Wings of love
#14 of Pokemon: The Changing Times
A/n: so first I'd like to apologize for having not written in a while. As always if you have a Pokémon you'd like to see in a future story leave a comment. Also kindly point out any spelling or grammar mistakes you find I try to weed them all out but some things slip through.
Victory road was the last stop before the Pokémon league's Indigo plateau granted you had to have all eight badges to even enter it. A number of highly skilled Pokémon trainers dwell in the cavernous path await honing their skills before taking on the Elite Four in hopes of one day becoming champion. If you were a bit more like Horace you wouldn't bother with victory road. After all there is training and there is pointless formality. Horace was currently high in the sky riding on the back of his beloved Pidgeot Ramia headed north-west from viridian city towards the indigo plateau.
"I can't have been the only one to think of this." He said shaking his head. "I mean it's not like there's loads of snow or bad lightning storms. Why would anyone actually walk to the indigo plateau? They must be goofy eh Ramia?" smiling he ran his hands over her head.
"Geooo." She cooed back as she picked up the pace a little putting more power into her wing flaps lifting both of them higher into the sky. She could see their destination from here and Ramia was every bit as excited as her trainer to challenge these so called best trainers in the country. Reaching the peak of what she could handle angled down towards the plateau. "Pidgeot!" she cried as they dived in Horace clasped his arms about her neck laughing all the way down.
"Well that was embarrassing." Horace said as the two of them sat on the edge of the plateau. Their league experience had been short the elite four had been easy enough they had trained extensively to eliminate the weakness of their team. But the champion Stacy had seemed to know his every move before he did it had taken all of two minutes to realize he couldn't win and surrender. What do you think we should do next I don't wanna give up but..."
Ramia shrugged her wings she wasn't used to this feeling at no point in her memory had she lost. Worse than that to her was how disappointed Horace was about the whole thing she had never seen him so depressed and it was doing little for her mood. She scooted closer and leaned against her trainer.
"I bet your pretty tired after today let's get a room and some rest and then we'll figure out our next move." He declared before heading back to the small village near the league.
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Here in this room Ramia could feel his disappointment almost as a presence. "I'm sorry I failed. Please don't be upset" she wanted to tell him but all that came out was soft coo. Horace turned at the sound he could tell she was not in the best of moods.
"You know what? I think we'll both feel better after we get cleaned up come on." He proclaimed opening the door to bath and gesturing for her to go inside. Ramia was bit large for a Pidgeot but only about 2 feet or so. As Horace stripped free of his garments the contrast between the two became apparent he was barely five foot and on the scrawny side while she was eight foot and not counting her wings still almost double his length.
Ramia stepped into the shower and Horace followed closing the shower door before reaching behind her and turning on the water. After a few seconds fiddling with the knobs the warm water sprayed down over both of them washing the tensions and troubles of the day down the drain. Ramia couldn't open her wings fully but this was nothing to worry about Horace ran his hand through the feather on her right wing allowing the water to course through once he 'd covered the right moved over to the left and then began running his hands across her feathered breast. Ramia let out a coo that was all but a sigh at her partner's pleasant touch.
"You like that?" Horace asked Ramia gave a curt nod in reply. Chuckling Horace pressed himself closer to her to reach the joins of her wings. The feeling of her downy wet feathers on his skin was very pleasant and he found himself fully erect. He pulled back feeling embarrassed but the same was not true for Ramia. Indeed she looked nothing but curious about the development. Extending her left wing she ran the feathery tip over head of his cock making him moan at sensual contact. She smiled as she rant her wing tip back and forth along his cock delighting in her partners pleasured moans and the way squirmed at her merest touch. "RAMIA!" he gasped as he came cock spurting semen all over Ramia's left wing. Horace panted even as Ramia cleaned her wing off under the shower head. She had just figured out what she had done and was eager to try again. "Naughty bird." Horace declared Ramia would have protested but she quickly found herself with new sensations to deal with. Namely Horace's fingers dancing on the edge of her sex. He traced the outline to he left and then to the right before stroking along the inner walls of her slit. She thrust her hips forward urging him to press deeper but he didn't. she soon found the slow building of pleasure near maddening. Then all at once a great wave of pleasure crashed over her and she found herself slumped over Horace. "Let's get out while the water's still warm and next time don't tease me like that.
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"Next time she won't have too." Precious thought as she extended her power the two new lovers would enjoy this gift quite a bit. "Have fun now." The mew thought as she flew away.
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Horace had just finished getting Ramia dry when the changes started. The skin on his hand turned a pinkish hue and his nails grew slightly curved turning black brown feathers sprouted near his wrists and flowed up his arms and down his back terminating at the waist where he sprouted a feathery tail. Light tan feathers sprouted from his chest and flowed down covering his groin and descending to his knees before stopping. His legs from the knee down turned the same pink shade as his feet turned into sharp talons. Wings burst from his back and quietly folded back there. His lip pushed forward and hardened into a beak as long red and yellow feathers grew from the front of his head to dangle across his back.
Ramia's change went a fair bit differently it started with her knees suddenly changing directions as her legs thickened. Her sex became more visible and her buttocks pushed her tail up slightly. Her chest swelled out becoming a pair of human breasts. Shoulders and arms grew out to either side she found herself flexing her new hands. She now possessed an Amazonian figure her muscles served only to enhance her generous endowments. "Well that was a thing." Ramia said aloud a second later realization hit and she turned scooping Horace into her arms. "Horace I can talk I can..." her jubilation was cut short as tilted his head sideways and pressed his beak against hers in a crude imitation of a kiss. After the kiss ended she could the his pulsating prick had gone through its own transformation a bright red shaft nearly three inches thick at the base that got narrower towards the tip of his 9 inch shaft. "Now who's a naughty bird?" she said as pushed him onto the bed.
"Still feel like playing?" Horace said giving his cock a few light strokes that made pre dribble from the tip. Ramia simply smiled as she mounted him. She hissed as she sank herself down to the base stretching her sex to the limits. "This is the best thing I can imagine." He said as he took hold of her hips and thrust up into her." After a few awkward thrusts they worked out a rhythm that quickened until the sound of her hips meeting with his filled the room. Ramia leaned down her chest mashed against his. She wiggled her hips as she got closer to orgasm she wanted the both of them to come together. "Horace!" She gasped as her slit clamped down on his shaft milking it for seed which it eagerly provided.
"Wanna go flying tomorrow?" Horace asked after he regained his breath.
"Sounds lovely." Ramia replied. Both knew this was not just a one-time deal they'd be doing this a lot more often.