Chapter 18 - Fainted: Salamence

Author’s Notes: 
I knew this was going to be a tough fight by the way my friends kept asking if I’d gotten to it yet, and I remember him being an absolute nightmare back when I played Moon on release, so I decided to play it safe. I over-leveled the party and loaded Salamence up with Flyinium Z and then just nuked him from orbit. First time I’ve used a Z-move the whole game if I remember right. Salamence died, but Pangoro secured the kill next turn with an easy Bullet Punch. 

Current Party:
Zip the Magnezone. Po the Pangoro. Ribbon the Sylveon. Trill the Golisopod. Continent the Mudsdale.

Bahamut the Salamence, knocked out by Totem Kommo-o in Vast Poni Canyon. 

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Flying was, technically, illegal in Alola. In order to prevent disruption to wild Pokemon and their habitats, only approved and PokeRide trained Charizards were allowed to carry passengers - and even then only along pre-planned routes. But while it may have been illegal to use outside of battle, it was still perfectly possible to get your hands on a Fly TM, and rules were made to be broken, right? Besides, Abby had something most trainers didn’t - a Pokemon who could outrun anything else in the sky. 

Bahamut roared with joy, wings flapping as the wind whipped across Abby’s face, her hair streaming out behind her in a black wave. The huge dragon had dreamed of flight all its life, and had reveled in the freedom of the sky from the moment it had evolved - it had taken over an hour to call him back down to the ground after his evolution, and even then he’d landed only grudgingly. There’d been no question after that of him letting Abby fly around on some overgrown lizard, it had been an insult to his pride. And after an ‘incident’ that had resulted in more than a few burn heals and a whole lot of apologies, Abby had relented and allowed Bahamut to take over her transportation.

She hadn’t realized there was going to be a price, but she had to admit it wasn’t one she was terribly angry about having to pay.

Powerful claws held her tight, four stubby legs coming together to hold Abby gently but securely. The same talons she’d watched rip apart his opponents like they were paper now holding her as gently as could be, tight and safe against Bahamut’s armored belly. The wind tugged at her hair, whistling past her as Bahamut let out another roar, claws tightening for a moment to keep her safe as the dragon threw himself into a barrel roll just for the joy of it.  Her stomach lurched and Abby squeezed her eyes shut as the world spun and she felt a moment of nausea. She wasn’t afraid, Bahamut wouldn’t let her fall any more than gravity would have let her simply float away, but her body just didn’t like flying. Thankfully, her Pokemon provided a wonderful in-flight distraction.

“Rude,” Abby called when he relaxed his grip, letting her pull back with a grimace, her face now sticky and her dark hair glued to Bahamut’s cock. “Next time warn me before you do that.”

Clutched as she was beneath his belly, Abby was face to face with Bahamut’s huge, scaled cock. It was a terrifying thing if she was honest, as thick as her leg, with thickly armored ridges that made it look more like some sort of ancient siege weapon than a cock. But, in a way, that was fitting. This monster was built to lay siege to wombs, to batter down stubborn cervixes until his soldiers could swarm the castle and take the keep. It reeked of sulfur and musk so strongly it was enough to make her head spin even up here in the open air, and the flesh was so hot it practically steamed. 

The young trainer considered herself an overachiever when it came to cock, but this monster was simply beyond her. There was simply no way she was taking it, not if she wanted to be able to ever walk again afterward. But that was no excuse to leave her loyal partner high and dry, and each flight they took was Abby’s chance to thank Bahamut for everything he did for her. 

And there was so much to thank him for. 

Wiggling a little, Abby grinned as she felt Bahamut’s grip tighten around her, pressing her hard against his cock as he trapped her in a cage of claws. 

“Salamence,” the big dragon rumbled. Approval obvious in his tone as Abby hooked a leg up and over her Pokemon’s shaft, rubbing her covered cunt against his steamy flesh. He was almost as big as she was, a thigh-thick piece of meat she could hug more easily than jerk off. Not that Bahamut seemed to mind any awkwardness on her end, just so long as she got him off before they landed. And the young woman was well on her way toward that goal, pre had stained the light fabric of her shirt, dark splotches of greasy dampness that felt warm as they stuck to her skin. She really just needed to start flying naked, because Bahamut seemed to have a gift for ruining her clothes. One stockinged foot slid along his base, teasing one of the thickly armored ridges of the dragon’s cock, letting the soft fabric glide over him. It may have felt like rough armor to Abby, but it was obviously sensitive given how the dragon huffed happily.

“Like that?” Abby asked, leaning in to plant a kiss against his tip. Pre sputtered and spurted as her soft lips pressed against his pointed tip, she left blue lipstick and in return his cock left smears of murky white across her dusky cheeks. It was all the answer she needed, and she gave him another kiss, the sharp and acrid taste of his pre washing across her tongue. Thick and syrupy as it was, she swished it like fine wine, audibly swallowing it down with a satisfied noise. 

Bahamut just kept pumping as the plush young woman started to roll her body, using those broad, breeder hips to grind and slide along his length. Only a thin layer of cloth separated her soft, puffy mound from the rough armor of the dragon’s cock, and Abby had to bite her lip with a whimper each time she bumped over one of those ridges, catching her clit against the solid flesh and making stars flash behind her eyes. Her shorts were soaked, and she couldn’t blame it entirely on the heat that made her sweat. 

But damn if he wasn’t hot. She could feel the heat radiating out like a rock left in the sun. It soaked through her clothes, a humid warmth that left her sweating and sticky as she pressed herself harder against Bahamut. Sweat beaded on her dark skin, mingling with the sticky pre the wind misted back against her. Even with the ruffling coolness of their passage washing across Abby, she felt flushed and too hot, the little cage of the dragon’s claws felt humid and stifling as that burning hot cock pulsed with ever more heat and need.

Her clothes were damp, clinging to her as sweat mingled with Bahamut’s copious precum. The dragon was pumping it out in thick streams, a constant flow of bitter, steaming muck that decorated Abby’s face and neck in thick ropes. It puddled in her cleavage and ran down her shoulders. Her whole body felt hot and wet like she’d been dipped into a warm bath, and yet the big dragon had more to give as he rumbled in pleasure at his trainer’s dedicated attention. It seemed like a never-ending tide, flowing like the ocean and decorating the pretty dark-skinned woman in pale cream. 

“C’mon,” Abby murmured, bucking her hips and twisting, grinding hard against Bahamut’s shaft as her thigh tightened, pulling herself hard against him. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

The growl that rumbled through his chest shook the young woman, vibrating her very bones from the sheer bass power of the dragon’s voice. It was a denial of her demand, Bahamut shaking his big head even as his cock throbbed, jerking so hard Abby was nearly slapped against his chest like a ragdoll. 

“Don’t try and play tough with me,” she teased, planting more kisses. Peppering the tip of his shaft with lipstick kisses until the whole thing was smeared an icy, frigid blue. “I can feel how close you are, and I know you love the feel of my lips.”

Another kiss, right on his tip. Long and deep and loving, her tongue teasing and playing with the dragon’s leaky, nearly finger-sized cumslit. It was a scandalous parody of a lover’s french kiss, deep and passionate, Abby’s soft moans tickling his shaft as she made out with it. Pulling back, she licked her lips, smearing more of her lipstick into the cum that coated her face. 

“The feeling of my hips.”

Like a dancer on a pole, Abby worked herself against Bahamut, hips rolling and working her up and down, over the bumps of his ridges and along the roughly armored shaft. 

“So cum for me, big boy.”

One last kiss and a final buck of her hips were enough to shove the Pokemon over the edge. She felt his cock pulse and the heat rose by nearly a dozen degrees. Sweltering flesh became scalding hot, steam drifting off Bahamut in swirling clouds of potent, pheromone laced musk. Abby groaned, clutching him tightly and simply rubbing her face along his pre-dripping shaft, overwhelmed for a moment as the breeding stink of her beloved dragon flooded her brain with pink fog. Her hips humped helplessly, desperate for something inside her as she breathed deeply.

The first blast was wasted, his cock firing like a cannon - slinging a thick rope of steaming cum out into the empty air, the wind whipping it away. Whining at the horror of such waste, Abby pulled herself forward, shoving her face into the muzzle of that brutal cum cannon. His next shot hit her face with a wet, flat slap that jerked her head back. Her soft, pretty features were instantly covered in a layer of glue-thick ballsnot, her eyes painted shut and plastered over, leaving her blind. All she could hear was the whistle of the wind mingling with Bahamut’s grunts of pleasure, all she could smell was the potent reek of his cum, and all she could feel was the blistering heat of his enjoyment. Her whole existence narrowed down to nothing more than the cock she clung to.

Another blast splattered across her face, fat droplets splashing down to crown her tits in putty thick wads of clinging, steaming cum. And they just kept coming! It wasn’t enough for Bahamut to cover her face, he wanted to bury it, piling more and more thick sludge onto his trainer’s pretty features, whitewashing her under nearly a full inch of jizz as she gasped and sputtered, her breath causing bubbles to grow and shrink. More of it was oozing and dripping into her mouth, slathering her tongue and drowning her taste buds in acrid, stinging seed. 

Abby lost track of time, Bahamut seemed to be packing an unlimited load of munitions as he fired over and over, blasting her face until she was soaked down to her belly, her whole front a wash under a tide of sludgy, slowly flowing seed. It oozed down the slopes of her breasts and over her sides, washing over her armpits and across her toned, flat stomach. The young trainer made no effort to clean herself off, just luxuriated in the mess. The heat of it making her skin tingle, feeling the slow drip and trickle of it as Bahamut panted above her, his cock softening and slipping back toward his slit. 

“What the fuck?”

The voice snapped Abby out of her afterglow, her heart pounding in her chest as panic tore through her. She blinked gummy eyes open, frantically scrubbing at the gunk that covered her eyes with a sleeve that was already dripping with the stuff. Managing to peel glued together eyelashes apart, she picked out a blurry orange shape not far away, maybe a few hundred feet off of Bahamut’s left side. She felt her heart skip a beat as she wiped the last of Bahamut’s cum from her eyes - it was a trainer on a Pokeride Charizard.

“You’re not…. You can’t be… you…” he stammered, eyes flicking back and forth between the jizz soaked trainer and her dragon’s deflating, cum-smeared shaft. 

Heart racing in her chest and face burning with embarrassment, Abby stared him in the eyes as she scooped a whole handful of cum off her chest, the thick muck puddling in her palm. Never once breaking eye-contact, she slurped the thick sludge down, neck working as she swallowed a potent, steaming mouthful.

“P-problem?” she asked thickly, arching a cum-streaked eyebrow at the trainer. She was shaking from adrenaline and lust, humiliated and terrified at having been found. But she tried to keep it out of her voice, fighting to sound confident and collected even as her quivering thighs pressed together. This was one of her worst fears, being found out by another trainer. What if he recognized her? What if he reported her? She could lose her trainer license, she could… could…

Grunting, Abby’s eyes squeezed shut, thighs squelching as they pressed together, cum bubbling up from between the soft, dark pillows as she squirmed. Her little cunt clenched and sputtered, femcum dribbling down her legs as she came - and knowing that the other trainer was watching in horror only made the whole thing more intense, shocks running through her as she whined helplessly. The humiliation of being watched and judged was a sweet sensation and dragged her orgasm out for what felt like a full minute. By the time the aftershocks were over, she was left panting and sweating, muscles aching from clenching and flexing.

Opening her eyes once more, she saw the trainer fumbling to pull out his Pokedex to try and take pictures. Well, fun as that had been...

“Leave ‘em in the dust,” Abby murmured, giving Bahamut’s softening shaft one last kiss. With a joyful and taunting roar, Bahamut flapped his wings hard and shot off through the blue sky, leaving a stunned trainer and a jealous Charizard in their wake. 