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His New Pterodactyl

For Leon_Therma

by Draconicon

"Oh, come on. Ridley, you're a sexy beast, but when you die, you need to stay dead."

Leon tossed the controller down, shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch. The cutscene giant purple space pterodactyl played out more or less as he expected, as it always did in the Metroid games since they left the 2D stage. The big guy came flying out of the skies, slammed Samus into the ground, and then proceeded to pull a far too drawn-out beatdown just to show that he was still a bad-ass and someone that the player needed to be afraid of.

Maybe that might have worked back in the 2D era, back when he had been killed in one game and then came back in another, here? Now? This was old hat, and he was constantly causing trouble, being the source of far too many galactic problems.

Leon paused the game, the Typhlosion - Hoenn Typhlosion, as he always reminded those that got it wrong - rubbing his hands over his face as he glared at the screen through his fingers.

"I'm getting real sick of you..."

Not necessarily seeing the big purple brute. After all, he wasn't kidding when he said that Ridley was kinda hot. There was an elegance to the big guy despite his size, and that tail would probably be real fun to play with. Not to mention putting that bony butt where it belonged...

But there was such a thing as too much. He had outlived all the potential threat that he could actually play as a narrative tool - that was a phrase that he'd never thought that he'd find himself thinking - and Leon, unlike most others that he knew, could actually do something about it besides sending a letter to the game developers. If he didn't mind treading on a few toes to do it, of course.

And he didn't mind. Nor would Palkia mind. Not really.

"Or at least, he won't when I start fucking his ass again," Leon chuckled, shaking his head as he got off the couch. stretching his arms over his head. "Right...one quick across-the-universe trip, coming up..."

As the Pokemon stretched, his fur started to shift. It went from the tan with blue-green patches and red dots to something much closer to a very pale lavender, the color spreading across his chest and up to his shoulders. As it ran over his back, the fire down his spine tapered down, gradually going out as the transformation took over. He rolled his arms around, windmilling them as the biceps thickened up, as a few large bulges appeared around the shoulders. He cracked his neck from side to side as the color change ran up the sides of his neck, his horns slowly pulling in and being replaced by a crest on the back of his head. Bit by bit, the longer muzzle pulled in, flattening against his face and becoming more like a set of mandibles, though with proper jaw structure rather than being completely insectile.

He stretched upwards, getting thicker in the middle, though by no means chubby. It was more of a new set of thicker muscles popping in, making his core that much stronger, more powerful. He leaned sideways, making sure to stretch properly to get everything ready for the brawl.

As the transformation turned him into a more anthro Palkia from the waist up, it also did the same going down. His bulging sheath pulled back, dragged into him, and he could feel the sensitive shaft inside undergoing its own transformation. Mostly a splitting down the middle - painless, of course, as the transformation was meant to feel good rather than a torment - but with his balls getting quite a bit heavier once they were pulled inside him.

Legendaries get all the perks...

Shaking his head, the forming Palkia leaned down to touch his toes, chuckling as his legs stretched out in the process. Going from paws to larger, feet-like things, he wiggled his toes against the carpet. The new claws were a bit bigger, a bit stronger than the last set, and he knew for a fact that they would be quite well-suited for kicking down all of Ridley's defenses when he got to the Metroid universe. All those rock walls, steel doors, and other obstacles that Samus had to beat down and find upgrades to get around would be nothing compared to the power in these legs.

The transformation changed his tail, too, ridding it of the fire around the bottom half and making it thicker in the base, more of a bludgeoning club rather than a lithe whip. It wasn't as fast as Ridley's would be - or at least, it didn't look like it was - but he was pretty sure that he'd be able to hit harder.

And with that, the transformation was finished. Leon clicked his new jaws a few times, getting comfortable in his own skin once more, then gestured at the space between him and the TV.

As soon as he completed the gesture, space warped. As it should, of course: space was the domain of the Palkian species, and was basically their bitch. Leon smiled as it split before him, leaving a hole in mid-air where his living room ended and the world of Metroid began. It was a cavern with a long hallway leading to the next room, and he could almost hear Ridley breathing in his usual screeches and groans and moans.

"Alright, you big space bitch...let's see if you can put up a decent fight against me..."

He might not be a deep-space bounty-hunter, but he was pretty sure that he was up for the challenge. After all, he'd taken down bigger assholes than this. Leon stepped through the portal, closing it with a snap of his fingers as soon as he was on the other side.

Just setting foot on the metallic floor panels reminded him of the world that he'd just entered. It was hot, hot enough to set his paws to sweating as soon as they touched the ground, but that was fine. He liked the heat. Leon smiled as he ran his hands across his chest, disturbing the little droplets that were already forming. They'd help his cause that much more, as far as he was concerned. It would make him a little more slippery, and a little more musky. Ridley would love it.

He walked forward, half-expecting some space pirate ambush or some asshole monster to poke its head around and try and fuck with him. Leon was ready if it happened, a bit of fire in one hand and some spatial manipulation in the other, but nobody bothered. It was like there was nothing between him and the final boss of the region.

Heh...maybe the local wildlife is smarter than the guy trying to run things...

That was a refreshing thought. The wildlife in the games were always idiotic, so it was nice seeing that the real things were a bit more intelligent.

It was the benefit of getting to see the universe that informed the fiction, Leon thought. Not all of the inspiration could cross between the dimensional boundaries, and not all of the good things could keep up with the bad ones. It was the way that the universe kept itself connected, or, rather, the multiverse. Those with the powers of Palkia could shift between the spaces, see where the different worlds touched on one another and interact with them, but all the other species could only touch on them in a less direct way. It was more like concepts bleeding from one world to another, allowing for that sort of cross-pollination of ideas.

That was why most of the ideas showed up as fiction in different worlds. Why would something that was so 'impossible' by one world's standards stand up as anything else?

But that also meant that one could affect the fiction being presented by going to the world that inspired it. By taking out Ridley in the Metroid universe, that would mean that the big purple asshole stopped showing up in various video games, they'd find a new villain, and - most importantly - he'd have a new bitch to play with.

Hey, he wasn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart, was he?

The Palkia came to a stop just outside of the final door. He rested his hand against it, feeling the pulsing of the energy barriers between him and the other side. It would have taken Samus four or five different upgrades to her beam weapon to get through this thing, from freezing the outer part of the barrier to the wave beams that allowed it to get multiple targets at once to the plasma beam that shot through different obstacles.

That would have taken too much time to find. Leon just pressed his hand to it and used his spatial manipulation powers to yank it all together, collapsing the different atoms of the various barriers together on a molecular level. As he let go, the materials tried to break free, to maintain their identities, but instead of being able to hold together -

CRACK!

The whole thing came apart, falling in shards to the floor and revealing an open door. It led into a lava-filled chamber, and Leon chuckled to himself, brushing his hand over his head-fin as he stepped through.

"Riiiiiidley..."

His voice echoed back, and the shrieking and screeching in the distance stopped. Leon stepped through, his feet hissing with steam as he put them down on the burning rock.

Let's see Samus try that, even with the Varia suit...

He struck a pose with one hand on his hips, the other outstretched with fire dancing between his fingers. He flicked them around like a magician with coins, looking around the room.

"Ridley, come on out. Time to treat you like the bitch you are."

There was no response. If anything, the room seemed to be filled with some feeling of trepidation. He imagined that nobody else had ever come to Ridley with this sort of attitude, never with this sort of confidence. Hell, the various interpretations of Ridley's nemesis had her so traumatized by the space dinosaur that he always came in with confidence and power, and she always struggled to pull herself together and come out on top.

Not the case here. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it. He brought his other hand from his hip to his crotch, pressing down on it just enough for the heads of his cocks to pass through his genital slit. The heat of them steamed in the lava-warmed air.

"Come on out...and we'll make this quick -"

The shriek came from above and behind him, and he heard the whistling of a tail strike. Leon spun around, flicking his hand up with purple-black light. Spatial manipulation was a wonderful thing, and all it took was a gesture for Ridley to go from falling down with a deadly tail-spear attack to being impaled in the stone immediately to Leon's left.

The purple space pterodactyl struck a rather amusing figure once he was pinned like that, his eyes going wide, his mouth hanging open in confusion. Leon took advantage of the moment to take a good look at the body that he never got the chance to admire properly on the game screen.

Ridley really was a lovely specimen, the sort of figure that he normally would have thought was a little skinny for his tastes, but up close, there was some serious muscle to that scaly body. The arms and shoulders were pulled tight, yes, but that wasn't a bad thing. There were thick cords of muscle just under the scales, and he could see that while the bony nature of the beast was impossible to ignore, there was enough muscle and power through the torso to take a hell of a beating. The space pirate's muzzle was a long, narrow thing, only suitable for one cock at a time - probably - but he imagined that he could train the little bitch to take care of them quite well.

Long legs, long arms. They'd be great for giving the reach-around or working his paws over while he had his fun with other parts of the big brute. He chuckled, rolling his arms around in their sockets as Ridley tried to free his tail.

"I told you I'd make this quick," Leon said.

"Rrrrrrrr."

"Oh, come on...I know you can talk."

"..."

"I know what you are. Come on. Talk."

"...What are you?"

"Your new master, of course."

"Bitch."

"No, that's you." Leon smirked, flicking his fingers. Once more, his spatial manipulation pulled Ridley around, though this time with a chunk of rock wrapped around that deadly point at the end of the big guy's tail. "But I'll be nice. I'll give you a chance. Not that you really have one."

Ridley looked at him with those fierce orange eyes, and Leon smiled. There was still something there, something that justified the big dino's return again and again to the series. There was a determination to have what he wanted, to take what he liked, no matter how many times he got beaten down for it. As someone that did the same, Leon could certainly appreciate someone that went so far and so hard for the things that they wanted, but the time had come for it to stop. And besides, it would be fun to put that purple butt where it belonged.

The fight started a scarce second after that, and they lunged together. Ridley swung his tail out, the rock at the end almost like a club. It swung over Leon's head, even as he jammed his fist forward. A quick jab, nothing more, but enough to wind the dinosaur and push him back a step.

He couldn't follow up, though. Ridley kicked out, a shining purple-clawed foot almost grabbing Leon by the neck before he pulled back. He whipped his own tail around, batted it against Ridley's, pushed it back. They split apart, jumping to opposite ends of the rocky arena.

Even though it had just been a quick exchange, Leon could already feel his heart speeding up, his excitement pulsing higher. His cocks were rising up from his slit, getting stiffer and longer. He reached down and teased them, running his fingers from the base to the tips, rubbing some of the slime from them against his hands. A little extra scent wouldn't go amiss if he could get close again.

Ridley tried to take to the skies, but he was ready for that. He leaped, kicking off the rock with the extra strength of the Palkian form, and brought his hands down on the base of the dinosaur's wings. They flared with heat, and Ridley screamed, arching his back as his wings went stiff and still.

Of course, as they fell, he spasmed, and that stone-tipped tail came up. Leon grabbed it just before it could crack against the side of his head, staring at it for a moment.

"...Little too close."

But now he had a good grip on Ridley's tail, and that gave him leverage. With a grunt, he spun them around as they fell, swinging Ridley by the tail. It was a perfect grip and leverage point, and he swung the brute over and around and finally -

CRACK!

Right into the stone. It cracked and cratered, almost going down to the lava levels, and Ridley groaned. The big guy was completely stunned from the impact.

"Heh...heh...Not bad, Ridley...Not bad...but not good, either."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, let's put you in your proper place..."

He walked around the fallen pterodactyl, taking care to step firmly on each wing to discourage any sudden flight. The rocks, the fight, the lava all around them, encouraged a shimmering, steaming sweat along the bottom of his feet, and though he was no longer in his Fire-type form, he was more than happy with the temperature. He wiggled his clawed toes in front of the fallen pirate, tickling the other male's nose a few times before shifting his foot forward. Lifting his toes so that they covered the other scaly's nostrils, he smirked.

"Breathe it in, bitch."

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"No, no. No more protesting. You lost."

"You..."

"Breathe in."

He pushed down, just enough to keep that snout shut and leave the pirate no choice. Ridley finally puffed in, only to gasp it back out. Leon smiled, enjoying the passage of air between his toes, seeing the little glazing over that had already started in the pirate's eyes.

That was something he absolutely loved to see. There was always something enjoyable in seeing the gradual breaking down of those that stood in front of him, those that thought that they could outlast him or challenge him. The little cracks in the armor that the secret bitches had were always so fun to break open, and the slut inside was always so fun to expose. The Palkia curled his toes that little bit more, trapping the pirate's nose against them, ensuring that every breath was rich with the thick scent of his musk, his sweat, and the pheromones that came with them.

"That's it. Keep breathing it in, you big dumb slut."

"Nnngh...what...what..."

Ridley's tail was going up, and not from any urge to strike, Leon was pretty sure. The scent of his paws had always had that effect on others, including on a certain dragon that he kept meaning to fully break. Every time that someone breathed it in, it always seized on their libido, slowly pushing their need higher and higher. That, combined with the pressure that he put out with his own dominant aura, meant that they were gradually nudged further and further down the path of submission, breaking down and giving in to the urges that their bodies gave them.

In this case, he could already tell that Ridley's ass was getting hungry, eager for the feeling of a cock - or several cocks - spreading it open. But not yet, Leon had already decided. He would take his time. He would enjoy this.

He lifted his foot up after a few deep puffs of air, but only for Ridley to get to work on the rest of his large sole. The dinosaur followed his foot up, getting to all fours and keeping the end of his snout pointed right at Leon's foot. He tried to shake his head, only for Leon to push his foot right against his prey's face.

"Ah ah...didn't say that you could stop."

"Nnngh...what...this is...this is -"

"Lick."

The command came with the full force of the pheromones and his own aura, pushing down the reptile's will and keeping him obedient. The glazed-over look the eyes already had intensified as Ridley started licking away at Leon's sole, his long tongue rather slimy and replacing the sweat down there with a different sort of slick goo. It didn't bother him; hell, it felt rather sexy, as a matter of fact.

He stood on one foot, using his tail to balance himself, grinding his sole against Ridley's face. One slide, one grind, only to move to the other side of the bitch's face and make sure that he got a good marking of his scent. Every time that Ridley got a good lick of his foot, every time that tongue passed from heel to toes, he could see that his grip on the pirate's mind was getting that much stronger, his scent getting that much more a claim. His cocks throbbed harder in anticipation, and he had to slow his strokes just a bit to keep from going overboard.

One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, and he shifted to stand on the other foot, putting the spit-slick one down and offering the other steaming sole to the space pirate. By then, the flying dino was more than willing to give it a lick, reaching up and clasping Leon around the ankle to support him and to keep that foot close. Each lick lavished his paw with attention, dragging from the bottom to the top, and even flicking between the toes, as if hungry for the musky fluids that rested between them.

"Mmm, such a good little slut," Leon said, smiling wide. "You want to stay at my feet?"

"Mmmph...they're...so impossibly...sexy..."

"That's what I thought."

"Mmmph..."

"But I want to hear you say it."

"You...you..."

"Say it, or I won't let you keep going."

"...Nnngh...I...I..."

He crossed his arms, letting his cocks bob up and down, completely untouched as he waited. Another lick, another huff, and then another lick after that. Ridley legitimately couldn't stop at this point, too desperate for the touch of Leon's feet, too hungry for the chance to enjoy them properly. He leaned in, kissing the undersides, huffing, panting, and Leon continued to wait.

And then, finally, Ridley broke.

"I want...I want to stay at your feet."

"Heh, do you?"

"I want them...I need them..."

"And?"

"And I need...you."

"Heh, then do one thing for me, slut."

"W-what?"

"Call me...master."

"...Master," Ridley whispered.

That was all that he needed. He chuckled, rewarding the bitch with another press of his foot against that long, narrow snout before stepping forward. His cocks were eager for attention, and he wanted to put them to use. Slapping one, then the other against Ridley's cheeks, he offered them to the space pirate, letting the tips drool pre-cum over the other male's face. If the musk at his soles had been strong, this was all the stronger, and the pirate's eyes glazed over completely, clearly blind to the world save for the source of the scent.

"You know what you need." Leon smiled, tapping his cocks against the enamored pterodactyl. "Open up and suck."

There was no hesitation. That long mouth opened up, and that long tongue slid out. It slithered along his shafts, sliding between them and then pulled them together, coiling around them like a snake between two branches. Ridley slid forward, his head down, his eyes hazy with lust, and he started sucking.

It wasn't the most practiced blowjob that Leon had ever had, but it was a hell of a lot more willing than some. The big brute bobbed his head good and fast, and despite the sheer size that the Palkia had between his legs, there was still plenty of space in that long snout. He thrust forward, pulled back, then thrust forward again, never having to worry about a gag reflex or any stubborn bit at the back that refused to let his cock slide forward. That mouth was nothing more than a fleshlight, and he enjoyed the hell out of it.

Particularly that talented, flexible tongue. It gripped his cocks perfectly, holding them tight, giving him the space to thrust away as much as he liked while always giving them the attention that they deserved. In, out, in, out, and soon, he had his hands on Ridley's head spike, holding it tight for a handhold as he bucked away.

"Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph!"

Ridley grunted under him, swallowing hard, and each sucking pull from that swallowing was enough to keep him spitting pre-cum. The slut was panting, moaning, sniffing at Leon's crotch every time that he hilted his cocks with that snout, sniffing away for more of that musk.

Well, if he wanted that...

He slammed in up to the hilt, grinding against Ridley's scaly lips. The dino moaned, and Leon felt pre-cum spitting against his toes. His newest slut apparently got off on the musk enough that he probably could cum from it, given enough time with it.

But that was for later. Right now, he was getting what he wanted.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling that spasming, clenching, swallowing feeling, either from the tongue or the way that the entire mouth seemed to tighten every time that Ridley swallowed. Whatever it was, it felt like someone sucking at his balls, almost, like his cock was a straw to feed the other male some cum. That eagerness was exactly what he wanted in his sluts, and Ridley seemed to have it in spades.

Leon thrust harder, faster. He almost missed the sheath and balls that he would have had in his Hoenn Typhlosion form, but this was better. Somehow, it was hotter, dominating someone with the full power of a Palkia body, forcing them down, making them admit where they belonged. In, out, in, out, rutting their face. The pirate panted under him, shaking, shivering, trembling -

"MMMPH!"

And suddenly, without warning, Ridley actually went over the edge. Leon blinked, stopping his thrusting as he looked down to see that the purple pirate had cum hands-free, his cock jerking up and down between his legs, spitting cum through the air. Some strings of it hissed as it hit the ground, and some of it just landed on his toes, a pathetic little offering of the pirate's own inferiority.

"Heh...cumming from my musk and getting throat-fucked, huh?"

"Mmmph..."

"Well, have some more."

Leon was already close, and he knew that he'd end up going over the edge in short order. In, out, in, out, thrusting away against that tight-coiling tongue, feeling it sucking him deeper into the long snout. Ridley was swallowing hard, gasping, hot and wet and eager for Leon's load, begging for it with every action.

Leon could have fucked that mouth for hours, but he didn't want to waste too much time. This was, after all, a real Metroid world, and that meant that a certain bounty hunter would be coming around eventually, and he didn't want to be caught and shot at. It wouldn't be a real threat to him physically, but there was something about having to fight someone that he had no interest in fucking, and that was just annoying.

So, he yanked Ridley forward, forcing the pterodactyl's jaws wide. They spread out, forced open in a way that they weren't really used to, and he felt the sharp edge of the beak running along his chest and down between his legs. His cock tips finally found their way to the beast's throat, and he held them there, pulsing, throbbing against the swallowing motions, before finally -

"Mmmmph..."

Leon groaned in satisfaction as he felt those swelling, clenching, rippling motions milk him right over the edge. His cocks jumped, spasming and twitching a few times as he came, squirting seed right down Ridley's throat. The thickness, the sliminess, and the warmth increased for a few seconds before the bitch started swallowing it down to where it actually belonged, and Leon rolled his head back to enjoy the continued milking feeling getting better and better with each successive gulp.

Soon enough, he had been...well, not drained, because he was never entirely 'drained', but more satisfied. He pulled back, and Ridley fell to all fours once more, his cock still hard, ready for use, ready for milking and marking and whatever else Leon had in mind for it. He considered putting it into a cage of sorts, but that could wait.

As he allowed his Palkian form to shimmer away, embracing his more natural, fiery self once more, he felt something calling out not far away. He cocked his head to the side, then looked back at Ridley.

"You didn't..."

"Mmmph..."

"You found another one?"

"..."

"Oh, fucking hell..."

Shaking his head, Leon turned to the source of the 'feeling' that he was getting. It was like a sound that he could only hear in his head, vibrations filtering through layers of stone on a multitude of frequencies. Ignoring the way that his cocks melded back into one, still half-hard and sticking out of his sheath again, he waved his hand in the offending direction.

Rocks that had managed to stand up to lava for years finally broke and shattered under the concussive force of his volcanic attacks, opening a hole in the wall and revealing a bobbing bubble of a creature. The blue-domed little thing hovered in place, green orbs inside glowing slightly as he looked at it.

It was a Metroid, and one that had just hatched. The vibrations had been the alien calling out for a parent as it was emerging from an egg, he realized, and the chunks of shell on the ground testified to the fact that it had been inside the egg right up until the end of the fight that he'd had with Ridley. Perhaps right up until his orgasm, for that matter.

Leon floated over the lava, pushing himself up with fires through his paws. He landed at the entrance of the new cave, holding out his hand to the baby Metroid. It floated through the air, making its way to him, and rather than immediately attacking him and sapping his energy, it just...floated around him. Examined him. It floated around his head, then darted down around his tail, and then circled around his ankles and paws.

Finally, it alighted upon the head of his half-hard dick, little claws delicately wrapping around the end of it. Not hard, not the way that the species was known to do to prey that they were actually feeding on, but in a kind of affectionate way.

"...You're kidding me."

Daddy!

He heard that voice in his head the same way that he had heard the almost crying vibrations, though that was much, much clearer. Leon blinked, staring at the little bubble of an alien, and chuckled.

"Well, not the first time that I've had sex with my son...though you're probably the youngest I've ever - mmm..."

Well, it started sucking then, though not at his energy. Or at least, if it was, he didn't feel any weaker. His cock, however -

"Mmm...well, guess I should have expected one of you to have a good mouth..."

Leon had to lean against the wall of the tunnel as he felt the little bubble-mouth bobbing on the head of his shaft. The claws were delicate and precise enough that they didn't hurt, merely anchoring the Metroid baby against the head of his shaft as it bobbed up and down. That mouth that was so good at draining the life energy of everything the species touched was very good at working his cock over, and it was pulling the head right into the most pleasant maw that he had ever enjoyed. In little more than a handful of seconds, he was completely hard again, and his balls were churning away, begging for the chance to release.

"Heh...okay, okay, little guy...let's go home before you start getting too into that, huh?"

Daddy? Daddy takes me with him?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll take you with me."

Squelch.

The slurping sound of the Metroid sliding off his cock was a new one, and definitely much naughtier than he expected for the little thing. He made a mental note to double-check laws of consent for things that popped out of their eggs immediately adult and sentient, but for now, he would just get himself and his bitch and his new 'son' back home. It would be better to sort things out there.

As he floated out of the cave, the baby Metroid followed him, eventually leaving his cock and floating around his head, instead. Ridley had mostly recovered, able to sit up at least by the time that he returned, and looked at the Metroid with more than a little surprise. Leon forestalled any questions with a raised hand.

"Later," he said.

With a gesture, he opened another portal, this one leading back to his living room. It opened with the usual rip-tear sound, and he pointed through. Ridley got to his feet, walking through, and the Metroid followed.

Leon took one more look around the lava-filled cavern, shaking his head.

"I might have to do this more often..."

Chuckling, he turned and walked through the portal, shutting it just as the door to the chamber opened again. He imagined Samus was going to be very, very confused to not find her old nemesis hanging around for a change.

The End

Summary: Horny-annoyed Leon decides that he is sick of dealing with Ridley in Metroid games, and decides to get the space pirate as his personal bitch.

Tags: M/M, Paws, Foot Fetish, Pokemon, Palkia, Typhlosion, Ridley, Rule 34, Musk, Oral, Face-Fuck, Facefuck, Blowjob, Mind Control, Metroid, Sweat, Orgasm, Cum, Humiliation,