Chapter 1 - Ana and Drake

Go, Drake! Use Ember!" Ana cried. Her Charmander replied instantly with a spray of glowing projectiles. The wild eevee attempted to dodge, but the overconfident pokémon was caught in the cone and collapsed, overwhelmed.


"Woo! Great job, Drake!" Ana cheered. Drake preened, only to stop when he suddenly started glowing.

"Char?" he chirped, looking down at his body as the shine increased in intensity.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Ana chanted, doing a little happy dance as Drake evolved into a Charizard, form growing and changing beneath the now near-blinding shimmering light. Finally, the glow faded, leaving a new-minted Charizard behind.
Drake looked over his new body with approval, letting out a celebratory roar and burst of flame. Ana ran over and glomped onto him, squeeing.

"I'm so proud of you!" she said, wrapping her arms around as much of his bulk as she could. Drake rumbled in response; Ana hadn't quite gotten the hang of fully deciphering poké-speech, but the pride and affection in his voice was unmistakable.

Several hours passed, and Ana was still positively giddy about it. Drake was lying on his back with Ana sprawled across his stomach, rubbing his belly with her hands in little circles. Drake rumbled as she stroked him, a deep noise of soft pleasure she could feel vibrating in her bones.

"Oh yeah, you like this, don't you?" Ana giggled. "All big and strong and grown up, but you're still the same little softy you always were, huh? Still the same little Charmander under- uh."

She cut herself off as she felt something poking at her butt. His tail? She sat up a bit, turning around to get a look and-

"Oh."

A massive cock was pushing its way out of a slit near the base of Drake's tail, growing a bit more erect with every passing second. It rubbed against her butt, as it did so, twitching and throbbing against her fabric-covered ass.

"Oh," she said again. "I, uh, I guess, uh, I guess you... really like, uh, having your belly rubbed, then?"

Drake let out an embarrassed chuff in response, shifting guiltily underneath her. This had the side-effect of rubbing his dick against her ass some more. Ana flushed as her gaze kept being drawn back to her Charizard's cock no matter how hard she tried to look away (not very). It was big- about a foot long, Ana thought, although she never had been very good at eyeballing lengths. And tapering, thickening from a thin tip to a base she judged to be about three inches wide. It was also ridged (for her pleasure, a small corner of her mind insisted on adding).

Ana was uncomfortably aware of how hot she was feeling. Her face was flushed and almost glowing red, and there was a growing heat in her abdomen... and a growing wetness a bit lower. She repositioned herself, turning in place so she was properly facing his cock.

“Uh,” she said, searching for something appropriate to say and failing completely. So she gave up, and simply grabbed his dick. It was, as she expected, incredibly hot and rock hard. She could feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat. She ran her hand slowly up and down his length, carefully exploring every inch of him, tracing the contours of his ridges. Bringing her hand down to his base, she found she could not fully wrap her fingers around his girth. Drake moaned with pleasure as she squeezed him a bit.

As she stroked him, precum began dribbling from the tip of his cock, running down his length and lubing him up in preparation for penetration. Ana bent over and licked up some of it, then wrapped her lips around his tip to get a better taste. It was salty, a bit spicy, and hot like a warm drink.

"I'm really going to do this, huh," she muttered as she stared down at the massive member, before looking around. They were a little ways off the road, but still close enough that they could potentially be seen, and could definitely be heard.

"But let's move somewhere we're less likely to be noticed," she continued, swinging herself off Drake's broad belly. With a grumble, Drake rose to his feet and followed her deeper into the woods.

Ten minutes later, she was naked and on her knees in front of Drake, jacking off his pre-slicked cock with both hands. Drake was grunting every time her hands reached his base, clearly having to struggle a bit to restrain himself.

Then, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip. Then, she started bobbing her head back and forth, slowly, getting used to the feeling of cock in her mouth. Pre-cum continued to sporadically spurt and dribble from his slit, forcing her to pause every so often to swallow it down as her mouth filled up again and again.

However, she hit her limit only a little more than a fourth of the way down his rod, tip running into the back of her mouth and making her gag a little bit. Backing off slightly, she tried again, and then again, running into the same problem each time. She settled on simply sucking on as much of his length as she could fit in her mouth, rubbing the rest of his cock with her hands.

Drake huffed and groaned as she treated him, but stubbornly refused to cum. Although he continued to leak pre- already over a dozen times the volume of a normal man's ejaculate- Ana's amateur blowjob simply wasn't pushing him all the way over. His brain fogged up more and more as she inadvertently edged him, until finally he could take no more.

Ana's squeak was muffled by his girth as Drake's clawed hands closed on the back of her head and pushed. She gagged again as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat again, then choked as he penetrated into her throat. Her tight throat tried to resist the thick intruder, but was casually overcome by Drake's superhuman strength. Drake rumbled in pleasure as he thrust into her face, a few more inches of his long cock sinking into her wet mouth as her throat spasmed around his tip. He wasn't even halfway in yet, but he thought a few more thrusts would do it. He withdrew enough to allow Ana to breathe again, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath, then adjusted his grip on her head and rammed her face back down on his cock.
Ana found being face-fucked by her pokémon both uncomfortable and an incredible turn-on. She could barely breathe, only able to snatch quick gasps between thrusts. Her mouth and jaw were getting increasingly sore thanks to the growing girth of his tapered cock as she was shoved closer and closer to the base. His ridges rubbed against the roof of her mouth and back of her throat. She had stopped even trying to rub him off, and her hands were simply clinging onto his cock in a white-knuckled grip that discomfited Drake not at all. But for all that, she had never been so turned on in her life. The way his seemingly endless precum just slid down her throat, the effortless way he took control of her, the way a pokémon she supposedly owned and controlled was using her as a sex toy with no consideration but his own pleasure...

Her cunt was hotter and wetter than she could remember it ever being before, inner walls clenching down around phantom cocks while her pussy juice drizzled down along her thighs and soaked the grass between her knees. Her hands fell off Drake's cock as she finally surrendered her last ounce of resistance, dropping to her sopping cunt as she started frantically fingering herself.

As if sensing her newfound submissiveness, Drake redoubled the power of his thrusts. With every stroke he pounded deeper and deeper into her now unresisting throat, until his entire cock was fully sheathed in her face. Her throat was visibly bulging from the intruder. He paused for a minute, looking down at his trainer and now lover. She looked back up at him, trying to milk his cock with her throat.

Ana couldn't breathe while his cock was lodged all the way down her throat, but she felt no fear. Even as her lungs started to burn and vision started to grey out slightly, she had absolute trust in the bond between trainer and pokémon. She knew, deep in her soul, that Drake would never harm her, and as they made eye contact her gaze communicated the sheer depth of her trust. 

That spark of emotional connection was just what Drake needed to finally cum. His cock perceptibly bulged as his immense load started pumping. His first few shots- each individually larger than an average human's entire load- blasted straight down her throat before he started pulling out. He gave her a mouthful of cum before withdrawing his draconic cock completely, showering his trainer's front with massive amounts of thick, sticky spunk.

Ana swallowed down the slightly spicy load in her mouth and looked up at Drake. He rumbled with contentment, but his cock showed absolutely no signs of going down. It throbbed as hard as ever.

"Still not quite done, are you?" Ana asked with a smile, gently stroking his ridged and rigid rod. In reply, he reached down and grabbed her, lifting her up easily and positioning her soaking slit against the tip of his cock. Her legs dangled uselessly beneath her, feet brushing against the ground devoid of traction. He could use her like a fleshlight and there would be absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Still he waited patiently, obediently, for her assent. Ana nodded, and Drake started pressing her down on his cock. His tapered tip slipped into her soaking wet cunt with ease. As he pressed deeper into her, her pussy was increasingly stretched out by his steadily widening girth, her walls squeezing him ever tighter. Not nearly enough to even slow his progress, his strength simply overwhelming what little resistance her body was putting up.

It didn’t take long for him to bottom out, the lips of her pussy pressed against the smooth scales of his belly. Ana could hardly believe she had managed to take the whole, monstrous thing. Even without any thrusting Drake’s cock felt strange and exciting inside her, its inhuman ridged and tapered shape unlike anything she had felt inside her before. Her entrance was spread out almost but not quite to the point of pain, and his tip was deeper inside her than anything else had ever gone.
Then Drake adjusted his grip around her waist and started pumping her up and down his cock for real. He started off fast and hard, blasting almost all thought out of her head immediately. Her tight slit struggled to adapt to the meaty rod thrusting into it. Drake’s cock- ridges sawed back and forth across her clit, sending intense sparks of pleasure rippling through her body. Her cunt rippled and spasmed as it was wrapped tight around Drake’s cock.

Ana was completely helpless as Drake used her like an onahole. She could do absolutely nothing to affect what was happening to her, nothing to resist, and she was loving every second of it. She simply let herself go limp in a sea of animalistic pleasure as Drake used her, accepting her new role as a dragon fucktoy. She came, again and again and again, orgasms piling on top of one another as she submitted totally.

Drake sped up even more as he felt his own orgasm approach. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed throughout the woods. With a final grunt, he shoved his entire length into his trainer and let loose. The deluge of cum was no smaller than his first, quickly exceeding the capacity of Ana’s overwhelmed hole. A flood of cum washed back out of her pussy, dripping in thick streams to the ground. He pulled out slowly, leaving her cunt gaping open behind him as he painted her abdomen white with a last few ropes of sticky jizz.

He lowered her slowly, carefully, to the ground, showing all the consideration he hadn’t while he was fucking her. Cum covered her body and oozed slowly out of her lower lips. It took Ana a few minutes to recover, to go back from being a pokémon sex doll to being a pokémon trainer. She sat up, groaning as she took in her current condition.

"You really went above and beyond, didn't you?" she asked Drake. He chuckled, a low rumble Ana felt in her bones.

"And I don't have a single water pokémon with me... I don't suppose you have know water gun, do you?" Drake's chuckling intensified. Ana sighed, and stood up.

"Well, maybe there's a stream or something nearby." Despite her complaints, Ana felt an enormous grin creeping over her jizz- smeared face. That had been... intense, and she was already looking forward to a repeat performance. While the day had certainly not gone according to her expectations, she was eager to see where this newest turn in her journey would ultimately take her. 
