It’s about half past eight on a Saturday, and you’ve just gotten out of bed, thankful for the opportunity to wake up on your own time rather than to the blaring of an alarm. It’s a beautiful summer day outside: the birds are singing, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. It’s perfect weather for a day off, and you’re planning to make the most of it. Slipping out of bed, you grab your housecoat and throw it on. After all, even if you aren’t expecting anybody over, you don’t feel it’d be appropriate to go around the house naked.

Going down the stairs into the kitchen, you pause in front of your fridge, unsure what you’d like for breakfast. Of course, there’s always cereal in the cupboard, but you feel like having something a little bit better today. While you ponder, you turn on the stove, a gas burner flicking to life under the kettle. Anything goes well with tea. Could cook up some scrambled eggs, and there’s always that little breakfast nook a ways down the road…

While you’re deliberating over your options, you hear a pounding on the door. It’s not a light knock, either, it’s a thumping that’s strong enough to shake the door on its hinges.

Certainly not a knock any human would make.

You glance over at the window, but the blinds are drawn. Probably for the best, anyway. The person out there might’ve torn the door off of its hinges if he knew that you were inside and hadn’t let him in yet. That is, assuming it is who you think it is. You creep your way over to the door.

Peering through the peephole confirms your suspicions. It’s Dragonite, you’d recognize the big white belly from a mile away. He’s nearly tall enough to reach the roof of your stoop. In fact, he’s so large that you wouldn’t think he’d be able to fit through the door, but he’s demonstrated on multiple occasions that he has no difficulty getting in. Even if he didn’t fit, you doubt the frame would stop him if he put his mind to it.

As if sensing your presence somehow, he brings his own eye up to the peephole, staring back at you. He always seems to be able to tell when you’re in, though you’ve never quite figured out how he does it. Figuring that you’d better open the door before he gets impatient, you slide the deadbolt open and turn the knob, starting to pull the door open.

Of course, it’s not fast enough for Dragonite, who pushes it open the rest of the way with one claw. The door rips right out of your hand and bangs against the wall, giving you another strong reminder of exactly how strong Dragonite is.

“Ah, good, you’re up!” Dragonite says in that cheerful tone of his, pushing right past you into your kitchen as he invites himself in. “Oh, you’re not busy, are you?”

“N-no, Dragonite,” you stutter, slightly stunned by his forwardness. You’ve never figured out if he acts how he does to be rude, or if he’s just completely oblivious. You doubt that anyone would call him out on his behaviour, given his sheer size, so maybe he’s just always been this way and never seen a reason to stop.

“Great! I’d hate to intrude, after all.” He shifts his gaze from you over to your stove, staring at the kettle slowly heating up on a gas burner. “Ah, having yourself some tea, are you? Here, you grab the mugs and teabags, I’ll help.” You shuffle off quickly towards the cupboard to do as he asks.

Striding over to the stove, he flicks the burner off and lifts the kettle up into the air before blowing a thin steam of blue flame over the bottom. Within seconds, the kettle is shrieking loudly, steam billowing out from its spout. He lowers the kettle and beams at you triumphantly, while you gawk at him with a mug in each hand.

“Much faster! Don’t you wish I was around all the time?” He winks at you and pours some water into each of the mugs you’re holding, the teabags quickly tinting the water brown. A claw flicks out and grabs one of the mugs from you.

“Well, no sense standing around, take a seat.” Dragonite walks over to the kitchen table and drops himself into one of the chairs, which creaks under his weight but holds. He gestures towards the chair on the other side of the table with his free hand. You briefly consider telling him that you don’t need permission to sit in your own house, but think better of it and sit down quietly, setting your mug down on a coaster.

Seated, you wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. He just stares at you from across the table, smiling over his steaming cup. You squirm slightly under the attention, unsure exactly what he wants from you. He seems content to allow this, resting his arms on the table and waiting for his tea to steep while he watches you.

After a minute or so of this stand off, you break the silence, clearing your throat. “So, Dragonite, what brings you over?”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked,” Dragonite says, leaning back and taking a swig of his tea. Being a dragon, he hardly minds the heat even though the water’s hardly finished boiling, and swallows half the mug in a single gulp. “Well, I figured that since it was your day off, we could…” He trails off, leaning over the table towards you, grinning at you.

“We could…?” You echo, already getting something of an idea of what he’s going to suggest.

“Go back to your bedroom,” Dragonite says, pausing to finish off the remainder of his tea. “And then I could pound you into your bed ‘til evening. Whaddya say?”

“I— er, I, well,” you stumble over your words, your face heating up in a blush. Dragonite always does this to you; he’s so forward, so brash, you never know how to respond. He waits patiently for your response, running a finger along the rim of his empty cup idly. “Sure?” You finish, and his grin doubles in size.

“Then let’s get going.” Before you have a chance to stand up from the table, he walks around and picks you up out of your chair, lifting you up with ease. You don’t struggle, knowing that now that you’ve given the go ahead, he’s going to be leading the action from now on. Carrying you bridal style, he heads for the stairs heading back up to your room. He knows exactly where to go, unsurprisingly. After all, this is hardly the first time this has happened.

Shouldering open the door to your room, Dragonite tosses you onto the bed and then positions himself on his hands and knees over you.  Looking down at his groin, you can just make out a bit of pink starting to poke out from inside his slit. 

“Let’s get this off, shall we?” Dragonite says, his claws undoing the belt of your robe with far more dexterity than one would expect. Well, one who isn’t you, at any rate; he’s showcased his ability to get you out of your clothing in a hurry on numerous occasions, and it’s hardly a shock to you at this point. You lift up your arms and he pulls the robe free over your head, tossing it to the side. He looks at your now naked body with a smirk.

“Not even underwear, huh? Guess you must’ve been expecting me.” He runs a claw down your front down to your own member, lying half erect against your stomach. He twirls his digit around it and leans in to give your neck a lick, his breath puffing loudly against your ear. You shiver under his touches, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Once you’re fully erect and throbbing against his claw, he lifts it up to his mouth and sticks two of his digits into his mouth, coating them in saliva. Understanding the unspoken signal, you release his neck, pull up your knees, and spread your legs apart, exposing your backside to the dragon.

But instead of reaching back down with his claw, he lets out a snort and grabs you around the waist, flipping you around and pressing you against his chest as he rolls onto his back. When your head finishes spinning, you find your face pressed up against his slit and his head between your thighs. His shaft rubs against your cheek, only halfway out of its slit, smearing you with slime.

“Changed my mind,” Dragonite rumbles, before burying his snout between your cheeks, his thick tongue pressing firmly against your entrance and sliding up to flick against your tailbone. You let out a squeak of surprise, which quickly melts into a moan of pleasure. The feeling of him lapping away at your asshole, combined with the heady musk of his slit pressed against your nose, makes it hard to do anything but lay there panting.

But Dragonite wants more than just a warm body. Shifting his hips, he presses his cock against your mouth and nose, and you instinctively reach your tongue out to lick it. The taste is slightly bitter, salty, and thick with the slight spiciness typical of dragons. It soaks into your tongue and fills your nostrils, clouding your mind with musky fog. 

You let out a slight groan and pull a deep breath through your nostrils, savouring the smell of that heady soup of pheromones. Dragonite grinds himself more forcefully against your face, and you submit to his unspoken demands, lifting your head away from the addictive scent of his slit to the tip of his erection. It throbs visibly, a line of precum starting to ooze out of the tip.

Drooling slightly, you take the tip between your lips, and Dragonite immediately thrusts his hips forward. The head of it slips into your mouth, and his tongue slips into your asshole at the same time. You let out a muffled moan around the mouthful of cock, swirling your tongue around it as best as you can while it stretches your jaw open. 

Dragonite lets out a pleased chuff behind you, squeezing your cheeks before rimming you with renewed vigor. Taking this as a sign of encouragement, you try to push yourself further down onto his shaft, but struggle to get any more than what you already have inside you. He’s simply too large to fit.

Dissatisfied with your lack of progress, he reaches down and lays a hand on the back of your head, resting it there for a moment before shoving you down into his crotch forcefully. It quickly slides past your tongue and down into your throat, shooting a wad of precum down into your stomach.

You writhe in discomfort, but Dragonite keeps you pinned, pushing further into you from both ends. You try your best to breathe through your nose, inhaling copious amounts of Dragonite musk with every breath that soothe your struggles, replacing them with a desire to take his cock all the way to the base and have him fill your belly full of his seed.

Working steadily with the press of Dragonite’s hand, you manage to slide down inch by inch until you feel your nose press up against his groin, throat bulging as it’s stuffed full of cock. You can feel it throb inside you and squirt a rope of pre into your stomach. Your jaw aches and your throat feels sore, but damn, is it satisfying.

Pleased with your performance, Dragonite’s hand lifts away from your head, and you immediately pull back for a chance to breathe. But even if your hunger for air is satisfied, you still have other desires to fulfill. You work the parts you can’t fit in your mouth with your hands while licking and sucking at what you can.

But it seems Dragonite has different plans. Pulling his snout out from between your cheeks, he lifts you up off of his shaft and flips you around, placing you upright on his lap. Your comparatively small erection presses up against his own, smearing both of you with shared fluids. He leans back on his arms, looking up at you.

“Sit,” Dragonite says pleasantly, although it’s clear that it’s not a request. Balancing on your knees, you maneuver his cock under you, its head pressing against your wet ring. You waste no time in pushing yourself down on it, eager for him to finally fuck you.

But while the first part of his cock pops in easily enough, thanks to the copious amounts of saliva coating it and the thorough rimming he gave you earlier, your progress quickly slows to a crawl. It’s just too damn big! Inches turn to centimeters turn to you sitting halfway down his shaft, panting, dribbling pre onto his bellyscales while he pumps far larger amounts into you.

Dragonite’s patience finally reaches its breaking point, and he grabs your thighs and forces you down, shoving what has to be half a foot of dragon dick inside of you all at once. The stretch is intense, almost to the point of outright pain, and your stomach bulges out is a clear sign of just how thoroughly the Pokémon beneath you has claimed you. In spite of the discomfort, your own swollen member slaps up against your belly, throbbing against it and smearing it with pre.

“Continue,” Dragonite grunts, arms returning to their original positions. You try, trying to push off of your now shaky, unstable legs, but simply can’t summon the strength. You try pushing yourself up with your arms, but they give out after you’ve raised yourself little more than a quarter of the way, and your collapse rapidly fills you back up with several inches of fat dragon cock. Letting out a shuddering moan, you collapse forward against his chest, squishing your drippy prick against him in the process. You’re torn between disappointment and the desire to hump away at his scales until you’re satisfied.

But Dragonite has different ideas. Wrapping his arms around your back, he stands up from the bed, shifting into a stand and carry position. One of his hands grabs the back of your head and presses your face firmly into his chest. It smells like sweat and wood smoke. He wastes no time, drawing halfway out of you before slamming back in, his hips slapping loudly against yours from the impact. You inhale sharply through your nose, drawing even more of his scent into your nostrils, before letting out a groan as you drag your tongue against his scales. He tastes amazing.

Chuckling at your unrestrained worship of his body, his hips slap up against you once again, tail thumping against the floor in unison. It’s far too much for you to handle. After only a few of those loud, wet thrusts, pressing powerfully against your prostate and grinding your shaft against his belly, you can feel your release rapidly approaching.

“Dragonite,” you mumble, reluctant to quit huffing his scent for even a moment. “I— guh…” Your words peter out into a moan as he speeds up his thrusts in response to your words. You look up at him for a moment, catching a glimpse of him grinning down at you, before he presses your face back against his chest. Unable to take anymore, you shudder in his arms as you spew your cum across your belly and his scales, whimpering.

Stopping for a moment, he leans you back, looking down at your panting body and giving you a sweet smile. “Aw, how cute!” Dragonite says, running two claws through the mess of seed you’ve left on yourself before shoving them into your mouth, rubbing it into your tongue. “But we’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

Flipping you around, he shoves you face-down into the bed, mounting you from behind. You’ve hardly had a moment to rest before he begins rutting you in earnest, able to slam into you with ease and with even greater force from this position. You let out a muffled scream into the sheets, still sensitive from your orgasm, but make no move to struggle. After all, that would displease Dragonite.

Thankfully, even Dragonite’s stamina isn’t infinite, his thrusts start to get shorter and faster. You can feel little rivulets of pre drip down your taint and onto your bed from his frenzied bucking, splattering down onto the bed, and the thought crosses your mind that you ought to wash them afterwards. Maybe not immediately. They do smell like him. But soon. 

That train of thought is broken when Dragonite lets out a roar and slams his hips into you with finality, tail slapping against the bed and jets of fire erupting from his nostrils. His cock gives off one powerful throb before the first jet of cum shoots into your insides, hot and voluminous as would befit a dragon of his size.

You let out a warbling moan, feeling his shaft pulsing violently against your prostate and pumping you full of his seed. Dragonite is filling you up, marking you as his. Unsure if it’s more from the physical sensations or the mere thought of being claimed by him, you cum for a second time, writhing in orgasm as Dragonite pulls himself free. You collapse onto the bed, shooting cum onto the sheets beneath you while even greater quantities drool out over your taint.

“Ahh, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Dragonite’s voice comes from in front of you, and you look up lazily to see him standing by the bedside, before he grabs the back of your head and shoves your nose into the smear of cum you’ve left on his belly. Instinctively, you start cleaning it with your tongue, savouring the taste of his scales mixed with your own essence.

“Didn’t even have to ask you this time? You catch on quick. Oh, by the way, same time next week?” You nod weakly, murmuring something incomprehensible as you continue to tongue bathe him. “Great, great. I’ll give you a fifteen minute break, then we’ll go again. Sound good?”

You nod again, and Dragonite curls up on the bed around you, stroking you gently while you try to catch your breath.