Weavile clambered down the neck of the defeated Kommo-o, and upon reaching the ground she bowed deeply to him. It had been a good fight, and he deserved the respect. The Kommo-o bowed to her in turn, and then turned to face Matt and let out a welcoming bark. Matt approached slowly, slinging his bag off his back and onto the ground in front of the pair of pokemon. Opening one of the pockets, he pulled out a small sack and placed it on the ground. Pulling the string and letting it fall open, he revealed the contents – a large pile of Sitrus, Roseli and Yache berries.
"We give these to the tribe, an offering of respect and thanks," Matt said, his head bowed respectfully. "And we pass along the regards of Kahuna Hapu." Matt had talked with her extensively before setting out – the dragon/fighting types were known for the territorial natures, and if provoked could be extremely dangerous. There were, however, respectful approaches that could be taken – and if one were to be accepted as an honorary tribe-member, they were very friendly. The approach Matt and Weavile had taken was a relatively uncommon one, but the proving their skill and offering sustenance was an excellent (though not easy) was of showing their worth to the tribe.
As Matt and Weavile kneelt before the large dragon, they both could feel the tension flowing around the clearing. Kommo-o lowered his head towards them, and let out a great, huffing breathe over the two of them. His scent is our scent, Matt thought. Hapu said that was a sign of acceptance. The entire clearing filled will celebratory screeches and the jangling of scales. The pair was immediately pounced on by excited Jangmo-o cubs, keen to investigate the newcomers. Giggling, Weavile sent each off with a playful swat and a couple of berries, until all the smallest dragons had run back to their caves to enjoy the treats.
The remaining Hakomo-o, on the other hand, had a different treat in mind. While Weavile and Matt had come mostly for the fight, they also had other plans. The Roseli berries they had brought were a well-known aphrodisiac – and as the scent began to permeate the dragons were getting rather… excited. Several had already paired (and in some cases, trio-ed) off, the ringing sound of enthusiastic coupling subtly different from the previous jangling of scales.
Matt quickly stripped out of his clothes, tucking them into his bag – he knew from experience that Weavile wouldn't hesitate at all to do it for him if he was too slow – and fell onto his back with a huff as his partner pounced on him. She straddled him, grinding herself enthusiastically against his growing hardness. As she ran her claws running lovingly over his chest, Matt pulled her in closer and kissed her gently at the base of her crest.
"You were simply breathtaking out there, dearest," He whispered to her. "Graceful and swift, I never doubted for a moment that you would beat them all." She let out a mewl of happiness and pushed up to kiss him full on the mouth, her fangs nipping gently at his lip. Her nether fluid was starting to build up along the length of his cock, cool and viscous. Matt broke the kiss and leaned back, letting her control the pace – he knew she loved to ride him, and he himself loved to watch her. As she rubbed herself against him, undulating slowly, he let out a breathy moan in appreciation. As engrossed with the sight he was, he nearly didn't notice the elder kommo-o position himself behind and above Matt's head – but he certainly noticed when the pokemon's twin draconic cocks slowly unsheathe themselves right in front of his face.
Without missing a beat, Matt reached out to caress them, taking one in each hand. They appeared to be self-lubricating, already dripping with fluid, and his hands slid easily along them. The kommo-o let out an appreciate grunt, his hips instinctively thrusting into the sensation. As the cocks finally extended to their full – and rather impressive – length, Matt found that he could still easily fit his hand around the girth. As a drop of pre-cum began to form at the tip of the bottom-most cock, Matt stretched out and took it in his mouth, gently running his tongue over the sensitive shaft. Bobbing his head slowly on the end of the cock, he moved both hands to the upper one, stroking more strongly. As he had hoped, kommo-o began to thrust himself against him – still only gently, but forcing more of his cock into Matt's eager mouth. As only the tip tapered – the rest of the shaft being a pleasantly ribbed but otherwise relatively uniform girth – Matt was easily able to let the cock slide in and out of his mouth. Then, in time with the dragon's deepest yet in-stroke, Matt let out a strangled gasp as he felt his own cock enveloped in Weavile's cool depths.
Weavile loved to watch her trainer take a cock (or many, in some cases), and contented herself watching as he practically worshipped the twin beasts before him. She ground herself in time with his strokes, but as he took one of the cocks in his mouth, she felt her self-control slipping away. Waiting for the perfect moment (she was a dark-type, after all), she raised herself over his cock, then let the entire length slip deep inside her. At barely four feet high, taking Matt's entire cock filled her gloriously, and she could hear his appreciative groans even through the cock in his mouth. Starting slowly, she thrust her hips forward and back, teasing her trainer with the lack of actual thrust. She leaned forward and placed a gentle lick on the top shaft of the cock in front of her, the one her trainer still stroked with both hands. As she enjoyed the two cocks in front of her and the third inside, she hit upon a simply delicious idea.
Turning to face behind her, Weavile was unsurprised to see several Hakomo-o openly stroking their own erections to the trio in front of them. Pointing at the one with the biggest cock, she beckoned it to join them. She slowly shook her own ass, and trailed a hand back behind her to gently run past where she was joined with her trainer, down past his balls, to gently press at his backdoor. She felt a shiver run through the body beneath her as, claws sheathed, she probed at Matt's asshole. The hakomo-o she had invited could easily see what she wanted, and shuffled forward to press one of its cocks against her ass, and the other against her trainer's.
Matt thought he was in heaven – a dragon's cock fucking his mouth and his gorgeous pokemon (finally) riding his cock. He let himself relax and let them use him, taking the kommo-o's cock deeper and deeper until he could feel the smooth scales of its underbelly pressing against his nose. As the dragon stuffed its cock down his throat, he felt himself shudder, his throat clenching, as Weavile gently quested towards his asshole. As she penetrated him, his moans were blocked by the huge cock in his mouth, but that feeling was quickly eclipsed by the pressure of a similarly shaped – if somewhat smaller – draconic cock pressing into his asshole. The already-lubricated cock slid easily all the way into him – this was not nearly the biggest cock he had taken – but he still loved the delicious feeling of the long cock pressing deep into him.
His own groans were mirrored by fervid gasps atop him, as Weavile enjoyed having both her holes filled by delicious cock. She gently ground herself against Matt, while the hakomo-o behind them started to thrust its cocks hard and fast into their eager asses. She leaned forward and took the end of kommo-o's upper cock into her mouth, slowly pushing forward until she hit Matt's hands. In response, Matt moved both hands from the cock down to Weavile's ass –spreading her open and pulling her more firmly against him. He cocked his hips upward, pushing her deeper on both the cocks impaling her, and opening himself up more easily to the cock in his own ass. Both of the dragons began to thrust desperately against the pair, cocks sliding in and out of their holes with obscene slapping noises, while the violent movements made their scales ring out loudly.
Time began to blur for the partners, their worlds revolving around the feeling of the cocks fucking them, until finally they felt the kommo-o tense and rut forward with a deep, satisfied roar. The first jet of dragon-cum was forced straight down their throats, but then he pulled out and sprayed the remainder of his load in great, gushing pumps over the two of them. At the same moment, the hakomo-o behind them pushed as deep as he could, pressing the knot that formed at the base of his cock against them until it popped inside. He let out his own guttural roar, and let loose torrents of cum inside the two. The feeling of being suddenly stretched and of being filled with cum set first set off Matt, then Weavile, and they shuddered together, pulling each other close. They lay for a short while, kissing, and nearly uncomfortably full of cock – until the hakomo-o's knot deflated enough for him to wrench it out with an obscene slurp, the bottled up cum spurting out for a moment, before dying down to a more sedated flow.
Weavile lay, still straddling Matt with his cock slowly deflating inside her, and nuzzled into his neck. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, dearest." He murmured to her. "We'll have to go back and thank Hapu for such good advice sometime." But for the moment, all they could do was fall into a satisfied doze.