Dark Visitor, chapter 1
#1 of Dark Visitor
A sailor, newly returned from Newmoon Island, finds himself in need of rest and relaxation. But an intimate dream takes his life in an entirely different direction when it turns out that to some mythical pokemon, the differences between dreams and reality can get blurred...
Written as a patron-suggested fic in November of 2020!
Stepping back onto Canalave City's docks felt refreshing. Ethan, a young man who'd taken up work as a sailor, had missed his home port. No place beckoned to him quite like Canalave, with its metal bridges and old libraries, though Ethan had seen a number of fantastical locales in his journeys. The most recent had been Newmoon Island, a place thought lost in the annals of history until its recent rediscovery. Nautical folklore held the spot was cursed, and that wayward sailors who trod on it should beware.
Ethan had never been one to put stock in folklore, but when he'd set foot on Newmoon to accompany the scientists, there had been a strange, eerie feeling, as if he was being watched, that hadn't gone away. It had persisted even when they'd shipped off.
But now that he was back home, everything would go back to normal, he was sure of it. Though that quiet sense of unease still persisted, it was easy to ignore under the lovely Canalave sky; nearly skipping home, he was more than ready to enjoy his weeks off before the next voyage.
That night, resting comfortably in his bed, Ethan found himself in the midst of a highly unusual dream.
It was one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming. He had those only rarely; strangely, though, the rule that you could manipulate the dreamscape when aware of it didn't seem to apply. He found himself on a landscape that looked oddly like Newmoon Island, but darker, greyer, under a shadowed sky. Strange black shadows fringed the edge of the island, and that same sense of being watched was still there--it emanated from the shadows.
Ethan walked on the island's surface, traversing huge swathes of land with a single step, the way you could in dreams. He couldn't help but feel unease--yet a wordless, impossible sense of anticipation threaded through him as well.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing over the emptiness.
It was returned:
Hello.
Ethan spun to see where the new voice came from, only to realize that it had come from all around him, almost pressing itself into his skull. There was a new glob of shadow close to him, and a serpentine tendril of it snaked out to wend around his leg--for he was suddenly naked, more dream-logic at work--until it found his cock, and--
"A-ah," he groaned as the appendage began stroking him. Its touch was feathery, tender, delightful--instantly making him hard. More tendrils drifted out of the darkness, caressing his shoulders, stroking his thighs, tracing along his collarbone.
Oh yes, I read your hunger as soon as you set foot on my island.
Even in the midst of the intense sexual thrill, Ethan couldn't help but murmur: "Your... island...?"
Part of the shadows coalesced into a vaguely humanoid figure, a being floating under its own power. It was draped in an umbral mantle, with a ruby-red collar, a crest of white atop its head, and a glowing eye of palest blue.
Ethan knew this shape from old storybooks: Darkrai, the walker of dreams.
So now he was dreaming of being made love to by a myth? "Damn, I--hnnn--" Ethan's voice stuttered as one of the shadowy tendrils gave his cock a particularly luscious stroke. "M-must be really... pent up if I'm dreaming about this..."
The shadowy voice had a tinge of amusement. Perhaps so. As Darkrai drifted closer, the tendrils wrapped themselves around Ethan, raising him off the ground. The island was gone now, replaced by a black void. I've been lonely for so long, ** Darkrai said, tracing a claw-tipped finger along Ethan's shoulder as it drifted behind him. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a growth beneath the creature's spectral mantle--a thick erection. **How happy I was when humanity discovered me again.
A sudden pressure against Ethan's asshole made him moan in surprise; his already-stiff cock tensed even more at it.
Let us rediscover one another, you and I.
Suddenly Darkrai was inside him and all Ethan could think of was that this was the fucking greatest dream of all time.
The legendary's cock was huge, so enormous that there was no ignoring it or dealing with it; it surged inside of Ethan, and maybe it was just the dream, but all he felt was absolute, overwhelming pleasure as the massive member strummed every innermost hunger. He hung in the thrall of Darkrai's shadows, panting needfully, and the creature placed one hand on his shoulder to brace itself before going to town.
"Oh--o-oh--ffffffnnnngh--f-fuck--aaaaghnh--" Ethan's voice rose high into the dark recesses of the dream, playing over itself again and again as Darkrai fucked his ass. He felt... he felt...
Darkrai hilted in him and he cooed, filled with impossible bliss. He would happily give himself to feel this over and over again.
Though he didn't say those thoughts aloud, the pokemon reacted as if he had. An arrangement easily made, it said. I've been so lonesome on that island... perhaps some companionship is due. And why need it be the two of us when we could have three in our little family?
Three? A family? Ethan wondered what the hell his subconscious was trying to tell him, but then Darkrai slammed home and began cumming, and all other thoughts were forgotten.
Darkrai's cum was silken, filling him up tenderly, making his belly feel full and taut. But it didn't stop and his belly grew larger and larger--but then impossibly, in the manner of dreams, the size and the weight of it shifted, and Ethan groaned as he was filled with an egg. He didn't know how he knew it, he just did; Darkrai had fucked an egg into him and now he was hanging there in the shadows, pleasured and moaning and pregnant, his cock straining against his sudden massiveness.
Yes, I think this will be the first of several together, Darkrai purred into his ear. What do you think about that?
His stomach surged farther out, and Ethan could only rock, blissfully cumming.
He woke gasping from the shock of orgasm, his whole body shaking as his cock pumped out gushes of cum. Lying there in his soft, warm bed--which confirmed to him that he was awake, finally free of that strange, carnal dream--he lay curled on his side, his body tingling from orgasm, cum cooling on his loins and lower stomach. Half-sleepy, he prepared to drift back asleep, teased slightly by the sensation of his still-mostly-erect cock rubbing against his swollen belly...
He blinked, suddenly aware of a full sensation that hadn't left when he'd awoken; it had carried over into the waking world. His what?
No longer sleepy, Ethan shot up ramrod-straight and immediately groaned from sudden, unanticipated weight. There in front of him, plain as day, was his stomach, looking just as it had in the dream: ripe, gravid, swollen. Indisputably pregnant. It was so big he couldn't even see his cock underneath, though he still felt it pressing insistently against his underside.
"What... the fuck," he whispered. His whole body was alight with sensation that couldn't all be explained to orgasm, with a pins-and-needles feeling waltzing through his face, his hips, his thighs. Scooting back a bit so that his back could rest against the headboard, even that tiny action left him grunting from the increased effort required to move his new bulk.
He stared down at it more--he couldn't help but do anything but. His tummy was round and taught, the skin smooth, the navel poked out just a little bit. Most of it was bare; his sleep shirt was too meager to contain it and had ridden up to right underneath his pectorals. Reaching one trembling hand down to it, Ethan hissed at the sensitive touch. His belly nearly danced at the sensation.
"I'm still dreaming," he muttered. "Have to be."
This is no dream.
The eerie voice--Darkrai--emerged from all around Ethan once again. Dark shadows at the corner of his room pooled into the mythical pokemon, floating there, its shadowy mantle barely discernible from the darkness surrounding it. The lapis-colored eye glowing faintly beneath its snowy crest looked intrigued.
Ethan swallowed. "Yep. Dreaming. Have to be."
Alas...
Darkrai melted into the shadows on the other edge of the room and suddenly re-emerged behind Ethan, hovering in the space between his headboard and the wall. One shadowy claw reached around and, with the back of a finger, stroked Ethan's chin; the sailor shuddered despite himself at the touch. It was wispy and feathery, like down from a pillow.
Does this feel like a dream? Darkrai's query was knowing, a little piquant. Or this? Its other claw reached out and the tip brushed lightly at the top of Ethan's belly. The sensation was immediate, lighting him up like a fireworks display; if his own touch to his belly had left him feeling tender, it had nothing on this. Just the brush of the legend's finger left him awash in tender sensation--and then Darkrai dragged its fingertip slowly down Ethan's belly. The touch was impossible, divine--leaving him blushing and sweating and crooning for breath behind tightened lips. Darkrai stopped by his pushed-out navel, flicking it playfully, the sensation leaving Ethan almost whimpering; he shuffled lightly in the legend's grasp, and was cognizant of the weight inside of him--the egg, the egg, he was pregnant with a pokemon's egg--shifting to a lower, snugger position.
Darkrai kept up his dragging touch, ending his claw low--and then he clutched Ethan's penis.
The sailor gasped outright then, the sound trilling down into a moan. Despite his recent orgasm, his erection came back soon enough, and before he even realized what he was doing, he scooted his hips forward as best he could with his new weight, relishing the sense of Darkrai's feathery skin against his sensitive cock.
A rumble of laughter washed over from behind him. Yes, I thought you might like that. The hand stroking his cheek drifted down to caress his stomach, the claws splayed over it protectively, possessively, paternally. The weight inside of Ethan almost seemed to warm slightly at its touch.
"What... how is this..."
...possible? Darkrai finished. Small tendrils of shadow snaked their way out of the darkness in the corner of the room, some of them winding around Ethan's wrists and thighs, others cupping the underside of his gravidity. You know what I am, yes? A god. The god of dreams... it's simplicity for me to make dreams reality.
"But I'm... a man..." Ethan began, only to trail off with a blissful moan as one of the tendrils prodded at his asshole.
And? Darkrai replied amusedly. That means you can't get pregnant? If a deity wills it, anything is possible. Even your birth of our child will be taken care of, once the moment arrives.
The simple statement of it hit Ethan like a freight train. Our child...
The tendril gently probed his ass and he moaned blissfully; as he did so, another tendril touched the bottom of his chin, forcing his head back. Darkrai leaned over him and that shadowy face touched him...
And then, as the tendril continued dancing in his ass, Ethan found himself messily making out with a god.
Oh yes, Darkrai said, telepathy unencumbered by their kiss, now that the shock is worn off, I can see how eagerly you respond to me. You want this, don't you?
"Mhmmm," Ethan replied even as his throat worked around Darkrai's tongue, wet and warm in him.
I thought you might, ** the dark god purred. **I thought you might. And as the night wound on, Ethan clutched his new hugeness, his cock straining and dimpling the bottom of his stomach and the egg weighing into him. He realized, on some level, that this was the beginning of an exciting new union.