A/N: Hello there, everyone! This is my first requested story, and I'll have you know that it just about killed me. It's for FullMoonFlygon, who asked for a dragonite/human. I hope this works for you!
To everyone, I have a poll regarding this story up on my profile. It's about what pairing should be done for the next chapter. However, I am STILL taking requests via reviews, so please, ask away!
"Who's that?" asked Ramses, nodding his head at the glass wall seperating him from the going-ons in the next room.
Behind him, he heard the click of a door being closed, and then footsteps as heels clacked against the linolium floor. Jenna took her time getting settled into her chair, crossing her legs at the ankles, and then flipping through her ever-present clipboard before answering her partner.
"That would be our newest "volunteer." she said, voice as clipped as ever. "Tara Macroff. She showed up this morning, asking for a job."
A smirk flitted across Ramses face, and he gave a soft snort. Wasn't that how it always was? Trainers showed up asking for a job, and then they got the type that they least expected. Most of them ended up in positions like this young blonde, who was struggling against her bonds within the next chamber.
She has been hooked up onto a cold, metal table, stomach up. Her clothes have already been stripped from her body, revealing rather small and unimpressive breasts and an unshaven crotch. Tara's limbs have been pulled outwards and upwards, so that her entire body now forms a giant "X", metal clasps holding her wrists and ankles firmly in place.
And, oh, she was screaming. The speakers that led from one chamber to the next gave Ramses full rights to the young girls pleas to be released. He firmly ignored them, instead turning towards Jenna once more.
"Alright, so we've got a male poke'mon coming in, obviously." he stated, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice. Ramses had to admit, their tests on seeing whether a poke'mon could impregnant a human were some of his favorites. There was just so much that could happen! It was exhilerating! "What's the information, Jenna? Don't hold back on me now."
Jenna gave a soft snort, but listed off what she knew. "Her own poke'mon, actually. Most of them were female, but she had a very nice dragonite specimen that we've chosen to test. Beta412, though it had previously gone by the name of Spark."
No sooner did Jenna speak, then the doors to the opposite chamber had opened up. As it was a completely fixed mating, the chamber was simple. Decked up in silvers and greys, it very much resembled any other lab room. The table that Tara was strapped too was the only piece of furniture in there - and where the scientist in charge of Spark went towards.
The dragonite had a thick, leather collar wrapped around his neck, and a long, metal chain attached to it. He was walking along more than willingly, large eyes taking in the room, nose twitching as it took in the scents.
The aid that was leading him took several moments to clip the chain to one of the legs of the table, then promptly turned and took off from the room. For a long moment, Sparky just stared at the now closed door. Then he tilted his head and looked back at his trainer.
"Drago? Tara?" asked the dragon-like poke'mon. It could smell the scent of its own species arousal, coming off of his former trainer in waves. Already, it was clouding his mind.
"Sparky? Sparky, thank God! I was so worried!" cried Tara, straining herself to look up at her poke'mon. "Help me get out of here!"
And, while he would normally obey any and every command that she gave him, that one didn't even reach his ears. Already, the heady scent of his mate's arousal was rousing his own dick. It pushed its way out of the small, other-wise unnoticable slit on his front, hardening both from the sight before him and the cold air that hit it.
The dragon's cock was thickest at the base, almost as large as a full-grown male's hand when curled into a fist, and a deep shade of purple. It curled upward and tapered, long and narrow, the tip brushing against Sparky's own stomach.
"Sp-sparky?" gasped Tara, and the terror was clear in her voice. "Stop it! Stop it now!"
"Draaaag...nite, nite. Oh, Tara, yes." breathed Sparky and then, just like Ramses and Jenna were hoping he would, he took a single step foreward and then started to clamber his way onto the metal table.
Sparky was far from the first dragonite that had been inside of Section Three, but this would be the first time that Ramses had seen one fuck its mate while laying flat. Normally, the dragon like creature forced its female to service it while he stood.
This time, the scientist watched as Sparky all but sprawled over Tara. His weight pressed against her small body, forcing the breath from her lungs as she struggled against her restraints. His scales were rough against her skin, scraping the tender flesh of her stomach, and he was pressing his dick against her bare hips.
"G-get off of me!" Tara screamed, throwing her head to the side. Without thinking, she bucked up and tried to throw the poke'mon off of her.
Sparky gave a throaty groan and pressed his hips downward, pinning his former trainer's body to the cold metal of the table. He felt no ill-will towards her. On the contrary, she had never been anything but good to him. In that moment, however, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out. It was instinct, after all, and instinct would always win out in the end.
The large male spent a few moments shifting his hips and rubbing his cock against the trainer, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. Small jolts of pleasure shot through him - but it wasn't enough, couldn't be enough, not until he was completely enveloped in her warm folds. So Sparky shifted himself, placing a large claw on either side of Tara's head, and shuffled downwards. The dragon remained on his knees as he moved about, dick dragging across the soft flesh of the female beneath him.
"Drago-dragonite...Hold still." he breathed, breath coming out in a pant that was sickeningly close to Tara's face. The creatures muzzle was inches from her own face, hovering there, maw parted as it drew in unsteady breaths.
Tara strained against her bonds, but the metal clasps were there to stay. They were tight against her skin, almost uncomfortable, and she was scared, so scared that it wasn't even funny. So when she felt the small tip of her poke'mons cock against her too-dry cunt, she clenched her eyes shut and screamed.
The noise distracted Sparky for just a moment. It was unpleasent, and breaking his concentration, messing with his aim. So he stopped it - dragging his large, flat tounge over her mouth and then leaving it there. He could taste her sweat, and the cherry flavored balm that she had applied to her lips earlier, and it sent a buzz into his mind.
Tara thrashed for only a moment. As soon as she realized she couldn't get the hot muscle off of her face, she froze. It was over her mouth and she could taste him, but it wasn't doing any harm at the moment. An inch higher and it would be blocking her nostrils, cutting off what little breath his weight wasn't blocking.
So Tara behaved like a good little slut, and held herself stiff as the tip of dragonite's cock pressed once more against her slit.
It was dry, noted Sparky, but it would have to do. He couldn't wait - and, with small jerks, he started to slide his curved dick inside of Tara. For him, it was nothing but pleasure. She wasn't a virgin, but her walls were still tight and the lack of lubrication just made them that much tighter. They clenched against his cock, constricting it - and, for a moment, he found that he either had to force his way inside or wait, see if she adjusted, see if she loosened.
For Tara, it was torture. Sparky's hard, curved dick wasn't too big at first, but she was more than unprepared. Every centimeter that slipped inside of her tore at her skin, forcing her cunt open, and then there was a stalling point where he grew too big and she was too tight and, damnit, that hurt!
Hot tears slipped down her face, and she tightened without thinking. A low groan rumbled out of her former poke'mon, and, in that moment, he realized that he couldn't wait. He needed her. Now.
A slight jerk of his hips had him pulling his cock back out of her pussy. A sharp jerk had him pushing the upper half of his dick back inside, and then some. It was shaped differenly from her vaginal opening, and the curvation forced the walls of her cunny to shift and slide, stretching out the muscles in more way than one. The more that he shifted into her, the larger he forced her pussy to stretch, the harder Tara bit down on her lip.
And then he was inside and it was bliss. His base was thick, and it stretched her cunt wider than it should have gone. But, against Tara's will, it was no longer dry. Between her own juices and his pre-cum, the torn skin of her vagina softened up, the muscles loosened.
Sparky could move, and he didn't wait to be told. Each thrust was slow, meaningful. He pulled all the way out, curved tip barely staying inside of the trainer, and then he forced himself all the way in again. Delighted in the wet slap of his skin against her; even though his ballsack was hidden, deep inside of the slit that normally kept his cock hidden from the world. Every now and then, he hit something that had Tara whimpering, pleasure shooting through her body, over-riding the pain that was an almost constant.
The blonde writhed beneath him, arms and legs caught in their metal binds, his scales tearing into her stomach. Blood trickled down her sides and out of her cunt, but Sparky didn't notice nor care. He was too wrapped up in his oncoming ecstasy.
Another thrust and there, yes, he was there! He pressed himself into Tara, base hitting the outer walls of her vagina. His dick forced her inner walls to bend and mold - and that hadn't been too bad earlier, because he was fairly thin at the top. Now? It was excruiating.
As the strings of cum began to fill her, Sparky's cock started to grow. It was natural for dragonite's, though something that the scientist's weren't able to register when having them mate with their own kind. Here, now, they were able to moniter and see and understand everything.
Sparky's thrusting stilled, though he was still firmly inside of his trainer. From base to tip, it was an even width; the same as an adult man's hand curled into a fist. It forced her cunt's walls to meld into the curve of his dick and it was big now, too big, and string after string of hot cum was being shot inside of her.
Tara's head was thrown backwards, skull pressing tight against the metal table. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream, but she couldn't bring herself to actually put a voice to it. She thought that she had orgasmed, but couldn't tell. Not with how she was being stretched, with how her muscles were being torn, with the sheer amount of spooge filling her.
Up in the other chamber, safely behind the glass, Ramses tilted his head slightly. From his vantage point, he could actually see the way that Sparky stretched out the ill-assuming trainer. Be it from his dick or from the amount of cum filling the girl, a bulge had formed in the skin of her crotch, even beginning to creep up into her upper stomach.
As far as producing a child for them, she would be useless. The muscles in her lower body would be destroyed. Jenna clucked her tounge and shook her head. Ramses frowned.
"Have the gaurds dispose of her." he ordered, pushing himself up and out of the chair. "And unless you can find a use for Beta412, then he can go too."