In The Heart of the Desert Spirit
By Emberell


     A Braviary’s screeching cry echoed across the chilly hills, its warble distorted into a single wavering note by distance. The midday sun illuminated the sparse trees, reflected brightly off the patches of mosses and scraggy grasses with hardly a cloud in the sky to provide the hillsides shade from its bright rays. The sounds of the forest were entirely natural and unmarred by the hum of city life. In the safety of the treetops, the Pidgeotto sang happily and chittering Furret occasionally scampered from rocky nooks over and into the trees. There were faint game trails forged into the gravelly mountainside, but there were no hints of the far-reaching Pokémon rangers imprinted on the foliage and rocks of this far ridge. A spiky haired Pokémon trainer crested the southern hills, but he paused there to scrutinize the area.

     Liam nodded slightly to himself as he stood on the ridge. The slight breeze whipped through his black hair as though each strand was a blade of wild grass and blew over his dull red vest. He seemed not to notice as his shirt sleeves fluttered, or as the hems of his patched khaki surged like energetic flags at full mast. Then he turned and called over his overstuffed hiker’s backpack, “It’s clear! There are no trainers in this vale!”

     With puff of rustling leaves, a green blur erupted into the air. An excited feminine cry burst out alongside, "Flygon!” The Flygon pirouetted happily in the air. Her diamond shaped wings hummed slightly as she came to rest beside her partner and chirpily inquired, “Lyy ly gon fly, Yon?”

     The man responded with a small smile, his voice light, “I don’t know where we are, Sofia.” He began down the rise at a slow pace and his smile widened tenderly in a single glance over at his partner Flygon. As his steps quickened along a slope, he added, “From what I can tell, we’re far past the range of the in the Shinjoh Ruins Pokémon Center.”

     The tall mountain pines creaked and swayed in the wind around them. The sound of bark against bark grew unnaturally loud in the sudden descent of quiet over the rough terrain. Careful silence surrounded them, broken only by the gentle noise of wind through the boughs and the faint crunch of hiking boots on gravelly ground. The oppressive silence was like an alarm bell the experienced trainer, and Liam raised a hand in a single wordless signal as he stopped with an intent ear. In a low voice, he warned, “Something is coming.” Instinctively, his had reached for his bare belt, but he stopped himself with a clench of his fist. His steely gaze caught Sofia’s concerned one, and his eyes softened. He simply said, “Get ready for battle.”

     She nodded with a determined twinkle in her lensed eyes before she positioned herself on the balls of her feet. Her green wings twitched slightly as she kept herself ready to fly, her familiar stance ready and waiting. The sound of crashing foliage shattered the anxious silence, an unrestrained woody snap of branches announced the approach of the no longer stealthy hunter, and a moment later a full-grown Ursaring burst from between two pines in a flurry of needles and bark. It reared onto its hind paws and roared a challenging, “Rr saring!” The feral bear wasted no time, and rushed without even waiting for its roar to finish toward the braced Flygon with its paw drawn back.

     The steady trainer quickly analyzed the situation and issued a simple command before the bear took its fourth step, “U-turn.” Liam carefully studied the battle and his partner as Sofia arced around the Ursaring’s crushing limb, and she gracefully skirted the attack as it impacted the ground with a distinctive smash. In the motion she struck the Ursaring with a solid smack of her fan-like tail.

     It slid backwards, but not enough to lose its balance. A dangerous glint was the only warning in its eyes before the wild bear spun in a thrashing windmill and knocked the recovering Flygon away into the air with a bellowing, “Ursa!”

     Sofia quickly stabilized herself in the air with a powerful sweep of her wings, and her eyes narrowed behind her crimson lenses. Beside her, another guiding command colored the air, “Dragon Tail!”

     His partner nodded once more in understanding. With a quick whip of her body she met the Ursaring’s thrashing paws with a powerful swing of her striped tail. The combined force of their attacks in that single point vaulted the startled mountain bear head-over-tail backwards through the damaged pines it had burst through, and farther down the receding hillside. The frustrated Ursaring growled angrily and bore its fangs, but it made no motion to return. Instead, it turned its nose up defiantly and prowled off in search of easier prey.

     As though waking from a cold winter the forest hesitantly began to sing again with the sounds of happy birds and chittering of timid foraging Pokémon. Soon the high wood was as though nothing had happened. Even smaller Pidgey fluttered from their perches and among the needles of the trees and twittered tentatively. Sofia her beaming gaze to her partner beaming triumphantly with a happy chirp of her own, “Lygon! Fly!”

     Liam dropped his serious stance like a bad memory as he approached with a heartfelt smile, and his response was light, ”You won.” His experienced gaze examined his triumphant Flygon as carefully as it had her battlefield, and then he softened with care and concern, “Are you hurt?” He did not wait for an answer. Instead, he unclasped his backpack and set it on the ground to search.

     “Yy gon, fly ly!” She tried to sooth. Gravel crunched and rustled as she settled beside him. Sofia clasped a green clawed paw to Liam’s back, a soft clasp, but he was not deterred.

     Liam requested gently, “Let me take a look at your back. That Thrash looked like it hit pretty hard.” Her antennae bobbed as she dipped her head and hesitantly turned her red trimmed wings to him. He traced his carefully hands along their green backs, a light dance of his fingers over the diamonds and then along the small of her back where the Ursaring’s paw had hit. She flinched as he passed over the junction of her wings, and he winced sympathetically. Without wasting another moment he dove back into his backpack and bounced back up with a fat, pear shaped yellow berry that had orange spots. “Here, eat this. It’s about time for lunch, anyhow.”

     A bit sheepishly, she took the berry. Her insistent counterpart extracted a plump blue berry of his own as he relaxed in the brisk shade of the sunny mountainside forest. The beautiful weather kept them comfortable in the cool air, and together they enjoyed their impromptu lunch to the serenade of the busy forest Pokémon.

     They said nothing as they ate. They only exchanged smiles while they concentrated on their berries. Together they finished their small picnic in a flash. Sofia was the first to stand, a quick wing into the air and then elegantly forward along the trail they had been blazing. Liam rose next, but rather than following their trail, a well travelled map crinkled open in front of him. The energetic Flygon pulled up and swung back around to confer, “Flyy gon?”

     His reply was a quick and distant voice distracted by a mind half-turned to planning, “We need to turn west. The map isn’t specific, but there should be a pass through the mountains. After that, though, we will have gone beyond the edge of the map.”

     She was equally quick with a confident and smiling announcement, “Yy ly gon!” It was not a question, and she did not wait for an answer. Sofia kicked off the ground like a cork released from a bottle. Left below, her partner watched on with a bemused smile and the sound of her humming flight ringing in his ears as she got zoomed up. The Flygon’s form receded as she rose, her green body smaller and smaller until it was hardly recognizable in the sky. She hovered there earnestly appraising the landscape, before the determined dot dove. The green of her body came back into view quickly. With a single skillful twist, she braced her landing with her dexterous tail. The proud Pokémon reported agreeably, “Ly yygon fly, flygon yy.”

     “Oh, that's good. Liam’s reply was a soft unconscious exhale. He asked, “Where you able to determine where exactly it is?”

     Rather than reply with a complicated explanation, Sofia came up beside him and traced a claw gently along their map. The paper made a worrisome dragging noise, but the sturdy map refused to tear. Her paw sketched along the base of the mountain to the west, and then curved up to the north where it met and melded with its neighbor just below the top of the map. It was a clear path, and so without a question she began to turn back with a happy smile, but her trainer caught her green hand in his own and whispered words meant only for her, “Hey. Thanks.”

     The feminine Flygon hung there for a moment longer to squeeze softly at his hand. It was a brief moment, and then she pulled away with a soft redness to her cheeks. The bright sounds of the forest seemed to return with the wry smile of her trainer as he strode in the direction she had lain out for them. Right behind him, Sofia joined his side as they continued their hike.

     The remainder of the afternoon flowed over them as gently as they flowed over the terrain. Their hike took them out of the sparse pine trees into a thick birch forest, a lower and smoother incline filled with life. Loud humming sounds from several of the treetops announced each noisome of bug Pokémon, hidden save for the loud trill of their mating call. Among the white boughs, a Pidgeotto hunted the appetising bugs with little success. Above and around them, the temperature began to set with the behind the western mountain. From comfortable to chill, the twilight threatened to drop the shivering chill lower still.

     They came to rest once at a small clearing, and Liam pulled his pack from his back once more. There had not been any need for words these last few hours, and he did not need to say anything now. Their shared exhaustion spoke for itself, a silent agreement on without need for discussion, and he was quickly at work setting up a cubic tent pulled from the top of his hiking backpack.

     Sofia flitted around the clearing on her own task as she gathered dry wood and round stones to construct a fire pit. Her well-trained muscles made the process an easy one, and as she finished setting the campfire she glanced over to her trainer who was busy assembling the tent. She held her gaze on him expectantly, but he had lost himself in his project and failed to notice her attention. The Flygon nodded to herself, and vanished into the brush with only a soft crinkle of leaves. Oblivious, Liam continued to work diligently as he pulled several of the tent supports into place. It shaped up to a foundation of its expected shape, but on a turn to the tools stored in his backpack the adventurer came to an unexpected stop. Only now he noticed his companion was no longer in the clearing with him, and his brow furrowed slightly. Her absence paused him there with darting eyes over their impromptu campsite, before they caught the sight on the skillfully set up circle of stones and wood.

     What worry there was slid from his face and transformed into a half grin. He returned to the partially assembled tent with renewed energy, almost but not quite a skip in his step. In short order, he had cobbled the rest of it up secure against the wind. It fluttered proudly against the sharp cold breeze as a testament t his handiwork. Satisfied, Liam returned to his backpack and retrieved a well-used charcoal briquette from an outer pocket. A single strike stuffed it under the collection of wood and kindling that his partner had kindly gathered and the campfire was ready. All it took was one last twist of his arm, a soft snick of a match, and the fire crackled happily as it took hold.

     A happy, “Y lyy fly gon!” announced Sofia’s return to the clearing, proudly bearing a collection of three salmon and a Basculin in her paws. Liam's face lit up with the light of her return, and he stood tall from beside the crackling fire.

     From behind his back, he proffered a frying pan alongside a wry grin. His partner deposited her catch into his pan, all but one one of the salmon that flew a little too far and splattered wetly against his vest. She stuck her tongue out at him teasingly, and Liam grinned all the wider as he settled in between his backpack and the campfire. He was all but a blur as he began to cook. First, he cleaned and gutted each fish, a methodical and quick task on a simple cloth spread over the flat rock ground. Then, he painted them with butter and several pinches of spice, sprinkling excess around and onto the cuts of fish. Finally, he diced them into bite-sized squares and tossed them around in the seasoning, with each toss adding a sprinkle of light breading to the mix, entirely coating each fish-bite and trapping the spices between absorptive bread and nutritious meat. Thus prepared, he let them fall into the pan that was set onto a lightweight metal shelf standing over the low-burning flames. He fell backwards with a happy sigh of relaxation and his back against his supportive Flygon. His partner's twinkling eyes never once left him, and as he fell back against her side she could not help but break out in a brilliant grin of her own.

     The fishy aroma of cooking salmon and Basculin filled the air with a mouth-watering smell began to fill as spices seeped through the breaded coating. Oil sizzled happily over in the pan, and despite the setting sun behind the mountainside, the fire combined with each other’s company kept any thought of chill far from their minds. Before long, the breaded fish darkened from their light tan coat to a crisp browned sienna. The trainer-turned-chef pulled the frying pan off the fire to test the meat with the cleaned knife. A quick slice into one of the squares was all it took for him to determine that they were ready to eat. With a practiced ease, he expertly split the meal between two plastic plates and produced a fat yellow berry shaped like a top. Another few practiced cuts and it was divided it into six slices for them to share. Liam squeezed the juice from two of the slices onto the fish squares on each plate, then split the other four slices evenly between their plates. Finally, their meal was ready. With a fancy flourish he proffered a plate to Sofia along with a mischievously formal announcement, “Your meal is served."

     Sofia replied with an equally mischievous and formal, “Yy, Flygon fly Yon.” Her wide grin accompanied those words, fighting their formality with a healthy dose of silliness. There was no hesitation to take her plate, and together the two sat to eat around the fiery coals. The zesty fish squares did not last long at all under their hungry assault. Before long, their plates were almost sparklingly clean once more. Still and luxuriating, the adventurers simply sat there lazily staring beyond the campfire and enjoyed each other’s company. Dark night shadows had completely fallen over their clearing, welcomed by the Kriketune’s songs from their darkened hideaways in the billowing black of the forest. The day’s warmth had almost entirely faded, and with a reluctant motion Liam rose from his recline beside his fellow Flygon. Two sprinkles of dousing sand over the fire pit extinguished the last of the cola. Then, he strode toward the tent while she watched on from beside the embers. He unzipped the door, but paused and asked uncertainly, “It’s going to get incredibly cold tonight. Will you join me in our tent?”

     She lit up, and seemed to rebound off the ground in a single blurred movement. Sofia’s happy agreement only made it clearer, “Fly lyy!”

     The uncertainty slid from her trainer’s face like ice melting off a spring tree, heated by the powerful care in his smile. He led the way into the insulated tent. Close behind him, the happy Flygon stooped and folded her wings back to fit through the doorway. Inside the wind-proof room Liam had two sleeping bags set up, one for each of them for the night. His was an average mummy bag, but hers was a custom designed bag that was designed to be nothing but comfortable for a travelling Flygon. Silently, the couple as donned their sleeping bags and lay down together for the night. Liam wormed his way beside Sofia Before they drifted off and snuggled into her caringly. The soft crinkle of insulated padding echoed quietly from the tent walls as she wriggled back into his form with a content coo. Like that, the two partners eased into sleep without any thought of the bitter cold that could not penetrate their sanctuary.

     Morning broke faster than either of them would have liked, brought to their ears by the tentative chirp of waking birds. The sky was a silvery grey expanse of clouds that snowed a light blanket over the whitened camp. A bright zip of the tent’s zipper revealed first the warmly clothed man, and then his cheery Flygon with a blue scarf about her neck. Although it was cold, they left their campfire unlit. Instead, they simply ate a small breakfast of dried berries and salted nuts. After they tucked away their morning meal, the two quickly as they packed up their camp. The fire pit was scattered and tent collapsed as they worked in tandem to wrap up their campsite. On one end the Flygon undid her previous night's work with a well-placed Sand Attack, while on the other end her handy trainer had only to pull a few strategically placed pins from the tent and it deflated at once. They came together to fold the flattened tent back into a small bundle that easily fit into place on top of Liam’s hiking backpack. He took the pack back up onto his shoulders, and the two considered the clearing with a parting look. It was pristine and almost untouched, natural and green though the mosses and grasses were ruffled. Their stay was evidenced the patch of bared ground in the center of an otherwise snowy meadow. Even that had begun to fill with small dots of snow where the weather had a clear path to fall once again.

     As one, the partners turned and left the clearing behind them. It faded from their minds like the many places they had stopped before, replaced instead by the meditative thoughts about traversing the trail that they blazed. Warmth lit the sea of gray clouds, the rising sun melting away the edge of the cold. The steely blanket broke apart like the frozen surface of a pond under overpowering bright rays, and with it the light snow left. As the cracks of blue became a pure lake, the wildlife woke. Raticate and Furret scampered about hunting acorns and nuts, while thick-feathered Pidgeot swooped from their nests in turn hunting the foraging Pokémon.

     Busy with their activities, they were uninterested in the travelling trainer and Flygon, and the two similarly paid them little mind. Sofia’s covered eyes only landed once or twice on a surfacing Pokémon before they returned to their forward journey. The low key wildlife were not the only things out there, they all knew well. Her vigilance paid off when, around a bend in the game trail, they stumbled across a fierce predatory Luxray that was framed by a powerfully raging river. The lion stood at full attention as it focused a dangerous gaze on the emerging human and energetic Flygon. An ominous growl floated over the rushing sound of the rapids, but after a moment of appraisal, it lifted its head disdainfully and slowly stalked off down the bank of the river without a second look back. The adventurers needed a moment longer for them to break their gaze from the rocky banks, but Sofia recovered first. Her bubbling giggle lightly graced the air, breaking the tense moment with a jovial comment, “Fly. Gon ly yyly flygon!”

     Liam's relieved grin crept into his voice, “Its type disadvantage and your obvious strength were enough to convince it to leave.” His strong gaze considered the cheerfully bubbling river, and he stared past the spot where the Luxray had vanished. His thoughts were no longer on the big cat, rather on the concern he brought to voice, “This river is moving incredibly fast, and there’s no easy way to tell how deep it is along the middle. We’re going to have to find a way to ford it farther up its banks.”

     “Gon.” Sofia countered confidently. She fluttered deftly between him and the rapids. The river framed her as she leaned forward and beckoned with a roll of her shoulder, “Ly Y goon.”

     Her trainer's steps were uncertain, and he stopped just behind her. Liam asked caringly, “Are you certain? I don’t –“

     “Yy. Flygon.” She cut in, not unkindly. The serious strength in her eyes made it obvious that she would not take no for an answer, and Liam's look of concern fought with a bemused smile. He did not bother arguing with her. Gently, he climbed onto her strong back and grasped his Flygon’s feminine shoulders with a reassuring squeeze as he settled into an old but familiar position.

     With a musically singing buzz that flowed over the banks of the rushing river, Sofia’s diamond wings hummed to life. A determined furrow scrunched her brow, and with a strong kick off the rocky shore she launched into the air. It was a simple matter of dexterity to hang on to the back of his humming Flygon. However, strain already fought with the tenacious on her face, and she did not waste any time pressing onwards over the clamorous river.

     Strong muscles worked and tensed as she flew, and there was no need for her to be in the air for very long. Hardly half a minute passed before his strong Flygon landed with a gravelly crunch of riverside beneath her feet and they were safely on the opposite bank of the river. He jumped from her back, but he remained loyally at her side. She caught her breath quickly, a proud sparkle gleaming behind the protective red lenses covering her eyes, and her partner placed a gentle hand on her shoulder with a silent thankful clasp. In an effort to dispel his worry, she gathered herself again and happily chirped, “Fly gon!”

     This time, Liam nodded. For a moment his hand lingered on her, and Sofia gently embraced it in her own. She simply smiled and took off, filled with new energy onto a faint trail between the trees. Her paw still held tightly onto his hand, and so with a joyful laugh he could not help but trail along behind her down their new path into the mountainous forest.

     The birch trees began to wane, once more replaced by strong and sturdy pines. The forest thickened as it transitioned from a bright and clean green to white and snow-laden needles as the radiant sun settled directly above them. From the grand river, they had ventured through the deep evergreen forest of the mountainside and across slope after slope before they stumbled again onto the edge of trouble. This time it took the form of three Houndoom feasting on a fresh meal, and the canines broke from it to bare their dangerous fangs. Their growls matched the fearsome looks on their muzzles, but the Houndoom made no move to forfeit their hard-earned meal. Neither the hiking trainer nor his Flygon offered a threat to that previous peace. They respectfully backed out of the clearing in as nonthreatening a manner as they could, a soft bow and drop of their eyes displaying their intent simply to pass by. Their mindful caution saw them away without anything more than the intimidating rolling growls, and soon they had passed around the dangerous den of canines.

     The collection of canines enjoying their lunch reminded the pair belatedly of their own not-yet lunch. It was already an hour past the sun's zenith, so as soon as they found a particularly smooth and welcoming rock the hungry trainer took their pause. With two familiar clicking snaps, he removed his pack as and Sofia relaxed beside him on the comfortable rock. Liam pulled out a cluster of healthy banana-shaped berries and two servings of dried nuts. His practiced hands once more split the food evenly between himself and his companion. Their lunch was easy and tasty, light enough that they were able to finish in only a few minutes and they did not dawdle. Soon the two were hiking on their way over the steep slopes of the mountainside again.

     On those challenging slopes, the pair took turns crossing over the thin shelves that overlooked the vales and hills from the cliff side face of the overlooking elder mountain cliffs. Tendrils of melting snow had frozen into the rocky ledges, and at a particularly spider webbed edge the loose ice and grey rock simply crumbled beneath his foot. His eyes widened in that single heart-stopping moment, but Sofia was quick by his side to catch him with a three-fingered paw steadying his shoulder. His hand came over hers, warm with thanks and a world of gratitude expressed soft squeeze of his fingers that said more than any words could to convey of his boundless affection. With a cautious eye on the ground Liam did not dawdle on the spot, and he pressed forward alongside her, though his steps slower and more carefully calculated.

     Their path curved slowly northwards and bent around the base of the mountain. The afternoon sun's bright rays angled as the day past, offsetting the cool of the arid sky. As the two summated the particularly steep grade and came to a rocky and uneven plane, a dangerous looking sight greeted their eyes.

     Spiky fractured rocks littered the sloped ground, a collection of small pebbles to sizable boulders and jagged spires. On closer inspection some of the boulders were revealed as curled up Graveller among the camouflaging rocks, but what drew both sets of their eyes were the rust-tinted steel boulders arranged unnaturally straight in a red ridge directly across their path. A loud crunch of rock crashing into the valley floor echoed up from behind them as disturbed rock hit the valley floor, and as one the rusted steel rocks seemed to whir to life in front of them as one. Each boulder rotated in its own direction with a coarse grinding noise as the coils of aged steel reared back and revealed themselves as an imposing Steelix with a singular roar, “Llix!”

     Neither lost their wits as they took up their battle stances. The dangerous Steelix dove straight at the ground and crashed through a Graveller that had been sidling slowly away with a sickening cracking crunch! Its dive was not even slowed as it shattered the frightened Pokémon like so much glass, a window through which the dangerous Steelix drilled straight into the ground and vanished beneath the surface. For several moments the ground shook with its burrowing, but the Steelix did not resurface, and with it the quakes slowly subsided. For the third time that day, the pair stood lucky and relieved. The shards of the broken Graveller littered the edges of the collapsed tunnel while the rest had almost entirely vanished in their haste to escape the wrath of the ancient titan.

     Liam had to steady himself against his fierce Flygon in the ensuing silence. She kept her eyes on the disturbed rock face, but the brush of his hand broke her intent stare and she looked curiously over to him. A little nervously, he said, “That was close. This far out, the Pokémon are able to get incredibly strong. It's even comparable to Mt. Silver, but even there… That Steelix looked ancient!”

     A soft and natural bubbling chime played as she willed herself to relax with a melodic laugh. “Gon fly ylyy, Y lyygon!” She reassured him before she turned back to their path. Sofia asked confidently, “Yy flygon?”

     Her confidence was a contagious stream of positive energy into Liam. He recovered with a stout nod, and though the first step was not really a step, and with Sofia by his side they were able to move forward together. Above them, the late afternoon sun was fading into fantastic oranges and yellows as twilight aged the light over each rocky bluff. The day’s warmth once more began to wane as the sun threatened to set behind the mountain peaks. The distinct chill put a spring in each step as they looked for another suitable place to set up their camp.

     The prim Flygon’s sharp eyes spotted a secluded corner carved into the steep mountainside, and she pointed it out to him with a single green claw. It was an otherwise unremarkable rough-shod pocket perfect for setting up their camp. Her partner readily agreed, and made for it with bounding steps inspired by the sharp chill growing in the air. The bare rock face needed no fancy fire pit, so Sofia just collected armfuls of dry boughs while he set his pack nearby. His well-practiced procedure had the unassembled tent off his hiking backpack and spread on the rocky inlet near the steep cliff face in record time, while Sofia danced back and forth from the small pile of firewood and the spruce forest as she prepared their fire.

     The darkening sky was clear at first, only speckled by brilliantly sparkling stars that were blooming with the onset of dusk. Their cheery work echoed against the solid bark of the trees and stone cliff, the rustling sound of the unfurling waterproof tent cloth resounded brightly with the clattering clunk of each piece of wood added to the fireplace around them dulled slightly by the encroaching trees. A deep grey blanket of clouds surged into the sky above, rapidly blanketing the cold night sky bringing a sudden curtain of hail. A rusty warning bell clanged in the trainers mind to the tune of pattering frozen rain. He stood, and turned his steely blue eyes to the dark forest, and in a single moment of realization they widened with panic. He shouted a desperate warning, “Sofia, roll!”

     Years of training and instinct guided her. At once she dropped everything and twisted away, unseeing but trusting his urgent command. It was not a moment too soon. A brilliant white broke the air only inches behind her in a single piercing beam directly through the spot where she had been floating, only inches away from her nimble body. She did a quick loop and landed in her battle stance, a defiant challenge to the unseen attacker hidden in the forest, “Yyngon!”

     A chilling sight emerged from the trees, revealing itself as though answering her challenge with one of its own. A massive Abomasnow broke through the wall of trees with the creaking snap of living branches breaking apart in a flurry of freed needles. It had a furiously greedy look painted all over its as a clear announcement to the partners that this Pokémon was not going to turn away as easily as the others had. Liam’s face tightened and his Flygon lost her bubbling cheery grin. He called without delay, “U-turn, around its ice beam!”

     With the same skillful wing that she had dodged around the Ursaring’s strong paws, Sofia arced around the predictable ice beam with her charge. The sturdy Abomasnow was ready for her, and it swung a heavy branch-arm to intercept her oncoming U-turn. She flew awkwardly backwards with a pained look on her face, while across their niche frosted tree Pokémon hardly recoiled at all. With a powerful flap of her wings she caught herself and held her ground. From beside her Liam growled at the icy foe and instructed without missing a beat, “Don’t hold back. Stone Edge.”

     His steadfast partner nodded and struck the rocky ground with an earth-shattering crash. With all the elegance of a ballerina, she twirled up several sharp stones around her, another ice beam deflected with a deftly maneuvered shard, and then she rushed the icy-tree Pokémon head on. It was a powerful impact as she struck the Abomasnow with the full brunt of each jagged rock. Yet, it still stood strong with greedy eyes dancing between the berry-filled hiking pack and the battling Flygon. It struck a glancing blow, a whirlwind spin that knocked away both the cloud of stones and the fierce Sofia.

     Both of the combatants were breathing deeply, and nursed their bruises. Liam staunchly pressed the opening with an order, “Rock Slide.” His stout and sure voice echoed off the wals of the enclosed hideaway, and for a moment the Abomasnow’s attention split between him and her just long enough for the deft Flygon to land her slide of rocks straight down onto its snowy head. Even with an uncontested hit it simply shook off the attack with a roar of defiance, “Abom!” It still stood worrisomely strong against its opponents.

     It raised one strong pine arm as it carefully aimed its next attack. Sofia instinctively darted away of the spraying stream of purple needles, but the cleverly angled attack was two pronged. The sharp needles flew beyond past her, and far too late Liam saw that they were flying straight at him! Far too many of the needles punctured straight through his clothes with painful ease, an unsettling snick as needle after needle pierced through. Each one was filled with a burning poison straight that brought him to his knees as his Flygon's elegant curving dodge broke with surprise.

     All thoughts of battle fled from her mind in a flash, new jagged stones clattering as they fell from her sides, exchanged for a panicked exclamation, “Yon!” She disengaged from the battle to rush to the side of her injured trainer, everything else forgotten behind his importance to her. The underhanded Abomasnow paid no mind to the fact that its worried opponent had disengaged, and cruelly it took aim again. Her path was easy to predict, sliding an avalanche of ice that crashed her straight into the rocky face and stopped her flat in her tracks by her disabled trainer’s side. It roared triumphantly, “Snoww!” With no one else to stand in its way, the frosted tree Pokémon snatched the hiking pack and left the defeated couple where they lay with a vanishing rustle back into the quiet blackness of the forest.

     With a herculean push, the battered Sofia dug out of the solid icy rocks pinning her to the ground and wavered unsteadily back to her feet. She was in no condition to move, a fact made obvious with each pained and soft wheeze of her injured breath, yet still she limped over to her dear friend given strength from the concern she had for him. His was a dangerously serious injury on its own, despite his hast to remove the toxic needles poison already bit at his extremities. Liam’s face had already drained of its color, the creeping pallor of poison slowly progressing even as she watched him.

     He spoke before she could say anything, willing his almost crossed eyes open to regard her, “A-ah… are you alright? I’m sorry… I should have seen that attack coming…”

     She laughed, but her beautiful bubbling laugh was marred by a coughing hurt. She said only, “Yy gon. Gon ly Y fly…” and emphasized her words with a gesture of a paw at the scuffed spot beside the half-built campfire where their supplies had been. His hiking pack was gone, and with it all of the supplies that were nestled inside.

     Her injured trainer chided, “You’re injured.” He struggled to close the few feet that separated them, but it might have been a thousand miles as his weak limbs collapsed under his own weight. His Flygon did it for him, each slow wincing step masked with worry and taken happily to be by his side. She embraced him in her arms, but he held up a hand before she could muster a reply. His face was full of love and care as his other hand searched beneath his ragged shirt. A fit of pain shot across his wincing face as the poison pulsed powerfully through his veins, and his dear Sofia cooed softly to him as she cradled him close. His fit subsided after a moment into the dull sick twinge on the back of Liam's mind, and he drew his hand out of his shirt with a light jingle. It was the tinkle of a thin beaded metal necklace, but the real interest dangled from its chain. Any trainer might recognize the high-class spray bottle as a full restore, a purifying brew that could heal any injury regardless of its severity.

     Sofia’s attention was contained entirely on her calming caressing cuddle with her trainer at by her fluttering heart. His motion was not for himself, and rather than direct the salubrious brew down Liam aimed its nozzle at his partner of old. By happenstance, her eyes opened and she caught his intent a moment too late with a dumbfounded, “Yon?”

     His response was the whoosh of medicinal spray as he pressed the full restore's trigger. Its work was miraculously fast from the moment it touched her, each cracked rib popping back into place as though the avalanche had never even touched her scales. All of the injuries from her battle and even the scuffs from her rough hiking were undone by the surge of dreadful relief through the rapidly recovering Flygon's body. A puncture in her lungs closed, and dangerous internal injuries knitted together under the effects of the powerful curative. She sat strong and straight again, her physical pain forgotten in an instant. Sofia gasped a small gasp of stunned surprise, no words that could even begin to voice everything swirling in her mind. Liam's eyes twinkled with sparkle of wet relief, and he filled the silence with sputtering words, “Ever since that day in Olivine… I’ve kept an emergency full restore on my person. I…” Another rolling surge of pain forced him to stop, a pained groan escaping unbidden from his lungs instead. With a shake of his head he managed to continue in a vain vain to wave her concern away with his thankful words, “I had hoped it would never be needed. I am glad… beyond glad, that I was able to heal you. My love…” His voice trailed off underneath the loving gaze that spoke with indomitable fiery passion. He met her eyes through her red lenses, lost entirely in care for her.

     For a moment, hope returned to his partner Flygon and her eyes searched over her trainer. His words, however, and his stilled arm dashed that brief moment of hope, and her brow furrowed again with distraught. She did not want to believe her person’s words, she just couldn't! Sofia frisked him with energetic paws, searching as carefully and thoroughly as her eyes had through his shirt and around the empty pants pockets. He tried to comfort her with a laugh as she inadvertently tickled and teased him, but a hacking cough cut him off and brought only more worry to her wide eyes.

     Sofia refused to give up on him, and so she gently set him down and flitted over to the unlit fireside. The dusty rock face was scuffed where the stolen pack had been dragged off, but nothing had escaped when the greedy wild Pokémon snatched it and ran. Her eyes were wide and plaintive behind her protective red lenses as her mind raced through her options. She could attempt to track the fleeing ice type from the sky and retrieve their supplies, but she knew that finding it was a very slim chance while the toxins in her trainer were only intensified. There could be no telling how long that search would take, and there had been no sign of even discarded seeds from Pecha or Lum berry trees in these remote mountains. Finding one of those blessed trees seemed an even more remote possibility in these cold climes, and so she paused in thorough consideration of everything she knew. From the shady halls of her memory, a single image of a chalkboard hanging in a trainer’s school in Rustboro city years ago stood out to her, and a brilliant idea hatched in her mind.

     Meanwhile, her stalwart trainer breathed deeply as he did his best to contain the pain. His attention flagged slightly from his partner, though between each thrum of poison his eyes traveled back to her. In soft brush of welcome surprise, her gentle hands met his shoulder as she cradled him again. Her warmth radiated into him through her paws and her loving smile. He welcomed her return with a soft stroke of approval, and as her hands gently guided him onto the ground on his back he only worked to assist her. Liam's gentle hand raised to her dark green forehead as he kept his soft blue eyes locked into her reassuring black ones. Though he did not know what she had planned, he knew above all else that he trusted his Sofia unconditionally.

     Still, he still could not help but be surprised when she straddled his head and presented to his gaze her soft green underbelly and almost invisible vent that hid her nethers. There were no questions upon his lips, nor any on hers beside the fierce blush that overtook her face. He knew that the comfort and care of his lover’s embrace would spare him from the worst of his pains, the pains that were already all but forgotten in their indomitable burn within the back of his mind. The familiar sight above him quickened his heart, and soon his own weak blush mirrored the fierce one she wore as best it could. Inspired, he worked with her guiding claws to break free of the constricting shell of his clothing, and quickly his was body bare to the cool night air. It would have been cold if her body was not around his, shielding him from the chilly grasp of the night with her protective scales. His hands played across her stomach, each deft finger massaging diligently teasing at her sensitive thighs and belly scales. The coarse drag of her soft sanded scales met his travelling hands, while above him Sophia rumbled an appreciative purr as her blush grew more intense fuelled by the beginnings of arousal. He pressed into her green scales, rubbing over her the creases of her thighs and at the faintest edge of her vent with each explorative and experienced touch.

     Any other time, his Flygon would have not only allowed the teasing foreplay, but enjoyed and reveled in losing herself in the night-long embracing advances of her trainer, of her mate, but she knew that her man did not have the luxury of that time to spend. Thus, instead of moaning and teasing back, she crouched above him and rubbed her quickly swelling flesh and reddening valley into his lips in a lewd kiss. A soft squishy dampness met the small sound of muffled surprise from his lips, and the vibrations of his muffle turned into a deliberate hum that echoed up and into her depths. Each twinge of electrical pleasure into her encouraged Sofia to grind her vent over his face, and his wide eyes closed slowly as he leaned up and into the kiss with all of the passion that he had for her. His tongue teased out and met with the slick and delicious nectar within her, and the distinct taste of her powerful honey slathered not just over his mouth but quickly his entire face as she ground into him. A stray hand stroked over his Flygon with love, and fondled and petted over her body, grasping and pulling her scales down even as he nosed up and into her flower. He licked across the lips of her vent, and up in between the engorging chasm as he understood her press as a hint to speed up. Still, he delighted over all of her lower folds, he teased at their outer edges and even licked over the soft scales where her thighs met her body. Her taste was a divinely sweet slick of feminine fluids combined with the loveliest aftertaste of strawberries that lingered on his travelling tongue as he applied a combination of pressure and dexterous motion to bring her from the point of faint arousal to a fully blooming red flower. He knew all of the spots to attack, his skillful mouth nipped and grasped carefully at her lips and pulled, then his tongue brushed up and then into her tunnel’s entrance. He knew every way that his dear Pokémon enjoyed to be teased at, he knew all of the areas that drove her completely wild. With a quick motion, he took the edge of her into his lips, kissing into her as he gummed fondly at it. Her growing arousal was now drooling over his face, dripping her delicacies into his thirsty mouth and keeping his face warm with her fluids in ever-growing quantities.

     The heated blush of her swollen nethers squished solidly into and about Liam’s face as she rocked over him, pressing herself farther and farther over his willing face, and her velvety tight tunnel squeezed and tensed about his nose promisingly. Again and again his tongue dipped into Sofia’s depths and drew along her inner walls as the nuzzle of his nose spreading her tunnel so that he could taste her wonderful and familiar strawberry flavor. He met her motions with the weak but fervent enthusiasm of a man lost in the desert with nothing to drink but her fluids, and he angled the cup of his mouth up and into the nectar drooling flower that slaked his aching thirst. His Flygon’s blush was stuck fast on her closed eyes and her maw that was open in a silent gasp. The flushing flesh of both sets of her lips matched her protective red lenses as well as the red that adorned the diamond edges of her wings, and she still pushed down over his face. Each press was no longer a grind, rather replaced by the thrusting soft rolls of her hips, and each pressed his questing face deeper between her lips. The taste of her pleasure sparkled into his tongue and the scent of her arousal coursed straight into his nose, and each needy clench of her about his face brought a distinct and proud pleasure to his own body and mind as he pleasured her powerful green body with each motion. She pressed farther over him with every twist and every gyration of her hips, and each motion brought her trainer into far more than a simple kiss betwixt the slavering lips of her vent. Hers were gentle thrusts over him, gentle but insistent, and as her tunnel began to grab and pull at his head he began to slowly sink upwards into her needy chasm.

     Below, Liam experienced the intimate sensation of her opening lower lips crowning over and around his head. Her gate opened wide and welcomed him into her flexing tunnel, each pull a powerful suckle of needy and close flesh. Her juices continued to slick out past his head and continued to douse and mat down his naturally spiky black hair as though he had dipped it into a pure pool of her fluids. Her nectar ran in rivulets out of her and down his dripping locks over his shoulders, and each river was not only lubricant but also as a true example of her pleasure beyond Sofia’s lilting moans and rocking hips. Despite the weakness brought on by the poison he put all of his effort into lapping at his partner with each diligent lick at her dark depths and with each ceaseless rub at her with his hands even as with a single slip her lips contained his entire head within the deep red interior to his Flygon’s most sacred depths. The soft sound of her tunnel squished into his ears in time to the flutter of her heart as her tight passage grasped and pulled indomitably farther over him and her lips squeezed gently closed under the catch of his chin into his neck. She had to work to widen herself using each motion to ease herself down farther and drag her engulfing depths over his neck until the obstruction of his shoulders slowed her advance. Her body rolled against his, her tail rested and pushed gently into the small of his back as her pleasure surged within the undulating passage around him. With a twisting roll first one and then the other shoulder slipped in, and as her trainer began to fill out her passage and wriggle within her she could not suppress a hearty moan.

     Sophia's encompassing flesh muted and muffled Liam’s noises as it pressed down against his own flesh, further silenced by the powerful surges of fluids that occupied not just his face and head, but his mouth and shoulders now too. He twisted about within her and fervently licked at her even as she guided his supine body in an upwards curve to meet the deep kiss of her southern lips, and not once did he struggle or resist her embrace in the slightest. His trust in Sofia was bulletproof, and the thought of doubting her intentions never crossed his mind. Even within the humid and constrictive embrace of her petals, and though each ripple of the walls and each thrust was accompanied by a clench of her vent and muscles around him in a way that restricted his breath to the perfumes of her aroused flesh and slick wetness, he only strove to bring further pleasure to her needy chasm. His hand outside still stroked over her scales diligently, and he ensured that each motion stretched her inner walls and teased her outer flesh as he rubbed her from both sides at once. There was an unmistakable care in each of his ministrations that without any words at all imparted a message she knew well, I love you, and I trust you, my dearest Flygon.

     Their eyes were clenched tight under the pleasure of her blush, and her brow furrowed with concentration as her ardor argued with her loving thoughts for her mate and her lover, the man who all that time ago who she chose to be her trainer. They meant more to each other than anything in the world, and despite the pleasure overwhelming her a single tear ran down her cheek. It was lost in the midst of her lust-driven moaning and the gentle bobbing of her hips as they humped down over his shoulders and welcomed the beginnings of his arms into her with a wet slurp. She was determined to keep him safe, to snatch him from the looming jaws of the world that threatened to snuff her mate out, and so she continued unabated. The passionate Sophia used the ground and her own trainer’s push in combination with her tail to aid his body’s penetration. As she lowered herself down his body spread and parted her vent wide as he filled her passage, each small wriggle an inspiration for inspiring her strong and powerful squeezing from the tight tunnel around his body. Each press squelched softly into his flesh as she massaged her sweet strawberry sexual fluids into his arms, his head and shoulders already completely inundated by her lusty brew. He never stopped licking as he passed through her undulating depths, but he did so much more than that as he took her sensitive inner flesh between his lips and suckled over it as it passed by him in the same way that her entire pussy was suckling and drawing him inexorably inwards. With a soft bump, the crown of his head gently teased at the protective barrier of Sofia’s cervix. Below, her vent clenched and crashed softly like the tide itself over his arms and continued until her body claimed his elbows. He was almost halfway engulfed, and as he squirmed and dug his way deeper into her soft vent he flexed his arms outwards and ground them against the outermost edge of her yawning lips. The swell of his bulge was visible along her belly as he continued to spread her wide, and with a sharp inhale, she rose briefly up above him.

     Her bright voice rang out her pleasure as she came back down with a powerful thrust, and with a singular motion she speared herself with her partner Liam. Sofia’s muscles rippled around him through the silken walls of her sensitive tunnel, each undulation of the walls compressing him tightly together within her in growing fervor as her fiery hot vent claimed more and more of him. Her grand curving buck pushed his head against and through the kissing oculus that was her cervix, the constant press and suckling swallows of her constricting channel a constant pull that drew him inexorably inwards . Her human wriggled and writhed within her, taking strength his desire to bring her pleasure without a second thought to his worrisome condition. He extended his arms and flexed his hands as he diligently worked her thighs and the delicate petals of her blossoming rose. His dexterous limbs danced within and over her body, and pressed at her from as many angles as he could manage against her slick passage’s own all-encompassing press down and into his own body. Each motion was as lovingly insistent as her thrusts, as powerful and full of his own need as the need that he inspired in her clenching tunnel, a need that built higher with the passion of his flesh that was drenched in her hot nectars. Around him, her warmth welcomed his body and her tight depths cradled his flesh gently with each suckling draw that pulled his form farther into his Flygon’s innermost temple. An errant groping grab of her carefully maneuvered paw grazed over his aroused member and combined with a twist of her hips and a curling inward push of her tail worked upon her trainer until his shoulders followed with a wet squelch and vanished up past the dripping scarlet-red of the aroused gate to her womb. The wet sounds of sweltering and dripping chamber welcomed him inwards as the heavy pulsing drum of her heart echoed into his ears, muffled slightly by the sticky fluids but reverberating through the passionate pleasure of ardor in every muscle that was working to devour his entire form. From the simple sound of her life-bringing core, he could tell her pure pleasure. The familiar racing thrum was a welcome sound, a fluttering like the flutter of her wings to keep her and her bliss in rising ever higher. He knew the sound of her heart well from the countless times before that they had been together with his head against her chest, with his gentle and strong arms embracing her loving grasp as they came together, and yet this was a much more intimate embrace than any they had experienced together before. Even her deepest feminine folds tasted of the slightly fruity flavor of strawberries, the scent both aromatic and sticky even as the heady brew drooled in strands off his body from the dripping walls of her vent and the heated mire of her womb. All of the sensations that snug body played over him were a joyous welcome, nothing but a truly welcoming blanket that was made of only his lover and her ardor.

     Sophia's flushed and swollen vent drug across his body from both sides, and each tender squeeze flexed her tight nethers all about him. Each surge of her muscles and rush of fluids flooded him with her pleasure and soaked him entirely. The pure lustful pleasure was an overwhelming combination to her mind of the wonderful stretching of her sensitive walls and the ceaseless massage of each of her trainer’s diligent actions pressing up against both the top and bottom of her tunnel. She was taking him as her own, her body claimed him with each reflexive undulation and drew the unmistakable bulge of her mate ever inwards as she removed him from the harsh cold of the mountain air. Her womb flexed in welcome around him, each contracting clutch meeting the air with a wet slurp and slosh as her gushing chamber drooled and slathered her strawberry juices over Liam’s entire body. Each glistening rivulet added to the slick and sticky warm sheen that each wave that her body had already slathered over him before, and added to the sticky white of his own drooling precum. Her cervix compressed his body tight, tighter again as his shoulders pushed through that tight ring it clenched in and tightened. Her passionate pleasure rippled over his body like a starving calf trying its hardest to milk its meal from its mother. Her passage flexed and pulsed, fed by the powerful heartbeat and sloppily convulsed over his entire torso with the divine draught of her lubricating fluid. The gentle ferocity of her body as well as her throaty supple moaning rang out for all to see her unmistakable lust and ardor. She gently pushed of her tail at his buttocks and curled of her hand around his sensitive thighs as she engulfed him more, her soft touch belying the care she had that was hidden under the husky overtones of arousal.

     Rather than tiring and slowing, Sofia's tireless tempo only increased. Her mind was consumed with pleasure, so lost was she as she used the solid ground to invite her trainer in. The soft carpet of grasses were nothing compared to the welcomingly soft blanket of her body. The unforgiving cold clime of the high mountainside danced a shiver across the southern half of his body that still lay outside of her vent. The sharp sound of each soft drip of her intimate fluid met the air as she curved her sleek banded tail and scattered them with a teased of its fanned tip over her trainer’s feet. With single-minded intent she coiled it about his legs and squeezed over him, a playful curl inwards and she tugged powerfully in the same moment that she rolled her hips and thrust powerfully downward. She pulled him irresistibly into her green body while her hands mindlessly rubbed over his vanishing body, teasing over his inundated body and almost accidentally coating her claws in her strawberry flavored fluids as they followed him up against her flushed flower. It was not simply a decoration of their fluids that decorated him, though. Underneath the protective lubricating sheen of Flygon honey, his body sweat the cold sweat of fever and poison that could not be forgotten. She had never once forgotten his plight, the terrible inspiration for this grand pleasure, and so rather than grinding her hips in place and teasingly playing at her mate’s body as though he were nothing but a living toy, she moved and pressed herself ever forwards. Again she bounced up and down, another jumping thrust combined with a sure flex and pull of her tail up as though she was going to use its fan to belatedly shield her nethers from view. It was a mighty combination of gravity, the rolling of her hips, and the blunt thrusting insertion behind her tail all together that pushed, pulled, drug, and suckled him into her with loud squelches of splattering fluids. His hips vanished up into her with a pleasant pop, and at last she had overcome the final hurdle of his body by sheer force of will and pleasure. His toned buttocks and pulsing member both vanished in turn, entirely engulfed within her, as within his own pleasure burned like a candle alighting the enormity of her flaming passion, the same lust that argued with the growing painful poison that only grew. Her massaging kneading flesh, her undulating and drawing body, her powerful heartfelt ministrations all worked together to work all thoughts of the toxic poison from his mind, her tight and silken depths rampant in their ardor. His grasping hands were held to his side, unable to caress at the clenching interior of her vent, but still he did not give up. Even though he was so thoroughly bound by her tight tunnel, he still flexed and spread his arms, wriggled and wormed into her as every passionately caring grasp succeeded in driving the darkness from his mind like her cheer had the same from his heart every day. Liam dauntlessly worked to bring her pleasure, the heady flavors of her sex subsuming him and the heat of her womb enveloped him, and still he buried himself even as she buried him within her pleasure.

     The points of his elbows caught under each rippling massage of her fluttering tight passage. He was being devoured whole, through the swollen lips of her vent and spreading her sensitive flesh further and teasing it as he pushed and rubbed against her, each luscious rub met with a powerful pleasured contraction that clamped his arms straight back to his sides again. The growing bulge in Sofia's belly continued to increase while what remained outside of her continued to vanish, and each movement of his created a soft lump on green of her belly. She could not help but gasp at each powerful stroke that was muffled by her birthing canal. Any who might have looked would have been able to see where the her trainer was going without question. At his head, the pillowy roof of her womb greeted him in, and almost instinctually Liam curled up as her ravenous rose swallowed more and more of him. Soft red darkness was quickly becoming his world now. His Flygon’s powerful vent walls worked their embrace deeper over him, into him, suckling him deeper as each clenching ripple held him tight within, and her consuming body tethered him to the world with the cords of her love. The sound of wet flesh squelched around him all the while as a defiant reply to the cold air as her tight passage worked him deeper still. Each surge of pleasure through her body wracked her blushing face with a moan and rippled down into the drawing pull of her aroused nether lips.

     Deeper was the only fathomable word in either of their minds, a word upon her breath in the gentle cries of her species, within each throaty moan fueled by the tiniest of wriggles and the biggest of squirms, and entirely unmarred by the brilliant blush they shared. All around him her body clamped down powerfully. Her passage tightened in against him before relaxing and pulling ever inwards with each inexorable ripple, breaching him further and further past the brink and deeper still into her womb far beyond his shoulders now. It was like forcing the neck of a turtleneck sweater to stretch over a bundle of melons, each stretching it far wider than it had ever been intended to expand until the melon was finally past. At the back of her mind there was the faintest tingle of sparkling pain among the far grander and mind-numbing pleasures of the intimate process, adding to the entire delicacy and building upon the pleasure within the green dragoness’s mind. er plush walls were a constant rubbing massage over the disappearing trainer, a similar sparkle of painful pleasure that had caught and bitten his mind fought powerlessly against his arousal. Each wide and all-encompassing squeeze of her forgiving tunnel worked to ease the burn from his mind, the veil of luxurious satisfaction that overrode everything with the pure white of overpowering pleasure instead taking hold on all of his senses. Even the faint cold breeze of the mountain air disappeared from his consciousness as the combination of less and less revealed skin and pleasure forgot it. He slid deeper, ever deeper, his body a small mirror of Sofia’s grand and rolling thrusts as he back and forth within her. He bucked gently within her, he ground and humped up and into her. His focus was not just his furiously engorged member but his entire body to guide one last climax to his partner. He had no need to see what he was doing when his entire vision was subsumed by her body, he had no need to aim in any one direction when every single motion spilled out and into her deepest and most sacred depths. All he had to do to bring her arc of pleasure higher was to move.

     Though the solution to her passage was simple, Liam did more than simply move. Twist and turn, from the outside her pleasure shone crystal clear in every single one of her soft and irresistible thrusts. With satisfyingly wet pop, his hips pushed past her yawning vent while her nether lips squeezed closed around his buttocks and caressed his thighs with a tight embrace like that of a slavering pair of lips welcoming their prey. The sultry drip of the Flygon’s slick honey rolled out in dollops across him in glistening lines of her personal lubrication. Each droplet of her potent strawberry feminine brew was heaviest as it dribbled over his yearning tongue, and even more it was slathered all across his entire body in a sticky and warm mess of gooey juices. His every motion bulged out against her green belly and stretched it slightly, the rounded squirms anything but subtle against the normally smooth green scales. Even the slight motions of his clasped hands held by his sides stretched against her tightening and loosening soft flesh. His motions were visible not just in the portal to her core but squirming bulge that had begun to collect within her womb too, softly shifting as he curled up and never for a moment relented in his quest to bring her pleasure. Most of all his motions were clearly audible within each wordless feminine moan on the dark night that was lit by bursts of white pleasure..

     She held his legs in her paws, carefully ensuring that her clawed digits did him no harm even as she held him tightly, and Sofia’s body hunched over and curled forwards as she pushed him through her constricting flesh by both shoving him into her with her arms and rolling him deeper in with every thrust of her hips. She met each needy pull of her paws with a press of her tail against his back, dancing passionately with the dangerous tease of sharp claws that brushed over his flesh. Each press, each grabbing tug played her deft hands up and against her slavering vent for a moment that might have been an eternity, her thumb claw dancing and plunging up and in as she stimulated her most sensitive regions. She teased within her sex between her trainer and the moist walls, each dripping and spreading around him with greater ease now that they had crested over the widest parts of his body. The undulations of her womb pressed and contracted around him in gentler and lighter waves than her swallowing nethers' vice-like clamp that worked over his aroused member and bodily swallowed him into her deepest darkest depths through her tightening cervix. Again there was the faintest tease of pain on her mind, the painful pleasure of a twist that turns ever so roughly against the tide of pleasure and only increases it like a snowball thrown in a pot of boiling water. She twisted and gyrated her hips, twirling about him as she literally screwed herself with his body until her pleasure was met, until her need for him was sated. Her flexing tunnel hungrily drew at him, slurping up his thighs and clutching around his body in the same way it milked and drew at his cock to pull every surge of her mate’s climax straight up and into her temple. This time, it was his entire body that was milked and suckled, all of his form drunk up through the straw of her ravenous birthing canal. Her womb's walls doused Liam with a pure collection of her concentrated honeys and the heady scent her liquor a heady scent that he needed to take in or he would risk drowning utterly in the rising tide of her passion.

     More and more of her trainer fed into her hot chamber, so much that his body had to curl in and up on itself to fit to the far-too-tight room. The sturdy walls of her womb soft, and yet they flexed with his Flygon’s powerful strength as her muscles worked to compress her trainer into the normally small space. Her pliable walls pushed back against his neck, against his shoulders, up into his back all welcoming him and yet making sure that he do nothing but curl against the unswayably strong muscles. Her passage pulsed unrelentingly around him with wave after wave of her liquid pleasure, each a powerful and crashing tide as her pleasure was climbed closer and closer to the zenith of a magnificent climax. His hips finally passed up and through her protective cervix with an explosively strong buck, and the powerful cervical muscles reflexively clamped and pressed his cock flat against his navel as it was engulfed and her temple fighting to close back around him. He could not help but quiver within her in the same way she quivered around him, his skin twitching in the same way that her scales were shuddering: entirely subsumed in more than just pleasure. All that remained outside of her dripping green flower were his ankles and his twitching and fluttering feet. Even then, they pushed and kicked gently at the air as he used his muscles to worm his body around within her as though he could use the air itself to push himself deeper. He wriggled farther and farther into her even as he was forced to curl up by her squeezing womb. Each small squeeze was like a hug of her strong arms, from every angle rather than two as gave him an embrace with her entire body. All of his ability went to continuing his thrusting and rubbing, and as his hands slid free of the restraining bonds that were her grasping and squeezing tunnel and the constricting barrier of her cervix he added them to his stimulation with a rub over her womb's sweltering depths. He massaged at her from the inside, a weak reciprocal rub as she massaged back at him in a full body press and knead of tight womb walls that inundated him within her deepest reaches.

     There, the strong Flygon paused. She breathed deeply and powerfully, the faint tire of exertion on the edge of each delicately passionate moan. For a moment she lost herself to the fiery pleasure that was her mate’s entire body wriggling, massaging, and filling out her tunnel. Her heartbeat reverberated within her, it filled the sloshing quarters of her life-giving center and echoed the tempo of her pleasure into his ears. The wretched poison lingered on the edges of their minds, all but forgotten with the grand crescendo of pleasure that welled up within her and readied its howling song. Liam’s body filled with the potent bonfire of pleasure, with fires as bright as the sun, a star of guiding light that blinded him to all but the marvelous passage of lust and arousal around him. Sofia’s pure heat radiated its comfort from all sides behind the warmth of her fluids and the sweltering temperature of her pillowy walls, each pulse of the womb that was his confining destination in time with the pumping of her heart. Then, her climax crashed down on her body like an avalanche, and it almost entirely flattened her with its intensity. Her muscles clenched, her womb surged up around him and began to squeeze powerfully, her abdominal muscles flexed, and her formerly forgiving tunnel became as a rubber bear trap snapping closed around his legs. It seemed to be one ceaseless motion as her body pulled him in, her arms curling up as all of her body's muscles contracted as with all her might and buried her paws into her lips and followed him into her with her fingers with a final wet shlup. Even her neck tensed and curled in then down as her red-lensed eyes closed tight and clenched shut as tightly as her tunnel spasmed, only a part of the earth-shattering quake that rolled through her body.

     The explosion of her climax burst over him as her muscles grabbed and tugged him singularly up between crushing pillowy walls. It was a slide of rocks, a slide of solid muscles under soft flesh pressing in tight as her tunnel clamped down and echoed white lights of pleasure into her unseeing eyes. Around him, her womb almost churned as it squeezed down. A geyser of her frothy feminine fluid burst out and showered over his feet in a foamy combination of clear honeys and a softer spicier feminine fluid from her bladder. The juices splattered out and doused her hands in sticky heat that she spared not a single care for. She was entirely lost as her womb’s ministrations washed over her, its rolling walls tossing her trainer about within even as he worked his painfully stiff length. A great crescendo inspired his mind and body both, and within her he came. The massaging heat of her climactic blaze was joined by a paltry comparison of his own fluids crashing in a straight on collision of two climaxes in the sacred place where only his seed had been allowed before. Beneath her body a puddle of clear dew had grown, and still grew as more fluids surged out like a waterfall from between her twisting green digits. The echo of lewd wet squishes rebounded through the empty clearing like pure pealing bells. Her hot pleasure melted the hail underneath with steaming fluids, a small dab of diluted white mixed with the pristine and clear waters of her sex. One final squeeze of her muscles, and her trainer’s feet vanished from the walk of her tunnel to the pavilion of her womb. Her electrifying orgasm still coursed through her body. Between her legs her engorged vent flexed and clenched wetly at the open air as it rippled and held on to an imaginary organ, and slowly it began to close around the once more empty space of her passage. Within, the heated fluid roiled and slathered across him as each muscle vibrated and pressed around and into him. Just as slowly, the shuddering suffocating walls began to relax. His Flygon took a deep breath in, a long and delighted gasp, as her double-edged relief came to her. Her lust had been satisfied, and her trainer was entirely contained within her. Yet, as she rested and felt as his motions began to grow softer and softer she was reminded that she could not stop there.

     Liam was forced to curl up into a fetal position within her. All that met his mouth as he opened it to breathe was an ocean of her sticky sweet strawberry-flavored honeys. Without hesitation he took a mouthful and swallowed only to have it replaced with ever more fluid as his mere presence stimulated her. His hands caressed at her, and as he pushed outwards and stretched at her tight walls, and slowly his lungs began to ache as her heat flowed directly into him. The groan of his lungs was not the only ache that greeted his body as he came down from his pleasure high. Waiting as though it were a serpent in the grass was the panging twinge of poison with fangs that were a soft and dull red that flickered across his vision subsumed by her dark interior. It was nearly completely black within her. Through the pulsing softness of her muscles, her never-ending heat and the familiar beat of the heart of one he loved pushed the fear far from the threat of the poisonous discomfort. His heart synchronized with hers, each beat trying fruitlessly to remind the pain to him. Her fruity ambrosia was a comforting syrup around him even with the looming dark and kept him at ease. He floated within her, held tight and gently by her softly squeezing and welcoming muscles as her heartbeat played out its soothing tune. Even if he were to drown within her, even were he to become lost entirely to her pleasure, it was a fate he welcomed infinitely more than what the toxic poison promised. Thus, not once did he panic or struggle. His motions were each gentle, each willing and full of the love and trust he held for her. The hunger for oxygen began to grow more pronounced within him, and yet he silenced it with a sloshing swish of his head.

     He was now little more than pregnant-looking bulge in the Flygon's body, sedate, a soft swelling of her green belly that distended when he shifted and angled his body to rub or when her walls reoriented him within her. A brilliantly hot blush burned on Sofia’s cheeks, a blush that tinged them with warm lust and not just a hint of love gleaming in her eyes. Even as her juices flooded his breath, he had nothing but care and trust to give her. Yet, she was not done. True satisfaction could not come to her until her mate was absolutely and unequivocally safe. With a strong flex of her tail she propelled herself up and onto her feet. The jumble of her movement swirled her trainer through the gooey mire of her heated depths. He swished and sloshed around as he turned and tumbled slowly within her, the walls of her womb pressing in against him from every angle. He pushed back against them, his arms cradling her flesh and his legs gently curled to add to the distinct massage against the sensitive internal flesh. Her heart was a drum in these dark deeps, an ethereal noise accompanied by the throb of his own heart as he drifted in a state of semi-consciousness. Both eyes were closed within in the dark warmth, the comfort of Sofia's all-encompassing embrace driving out the twinges of poison like the pleasure before.

     Outside, her three-clawed paws rubbed over her distinct bulge, a possessive press as she leaned her neck down and closed her eyes once more. It was a reflection of the deep concentration that her climax had colored on her mind, and her green antennae twitched as she exerted muscles that had never before seen use. Words danced across her memory, It’s like being seeded by a true Flygon. Look at him as your own, your dearest, and that is what he will become. You must be sure that is what you want, dear, as it cannot be undone once you see it through. She focused on that thought, on his meaning to her, and the sensation of breeding with a male – her male, her mate – and imagined him with the spirit of her heart, as the spirit of her Flygon that was her trainer.

      Her soft walls began to twitch around Liam, a stream of pushing and pressing tightening him in against himself. The soft interior squished in against her mate, they compressed around the man who to her mind's eye was a Flygon, and her temple began to pulse with life and activity in time to the distinct thump-thump of her heart. It was more than just the gentle and soft ministrations, it was coming to life around him. He curled inwards as the walls closed in around him and held him, rubbing against every side of his body and compacting him into an even tighter ball. He grunted within her, a sound that was muffled into a small bubble that escaped into the honeys encapsulating him and was lost entirely. Each roll pressed across him tighter and tighter, working her honey right into his naked flesh. Its warmth was simply overwhelming. The soft heat of her body roiled as though the pool of her fiery sauna was under the hottest summer rays. It was a pure and unadulterated heat that flowed straight from her own heart and that was built upon by the massage of her walls as well as his own gentle ceaseless rub, and it only increased as she lost herself deep in concentration. Within his lungs the burn continued to grow, a beg for him to gasp in not air but the relieving torpor of her inundating strawberry tonic. It would be ever so easy to submit, and yet he resisted like a true diving champion. He let the ache drop from his mind as he instead concentrated his mind on the abyssal depths of her warm blackness, the loving massage that was her entire body pressing in and working down over him.

     The Flygon's bulge shrank as her womb compacted him into a smaller and smaller ball, each contraction forcing sexual fluids from the overfilled chamber. Each spurt from her nethers splashed wetly as it joined the pool of liquid pleasure collecting beneath her, kept warm by each fresh stream of clear strawberry fluid. It glistened in the moonlight, a glitter lost on her closed eyes as she focused on the exceptional pleasure of her overfull womb. Her thoughts were a swirl; he was hers, her trainer, her mate – and now he was her child. He was entirely hers. It was not a new thought. They had been each other’s since the first day they met ages ago in an entirely unlikely encounter in the Kanto safari zone, and from that first sight she knew he was her trainer. When they stood side by side before the Pokémon league for the first time as partners, his entire team following with determined eyes, she had known that to him she was more than a simple Pokémon partner. Their eyes met, and they nodded, and they parted the doors as one. When she pounced upon him and took him in the abandoned basement of a long-burnt tower, she knew then that he would always be her mate. For years they had been together, traveled league after league and participated in each, and although there had only been a single victory among them all the memories were no less sweet. Together they fled from tragedy, they fled from the civilized world and its trappings, and for a time they slept and basked only in the each other's embrace. Liam petted at her from the inside, a caress besotted with the remembrance of her, with love and adoration and not a single thought that was not hers, and though his arms could no longer rub as thoroughly and his entire body was clenched and bundled tightly he still kissed at her inner flesh. The intrusion of slick and sticky-warm honeys bothered him not at all in this delicate and incredibly intimate embrace, her womb holding him far closer than he had ever been to her heart and her core.

     As his body began to soften and glow with a warmth that was not just pleasure, and as an ethereal euphoria began to bite at his extremities that replaced the dull and crasser sensation of the toxins he could truly wish for no other end. It was just the beginning. Though his body had begun to fail and his marinating form slowly began to drip at the edges as his hair and his outer edges began to melt, lightning bolts of pleasure overrode any worry with strike after intense strike of their thunder across the paths of his nerves. Like a ball of clay, her body began to mush him down and push him in tighter and tighter. It compressed her heated fluids deeper into his body that flowed more freely than it should under the pressure, and each squeeze embraced him deeper and deeper as her womb collected him into an efficient ball. The plush walls of her womb kneaded into him, strong wave after wave of muscles hungrily pressed into him and around him. The ache faded slowly from his joints, followed by the burn of toxins that seeped out from desolidifying flesh and collected in the space between him and her dark pink shield of walls in a fiendish purple cloud. With it, the last of the cold was purged from his form, and his eyes shot open to the wet darkness as pure and unfettered pleasure danced across his entirety. Without the frustrating spikes of pain, the true ardor of pleasure engulfed him entirely like a furious wildfire of burning passion. Her womb met the cloudy toxins with her pure fluid, containing one last trace of the miraculous brew crafted specifically to cure all ailments of any Pokémon great or small. Its design allowed them to fix any problem that she had, and by proxy of her fluids any problems ailing her unborn child. Hope came with the relief, sprang within his chest, even as his body grew mushier and stickier like the hot liquid surrounding him within her womb. A thousand times better, a thousand times improved, and yet he could feel little more than the purity of blinding radiating warmth throughout his body. He knew beyond it all that her design would see him through and that his Flygon’s love would guide him across and never let him perish.

     Relief, blessed relief coursed through his desolidifying body as the healing tincture worked over him and combined with the twanging pleasures of the bubbling juices as it quenched the burning thirst for oxygen that had threatened to blacken his mind. He had not taken a breath, and the encroaching pulses and lightning bolts of lustful pleasure continued up his folded arms. His mother’s womb continued to press down upon him from every angle, entrapping him within her soft and sturdy flesh, the slow and unstoppable tempo of her heart and her overwhelming warmth bringing a dreadful urge to sleep to the top of his mind. The comfort began to fight the deconstructive pleasure that was claiming his body, the fiery wall of passion only growing in the acetylene hot rain of her honeys that mixed and mingled as his body swirled around within her dark depths. The once solid and stout bulge that displayed his location rounded as he desolidified within, unable to stand up as her powerful muscles and her indomitable womb worked at his body and repurposed it. She could feel him softening, becoming less and less solid within, and her womb absorbed the edges of his strength fuel and fire to its processes. A deep satisfaction washed through her body, flowing like a river through parched farmland from the sensitive flesh encompassing his body and radiating outwards in fulfilling wave after wave even to the tip of her tail. Sofia felt whole, she felt content and happy, she felt full of life and energy – his own gift to her, a return from the healing care she was giving to him. Her jaw tensed, and even though it was locked with heavenly pleasure, it turned up as an unstoppable smile decorated her face. She was glowing joyously, with true relief.

     It was an ethereal feeling as Liam's body melted together into a soft yet bright jell, and that only increased her womb began to form a soft protective umbrella around him. The surging current that was eroding at his body, pulling him and melting him in coordination with the powerfully undulating womb walls that crashed into his flesh and soaked her strawberry fluids hit the protective covering and like a river that met a dam was guided around him. Her shield surrounded him like her womb had before it, and it formed a soft yet firm shell around his body. Like that, no more of him escaped into the hungry absorption of the sweltering womb, and though her body continued to pour its transformative heat and destructive fluid, and as her womb sloshed and pressed down inwards it no longer found any purchase to capture what had already been captured. In the darkness surrounded by the oppressive heat and powerful energies of her active womb and inundated by liquids and her heartbeat, he finally succumbed to the red-darkness of sleep, a grand and deep sleep as his mind drifted into dreaming slumber. The last sensation before warm darkness overtook him was of the gilded slushy liquid that was his body locking in place against the edge of the hardening protective shell of his egg. In that moment, the Pokémon trainer known as Liam faded as well. The human who had adventured with his Flygon, who had undergone a great many trials and come to love his Sofia was no longer a human. Sofia’s body had entirely encapsulated him and turned him into a Pokémon’s egg, her own egg, and outside her furrowed brow finally relaxed. A deep sigh graced the air, and she opened her eyes. The only thing she was interested in, the only thing that she truly saw was the subtle rise of her pregnant belly, full of the egg she carried within her womb. She could feel her internal muscles finally slow down as they too joined in rest. A great exhaustion struck her mind then, with the seeming return of the weight of gravity on her body and mind. Her eyes drooped just a little, fluttered just a bit, and she knew that she had to find shelter for the night. Not just for her sake, but for her unborn egg's safety as well.

     A mystical hum broke the meditative silence of the cold clearing with the flutter of her diamond wings. A soft kick and she was in the air, a slight drift to her flight by the gentle weight of her egg. With a quick wing and a decisive eye, she set out on her journey. It was a novel experience, but she knew that the entire way she would never be alone.


Epilogue

     Seasons passed, spring then summer, then autumn and winter. Spring broke again over a region far beyond the known north where the trees grew wild and thick, where the bushes were uncut and entirely untouched by humans. It was in a pristine and floral meadow that a mother Flygon was curled up around an orange and white egg. Her gaze was intently upon the special egg nestled in her blanket of soft grasses. In a moment, it became obvious why it held her rapt attention: the egg rocked, and squeaked excitedly within her embrace. It rumbled back and forth, and her tail tightened protectively around her egg as she watched the baby Pokémon inside began to work at its solid confines. A distinct crick announced as a single crack broke out upon the egg, then another and another until it was all but spider-webbed with cracks. Then it shook once more, a violent rock contained by the motherly tail that held it securely, and finally it burst in a brilliant flash of light that revealed a newborn baby Trapinch. Its vibrant blue eyes were only for its mother, sparkling as she squealed a single call filled with pure joy and collected the Trapinch without hesitation, “Flyyygon!”

     The wind that blew over the clearing shifted to the east as the two embraced, lost entirely within each other’s arms. The mother and child would go on to live their own adventures together once more, tales of victories and defeats both as they lived together once more. They would have each other, and yet those exploits are a tale for another time.