Chapter 3 - Fainted: Bagon

Author's Notes: 
I got amazingly, immensely lucky to run into a Bagon. It took almost every Pokeball I had to capture it, and I was nearly shaking by the end of it. And then, in literally my first battle with my wonderful new Pokemon, I immediately slam-dunked him into the trash. Thank god I'm playing a slutty Nuzlocke, or I probably would have just started crying right then and there.

Current Party:
Hawk the Rowlett. Zip the Magnemite. Garth the Meowth. Webby the Spinarak. Revenant the Gastly.

Bahamut the Bagon - knocked out by a wild Mankey on Route 3.

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“Bagon~!” Bahamut roared with joy, his little clawed hands tangled in Abby’s hair as his trainer ran down the route, the wind from the sea billowing her raven hair out behind her in a black, waving cloud behind her. The little Pokemon was perched on her shoulders, stubby legs braced on either side of her neck as his small claws clutched her hair for balance. His eyes were relaxed and joyful as she ran, arms pumping at her sides. Nothing seemed to bring the little dragon more joy than the combination of being up high and feeling the wind rush past.

“Bagon! Bagon!” His cries of joy echoed off the rocks of the mountain trail as he spurred Abby on, earning an eye roll and a grudging, quiet laugh from his trainer in the process. The baby of her group was having trouble catching up with the rest of her team and she could tell it had been weighing on the little Pokemon. He was a ferocious fighter, but not the most skilled of her team. This little run had been just the thing to raise his spirits.

“Having fun up there, cutie?” Abby asked as Bahamut practically danced on her shoulders, his body rubbing against the back of her head as each step bounced him around.

“Bagon!”

“Good. I know you’ve been having some trouble lately, so just remember that I still love you, okay? You’re part of the team, and someday you’ll be just as strong as the rest of them. Remember that, cutie!”

Her Pokemon gave an embarrassed and grateful sounding noise, burying his face in her hair, nostrils flaring as he drank in the comforting smell of his trainer. The praise, the height, the wind, it was all a little too much for the Pokemon, and he shifted nervously on her shoulders as he felt his body responding to the kind and beautiful trainer beneath him.

Abby couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across her lips as she felt something warm and smooth poke against the back of her head, slowly sliding along her scalp as Bahamut suddenly went quiet. Most trainers probably would have shrieked in embarrassment, but Abigail just felt flattered that her Pokemon felt so comfortable around her. Trust was the most important thing between a Pokemon and their trainer.

“Everything alright up there?” she asked innocently as Bahamut’s tiny claws tightened in her hair, his hips giving an involuntary little buck. It just felt so good, those silky-soft strands of hair sliding across his shaft, tickling the tender little piece of hot, ridged breeding meat as it slid from the Pokemon’s pubic slit. It was bright pink, with little ridges of armor similar to those on his head, the whole length of it shimmering with natural lubrication that smeared into Abby's hair as she kept running, her grin only getting wider as she felt his tiny hips buck again.

This time, there was a spreading warmth across the back of her scalp, a thick ooze of pre spilling from Bahamut’s tip as his cock glided back and forth through her soft hair, painting those black locks a sticky white.

“B-bagon,” her darling little Bahamut managed, his eyes squeezed shut as he hugged himself tight against the back of his head. His claws tugging her hair hard enough to make Abby’s knees shaky, his chin pressed against the top of her head. And all the while his hips worked desperately, humping against the back of her head. The twin pleasures of pressure and the tickling of her hair edging him along. Pre was pouring out of his cock now, making Abby’s hair sticky even as it was stained white, Bahamut's humping serving only to tangle her hair into a mess of black and white that was going to take hours to untangle.

Another harsh yank of her hair and Abby nearly fell on her face, her knees giving out underneath her as pleasure ran down her spine. She fell, barely catching herself on her hands, rocks digging into her palms and knees as she skidded on the path - thankfully she’d been too distracted to be managing much more than a light jog at this point.

“C-careful,” she chided, not meaning it. Another yank of her hair had her moaning, fingers digging into the dirt and gravel of the path. Bahamut was yanking on her hair like a pair of reins, frantically humping the back of her head. Pre was running down her neck at this point, dripping down to stain the collar of her tank top in greasy blotches. God, she hoped another trainer didn’t come walking by, this would be too hard to explain.

Another yank and another breathy moan that seemed to urge Bahamut on, his hips speeding up as he made a mess of his trainer’s hair. His eyes were squeezed tightly closed, cock gliding through the tangled mess of pre-soaked hair and sawing against the back of Abigail's head. And with a stuttering roar, he came. His cock jerking and throbbing, pumping thick ropes of heavy cum out onto his trainer. Within an instant, Abby’s hair was soaked, the beautiful dark locks reduced to a sopping jizzrag. The stuff clung like glue to her, too thick to drip off and merely oozing slowly down her neck. Wet strands of hair leaving damp streaks on her shirt as she knelt on all fours, panting and shivering as the hot gunk slowly oozed over her scalp.

Up on her shoulders, Bahamut crooned happily, hugging her head and nuzzling against her, uncaring of the mess he was squishing in.

“Hope you’re feeling better, cutie,” Abby panted, reaching back to stroke Bahamut’s head affectionately before pushing herself back to her feet. Looks like training was over for the day, she’d need to head back to camp and take a bath - getting her hair clean was going to be an absolute chore. But one that was well worth the dopey smile on her Pokemon’s face.