A Chaotic Day, A Wonder Filled Life, a pokémon fanfic

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I will be as blunt as possible with this; this is a one-shot, and I made all this up off of a meme, which is the one about giving a Giratina a sandwich. I was bored and stuck somewhere for a few days; my personal stuff was elsewhere; I had thought of a dream and this rollercoaster of a story. Brace and strap yourself in, this one's gonna get weird and rough. Also big thanks to Itzmeall without him this story would be in the sorry state it was before he worked his magic. Enjoy!

I am open to criticism, but please be gentle.

"Impossible…"

Words possesses the strangest of powers, even though they seem insignificant, they can dictate the lives of millions. Such that when uttered to those whose existence is an antithesis of said powers, no surprise can be given when they laugh at the attempt.

For in the face of gods, nothing is more humorous than mortal folly.

Voli opened her eyes, suddenly blinking at the room's pitch darkness. She raises her head as a chill runs down her spine; it'd felt like a foul malevolence had just been looming over her.

"What a surprise…" came an amused purr.

She looked to her left, her eyes adjusting to the dark. On the bed with her, a smug-faced persian was licking her paw then running it over to the red jewel on her forehead.

"You never wake up on time; today must truly be special," the cat Pokémon commented to the staring arcanine. Voli rose up by her front legs and let out a growl, hardly in the mood for the banter.

"I wake when master wakes me, Smokey, not when my belly wants food," she huffed before leaning over and taking a big lick on the persian's flank.

Smokey stopped her grooming, looking at her flank's fur that's now sticking up awkwardly and covered in Voli's slobber. She rose up, meeting the arcanine's gaze with an irked expression and giving out a deep growl. The two would have started a fight on the bed if not for the sudden grumbling buried between them.

Their master's blanketed body rolled onto his front, his eyes still shut. Voli froze as she was pulled back down on the bed by her master's hand, wrapping it around her neck and periodically rubbing it as he buried his face into her furry chest. She leans into his touch, enjoying the ministrations and her tail thumping gleefully. His other hand went under Smokey's jaw and started rubbing her chin, and the persian lay back down, enjoying the affection as her paws kneaded the air, her claws baring and retracting.

The two females turned from ready-to-kill into affectionate putty beings wriggling in bliss; the feud between them disappeared like dust in the wind.

Across the room on the wall-mounted perch, a pidgeot was promptly awoken by their commotion before chuckling to himself as he witnessed his master de-escalating the females, never ceasing to be amazed at how the two dominant females could be so easily calmed. He looked towards the window, and the sky was slowly lighting up as dawn was minutes away from the horizon. It pained him to ruin such a loving moment, but as he'd learned, duty calls.

As the first light of the new day broke the horizon, he took in a deep breath and raised his mighty wings up until the wing tips touched the ceiling. He paused, letting them savor the moment a few seconds longer before letting out an ear-piercing screech. The man groaned, grabbing a pillow and lobbing it at the screeching bird. The pidgeot expertly dodged the soft projectile, hopping to the floor and making a series of amusing chirps.

Sam Noble loved his life as an outgoing person as much as his job. Being 5'9 and around his early 20s', being a road technician had its perks. Somewhere new, almost every other day, grid systems are being linked in many regions, from Hoenn to Kanto, the Orange Islands, and way beyond that. Wanting to take a break from being a trainer, he did side jobs and gigs for a temporary period until the money started rolling, then he decided to put a full stop to his trainer career for now. The pay was freaking fantastic; he'd made so much in the first few months on the job that he was able to afford a bungalow just outside Saffron City. A modest home, but a life-long dream achieved early in a long life to live.

The Air Pass was probably the best perk of all. Normally, trainers were restricted to their home region when flying with their capable flying Pokémon. Given that technicians often had to work in an emergency capacity, the process of getting a passport between regions was voided. A pass that normally costs somewhere, if not around ten thousand poke dollars.

The only downside to his work…is waking up at zero-light fucking four-thirty AM.

Every.

Damn.

Day.

"I'm going to eat you one day with toast, I swear." Sam grumbled to the waddling bird who opened the door and exited his bedroom, proceeding down the hallway to the kitchen, chirping like the world's largest pager.

He sits up with his eyes half-lidded before rubbing his face to clear his lingering grogginess, but is interrupted by a fur of tan and orange fur shoving him back down. His eyelids shot wide open, his golden eyes seeing Voli beaming with excitement and hopping on the bed, pacing back and forth with her tongue lolled out as Smokey was nuzzling his face as she moved onto the pillows, avoiding the jubilating arcanine. Sam swings his legs as he struggles to sit up while avoiding getting stepped on by her. He finally sat up while enjoying Smokey's affection.

"Out ya go, now!" He commanded in his best, general war voice. Voli hopped off the bed and bounded out of the room like a kid on a sugar rush. A nubbed head buries itself into Sam's hip and the cat wraps herself around him, purring loudly. He pets her in return, getting a loving mewl from her.

"Let's go, Smokey," he says as he gets off the bed and does a back stretch before starting to fix the bed as the persian hops off. Placing the thrown pillow back on the neatly fixed bed, he walked out of the room with the mewling persian walking alongside him.

Approaching the illuminated kitchen, where his pidgeot named Toast was busy in front of the opened fridge searching for something, he walked to Voli, who sat in front of the door to their house's backyard. He went for the door and unlocked it, and both the persian and arcanine bolted out. Sam left his companions to do their thing before going to the kitchen.

Smokey laid down on the porch to relax while watching Voli hop over the fence and run through the forest, hunting around for their breakfast. She patiently waits 'til Voli comes back with their prey, as she'll help out the rambunctious canine to subdue their kill.

Sam prepped himself a mug of coffee and went to the dining area, where Toast was perched on a standing perch next to the table. Pulling a chair, he sat down and placed his hot beverage on the table next to a plate stacked with buttered toast.

Sam pondered—both literally and figuratively—how the hell the bird figured out how to both operate a toaster and make buttered toast.

"Thank you, good sir," he cheered before grabbing a piece of toast.

"Don't mention it," Toast chirped as he momentarily preened his feathers, then helped himself with a piece.

Sam had a good guess at what his companions were saying during their adventures throughout Kanto. Poké-speech devices had been in development for decades but rarely worked. Sometimes guessing was just the best way to go about it. He ate a few more toasts and left the room carrying his coffee as Toast ate the rest.

Sam flicks the switch on the wall, lighting up the living room, and sits on his computer desk and boots up his laptop, drinking his coffee while waiting. He logged in to his work company's terminal program to check out today's available work. The list was generated and dispensed at the beginning of each day, as most jobs were related to the proximity of the workers and their technical prowess needed for the situation.

After sorting out the list, two unassigned jobs appears. Job #1 is located in Lavender Town, where a group of magnemite has drifted into the local electric grid causing disturbance, which is something he could take care of. He looked into the other job and became rather surprised at where it was located. Job #2 is located on the southwest coastline of Sinnoh, where a small, isolated building housing a remote communication relay stands. The entire region suffered a short-duration power outage a couple of days ago, but the building's backup battery didn't activate. Concerning a break-in, a technician is needed on the scene to inspect the site, report any damages, and manually re-activate the relay. Sam rubbed his chin on the second job. It was pretty far out, but the long distance meant better pay, overtime, and smiling at the per diem—sweet, oh sweet per diem.

Before he could take in both jobs, his head jumped up to the loud commotion outside. He stood up, dashed down to the kitchen, and ran towards the open door to the backyard to see a dirtied Smokey in front of the Voli, puffed up and yowling. Struggling in her jaws was a very pissed off fearow flapping its wings to escape, and Toast was trying to de-escalate the situation. The trapped fearow was having none of it as its wings started glowing and flapped around, trying to hit the arcanine's face.

"Oh god, no, not again!" Sam screamed as he, Smokey, and Toast hit the ground just as the fearow let loose a whirlwind, sending grass and dirt upwards. Voli felt pain from getting pelted by the dirt and dropped the bird in surprise, to which the fearow instantly flew away. Her tongue lolled out as she panted, looking around and seeing how messy everything and herself had gotten.

"Uhhh…oops." Her head cocked in embarrassment. Sam scoffed, rolling to his back.

There was never a dull moment with these three, he thought.

"I SAID I'M SORRY!" Sam yelled, holding onto Toast for his dear life. They're up high, frigid cold in the clouds of the southern Sinnoh Sea, closely approaching the mainland. They've traveled for almost 6 hours, and it's almost reaching noon. Even with him wearing a thick sweater, it's not enough to keep himself warm, evidently with his teeth chattering.

The bird Pokémon responded with a screech before diving down. His stomach went to his throat, and his face turned pale before screaming out, looking towards the ocean approaching like a wall.

In his defense, he'd left Voli and Smokey—after tidying them up and resorted them to eat berries as breakfast—back home because he'd think they could deal with the job in Lavender Town. Despite the type advantage a magnemite has over a pidgeot, Toast is an experienced fighter from their adventures, and he can take down smaller pokémon with ease. They could handle a few of them, as the report had just mentioned a few of them. They could handle a few. Surely.

It turns out that there aren't a few of them.

More like…Magne-TONS.

Plural. Fifteen of them electric bastards.

Parts of them were still a little crispy during the whole ordeal, in which they're assisted by a group of Pokémon Rangers and their chosen, temporary-controlled Pokémon who showed up just in time and scrammed the rest of the magnemite before the pair got thundershocked to near-paralysis. After the ordeal, Toast was not a happy birdy, and the rangers gave Sam a scolding for his recklessness in a type-disadvantage situation. The job was done and the present crew on the grid both thanked the two and continued operations as normal.

Right before they're about to crash, Toast flared his wings at the last second, stopping the descent, and glided above the ocean. Sam swore he could see the gaping face of a magikarp on seeing his tightened grip on the harness, shaking at his near-death experience. Toast flapped his wings, gaining and settling at a thermal altitude.

He glanced back at Sam, to which he stopped chattering his teeth and gave him a gritting grin. "Funny you, haha. Bite me asshole."

To that, Toast caws in his way of laughter and proceeds to glide alongside the coastline towards their job location.

Flying alongside the Sinnoh coastline, it was a breathtaking sight for Sam: a great mountain range that cuts the island in half, the tip covered in snowy white like the spine of a great beast trying to burst out of the land. Toast banked down left as Sam took out his binoculars and looks through them, and it took him a moment to adjust to find what he's looking for. A few miles away, there was fog with a blue, hazing light flashing periodically. Sam commands Toast to go towards the light, and he bobs his head in acknowledgement and adjusts his course. Going through the fog, and after a few seconds, the view of the building is in their sights.

As a remote location, the means of reaching this place is either a flying Pokémon soaring here or by boat and docking it at the small dock yards away. As they landed, Sam unstrapped himself off the harness, dismounted Toast and ran ahead towards the building. He checks for any broken windows from above the building and vents, only finding them undamaged and the surrounding area untouched, as much as the radio tower and satellite dish are relatively fine. The only connection of power going into the building is the power line connecting to a near steel utility pole and the pole's connecting line stretching far out the forest. The place is eerily quiet, as if no one stepped foot it or anyone had been here in a long time.

Sam walks to the seal-pressure door as Toast follows behind. He grunted as he turned the rusted bulkhead handle, and flakes of metal fell to the floor as it turned. With a click, he pushed the door open, the noon light shining a few feet from the entrance. He grabs his flashlight from his backpack, turns it on, and points it down in the dim building's interior.

"Yep, lights out, alright. Stay right here bud, and keep on a lookout," he told Toast, who chirped in protest but accepted the order and roosts beside the door as he entered. The place was mostly self-automated; its system was designated to work alone and built to last, except now that it's shut off. Sam has been in the dark before, but this new situation is making him uneasy. All that's left to do is assess the building's interior for any damage and find the breaker box.

Walking on the steel-plated floor as he went further inside, Sam swung his flashlight in all directions, inspecting the doors closed and miscellaneous decor thankfully undamaged. He began to feel...off. That wasn't the right word for it. He turned to a corner, shining the light down the corridor, to see an enigma of a shadow lingering. Sam blinked and rubbed his eyes, only for the shadow to move away as he did. The light of his flashlight filled the corridor, and he didn't move for a solid minute, his eyes in concentration. He swallowed, steeling his nerve, and slowly headed down to the end of the corridor where the shadow had lingered. Arriving to see nothing suspicious, he turned to the right to see a door with the label 'Breaker Room'.

"Yes!" He cheered, walking towards his objective.

Turning the door open, he starts to look around, and to his relief, he comes to what he's been looking for. Right ahead is the breaker box, intact and functional, judging from a red flickering light behind the cover. Most of the room, however, was not in good condition; the ceiling is fine, but the surrounding area, on the other hand, went through some kind of showdown as scratch marks were on the walls, wooden box crates were damaged, and claw marks were all over steel-plated floor.

Sam anxiously stepped in; his gut instincts told him to cut and run, but the prospect of not getting paid overruled such notions.

Opening the breaker box and shining the light on it reveals a lever switch on the left, and on its right is a suspended indicator light blinking red with the text label 'MAIN POWER'. Right below is a similar sight, another switch, a toggle switch in the off position, and five similar indicator lights with the label 'BACKUP BATTERY POWER' devoid of power.

"Sheesh, no wonder the generator didn't activate. The last technician forgot to turn this on. What a rookie mistake," he chuckled before returning anxious, tapping on the toggle switch before setting his eyes on the blinking light. "At least there's power now."

He turned his head to the back of the cover's panel to see a note on it. It reads:

— "In case of a main power outage, the system will immediately activate the backup battery that will last for 5 days, giving enough time for the system to continue operating. When the main power comes back, it'll cease the use of the battery, switching back to the main line, and the battery will automatically recharge. If the duration of the outage exceeds the allotted time, the system shuts down, ceasing all operations. Once power returns, a manual reactivation is needed to boot up the system, and the charging of the battery follows."

—"Backup battery inspection: Switch the toggle OFF before doing routine inspections, maintenance, or replacements."

Sam sighs in disbelief and lifts his hand, flicking the toggle switch on. Seeing no lights coming from the battery's indicator lights, Sam assumed that the backup battery was not activated to charge after a definite replacement of the last people that went here. He took a relatively short course at some trade school, learning about the ropes of an electrical technician, and got a certificate as proof of his ability to get employment from this eligible skill.

He then lifts his hand to the lever, and with a deep breath, he pulls it down, and the red indicator light flashes out.

Nothing. He waited a few seconds for some reaction.

A blinking yellow light started on the indicator, followed by several more times before it finally turned bright green, and brightness flooded the room and outside the corridor, with a steady thrum of electricity echoing throughout the place.

"Systems rebooting…" A monotone, digitalized voice called out from the small speaker hanging from the corner of the ceiling.

He lets go of the switch, which falls back to its former position as Sam sighs out in relief. He turns off his flashlight and puts it back in its place. He sees one of the lights on the backup battery blinking red, assuming it is now charging. The station owners will be notified to find this relay back on the grid. His job was done.

"Now, that wasn't so bad," he grinned. "Time to go home now."

Closing the panel, he turns around, closing the door as he leaves the room and starts to backtrack to the entrance.

After half a minute, he makes it back to the entrance. What he didn't know was that an anomaly was exactly a foot away from the door. It looked like there's nothing unusual about it to the naked eye, but further inspection reveals a nigh-visible white swirling energy on it.

He was about to cross through the door when the monotone voice rang out, "Systems in full operation."

And darkness took him.

The place… was not okay.

He opened his eyes and felt his entire body lying on something. Looking all around the place, he could only describe it as a black, ominous abyss with white swirling energies appearing and disappearing.

That was to state the obvious; the less obvious was where exactly he was. How was he even able to breathe in such a place?

Sam stood in what he could only possibly conceive of as being in the void. Not like the space of the cosmos or something similar. The void is lacking in depth, endless, yet contained. This was a place that he wouldn't want to go to or be stuck in. He slowly and steadily stands up, feeling the ground beneath his feet; he can't even describe the ground he's standing on.

"Impossible." It's the only word he could muster.

Then a large black-lavender swirling mass surrounded by a glowing red aura spawns from the distance.

Sam hasn't ever faced the void, to which all things have been and never been. Instead, he stood before something far worse. A glowing mass starts coming out of it, slowly revealing a being like a prehistoric centipede, reaching towering heights that were far above the mightiest colossus' eyes that had seen the dawn of creation and scorned it.

His face turned to shock, realizing the being in front of him. Recalling a brief moment in the back of his mind during his time as a trainer, he was told of a legend in Sinnoh about a legendary Pokémon that can change matter and form once it appears. The being was so dangerous that it wiped off every living being in its surroundings, and turning the surroundings into an empty hunk of mass. Its abilities were rumored to be merging in the shadows, bringing an ominous feeling to anyone who'd come close with it.

He was even given an illustration of said powerful being, and right now he's exactly seeing it for real—up close and personal.

Here before him was Giratina in all its glory. The bringer of darkness, the ender of light.

The part of its crown from below its eyes split apart, showing the being's lips.

"I have heard many things mortal…" The deep, growling voice hit him like a thunderclap, sending him to his knees. "Being impossible is not one of them."

Giratina leaned forward, closing the distance between itself and the human. Sam's face turned pale as he found himself face-to-face with the darkness incarnate. The god's head tilted; it reminded him oddly of Voli when she found something strange.

"I'm Giratina. You stepped in and fell down on one of the wormholes I've been removing." Its mouth opened at each word, and he saw its teeth looking like broad swords.

In his mind, his inner self was screaming in panic upon realizing the being was with him in the building. He was not at all emotionally prepared for this; his lips moved, but words failed to form.

"SPEAK, lest I grow bored!" The god boomed; its face turned into absolute anger, and its red, spike-tipped ghostly tendrils outstretched wide.

Sam jumped to his feet and faced Giratina, "HiImSamI-I-I-IwasjustleavingtheworkplaceandIsteppedthroughthedoorandnowIminhereI-I-IdliketogohomenowIhavetofeedVoliandSmokeyandToastisprobablyworriedrightnowIlikethemsople—"

"ENOUGH!"

Sam covered his mouth as the god eyed him closely. The darkness incarnate rose up high, and he fell over watching. There was a rumble, and it vanished.

Sam lay down for a minute before he sat up, hyperventilating. "What the fuck just—"

"Ahem…"

Sam instantaneously looked up to the origin of a new voice; his brain froze trying to comprehend just exactly what he's seeing.

"Is this easier?" The being questions the slack-jawed human with a sinister, fanged grin; not only has it changed its voice to a more mature, feminine tone, its form has also switched to what can be described as a bombshell of a woman.

"…holy shit."

"It's my turn with it!" Voli demanded, chasing the persian who had the TV remote wrapped in her tail.

Evening was approaching as the two were fighting amongst themselves.

"When master gets back, then it's your turn!" Smokey retorted, jumping over the kitchen counter. Before Voli could jump up in pursuit, she remembered she'd been called a bad girl when she did it once before. She whined, unsure of how to get around the counter, when she didn't realize that both sides of the counter that she could walk around would take her to the living room.

Smokey smiled at the canine's frustration. She hops on the sofa and sets the remote down before pawing at it until the TV is turned on. Being disinterested in the current channel being shown, she pushed the buttons, switching to another channel. Voli eventually made it around the counter, giving Smokey an angry look.

She eyed the remote under the cat's paw, and Smokey continued to press the buttons as smugly as only a cat could.

"Smokey? Voli? Where are you?"

Voli took off like a bullet at the sound of her master's voice. Smokey turned to Voli for a brief moment, then went back to watching.

"Master, oh my gosh, you're back. I can't I can't I can't—"

Of course, something was wrong. Pokémon, particularly canines in this matter, know sooner than later when something is amiss.

There was her master, her beautiful, loving master, who had been there from her hatching, to her first steps, to her first kill, to her evolving and making every day worth living tenfold.

Then there were the things that wanted to take her master away. When they would go out, the things would approach him, and Voli could smell them for miles away: females coming to take her master away. She puts them in their place, baring her teeth and fire flaring across her fur. Some were brave, some dared to cross the threshold into their home, some dared enough to sleep in their bed, and she would sit over these interlopers through every second after her master had his way with them, as was his right, as her master.

He was never happy when they started to cry.

But she did it anyway, because she loved him.

There she saw the door open, her master on the porch…and she'd never seen him so scared.

Then she saw what was behind him, and her eyes narrowed.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Perhaps the easiest thing to forget about Pokémon is that, by nature, they are extremely dangerous. Voli was massive by just standing; she towered over him with a full head; she weighed over 300 lbs.; her jaws could crush a steel helmet and melt said helmet with a flamethrower. It takes years of training and patience to hone the strength and abilities of any Pokémon, like how to throttle back her flames—not to melt but rather singe, not to bite hard but simply to hold the threat by clamping down until they stopped squirming.

Sam prided himself on teaching his companions some sort of control over their abilities.

Looking at Voli, who was charging, it was not the same movement he knew. Her happy jog turned into a full-fledged sprint, her body burst into wicked red flames, and her jaws were wide open as she leapt towards the door. Sam could only duck down on the floor as she leapt over him towards the being. The goddess' crown, which mostly covers half her face separated vertically, shows her beautiful gray face with luscious, black lips.

"How cute…" Giratina smiled, catching the fiery canine by the neck with one hand.

Having heard the commotion, Smokey poked her head out the door. Out the doorway is her master dumping his backpack in panic and starts removing his ablaze sweater, then trying to extinguish the fire, a tall, hourglass-figured female standing on the pathway behind him and Toast on the side, who's all too shocked witnessing what's happening right now. The woman has Voli by her neck as she is struggling to be free—no, definitely not a woman.

She wore no clothes compared to her master, who was normally clothed when he came home. Though with females, his clothes usually came off at the door, so this was alarmingly different from this situation.

Standing over two feet taller than Sam, her entire body was in the form of a voluptuous woman with the exception of her head, remaining similarly as her original form along with the golden crown. Her black breasts were enormous, with such large black, perky nipples—and no visible areolas as they blended with her breast's color—that they would put the busty girls he brought home to shame. Her body was all in black and red stripes—with the half rings from her back that start under her armpits down to her hips; alongside the rings were her red, spike-tipped ghostly tendrils wriggling nonchalantly—from under her neck centering down to her navel-less abdomen, to her crotch with a visible pussy and down to the ends of her tail over her huge, smooth round butt with two golden twin spikes protruding from each side. Her neck, back, arms, and legs down were pale gray, with her hands and feet similar to those of humans, but with the change of all the digits' nails were golden claws.

The dreaded, legendary centipede in the adapted body form of a human female. What sort of madness was this?

Smokey stepped out and stood beside Sam, arching her back. She hissed and crouched down, ready to leap towards the threatening being. Voli flames burned out, yet still she raged and attempted to claw out at the god holding her.

"Brave, I'll give you that!" The goddess snorted, tightening her grip on Voli's neck and making the arcanine's movement gradually falter, losing her consciousness.

"Tell me, Sam, do you—" she grins before she stops speaking, glancing down at him sitting on the floor, looking back at her. Parts of his torso were mildly burned, and fear was laced over his face. In mercy, she drops Voli, who took a deep breath, and shakes her body before dashing to put herself between the goddess and Sam.

"I'LL KILL YOU! NOT…YOURS!" The arcanine couldn't think straight; she would die for him; she'd die at the hands of this goddess, but she'd die for him. Smokey was besides Sam, her maw open with her fangs glowing.

They stood for what seemed like an eternity before Sam lifted his hands toward them.

"It's okay…"

The two jumped at his touch, his hands rubbing their necks, as the two slowly lost their focus giving in to his caresses. Toast joined in with an indignant look towards Giratina, flaring his wings wide.

Sam stood up slowly, ignoring the mild burn marks on his body, and started approaching Giratina. Voli whined, a rush of guilt coming over her. He puts himself between the two females and Giratina. He looks at the grinning, naked goddess, truly taking in what he was honestly—still processing in—seeing.

"Now, about that sweater?" he says with a smile before his vision darkens.

Here it was peaceful, here in the nothing. A place devoid of worry, pain, and thought.

He floated in this place; everyone, everything is a distant forgotten thing.

"Master…"

To stay here forever would be easy.

"Master…please…"

Drifting 'til nothing remained.

"Master…wake up!"

Only silence and the peace it brought.

"Master, please wake up!"

Sam groggily opens his eyes, groaning at the familiar sight of the ceiling of his bedroom with the ceiling light switched on, illuminating the room. He had perhaps the strangest of dreams, or a nightmare, or both? Whatever it is, he's awake and no longer has to worry about—

"Ahhh…"

Sam slowly tilted his head back, finding that he was not, in fact, awake yet. A valley of black breasts filled his vision, followed by his face instantly turning red. Further to the right was the beautiful face of the rather amused-looking Giratina laying down beside him, a playful glimmer dancing in her red eyes. Sam flinched, looking at her hands that started running up and down his toned torso, but felt no stinging pain from the burn marks from which he got from Voli's plight. Fortunately for him, his pants and shoes were still on.

"This form is so…sensitive…" she cooed as he squirmed with her smooth hands.

"Fuck me, what the hell!" he exclaimed, tilting his head around the room. He was confused, scared shitless—even turned on a little—to what the fresh hell was going on.

"Now don't be like that. I healed you while you slept and gave you a little something. You were burned rather badly by your companion…" she explains, tracing a finger on his chest.

Sam paused again, tilting his head back towards the centipede goddess. She pulled her hand back from him and laid it to her waist and adjusted herself before giving him a smile, and for Sam, it actually looked rather cute all things considered.

"He doesn't like it, I told you!" Sam's heart nearly gave out at the sound of Voli's voice, who's actually speaking.

"You've done enough, demon. Leave him." Sam also heard Smokey speak as she followed it with an angry growl.

Giratina gave out an amused chuckle at the attitude of Sam's females. Sam quickly sat up, scooting some distance between them. She took the opportunity to further make herself comfy on the bed with the ghostly tentacles from her back sprawled out on the sheets, still amused. He looked around to see Voli and Smokey sitting on the floor and Toast sitting on his perch, poker-faced.

"MASTER!" He was suddenly tackled and forced onto his back as a mountain of orange fur smothered him. He tried to wiggle around and successfully pull out his upper body free from her pinning weight.

"Voli! Calm down, girl," he grunts as the arcanine drowns him in her worry.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, did it mark you? Are you okay? I'll never do it again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" Voli buried her face into his chest, whimpering. Smokey purred as she hopped on the bed, lying down beside him.

"I won't let you leave the house ever again," she stated, licking at a spot on his shoulder. Sam laughed and petted them both.

"So you two can talk now, huh?" As he finished his question, the pair immediately moved in front of him, looking straight into his face. Sam realized his mistake. "Oh no…"

"You can understand us?" They asked in unison.

After a few moments, Sam slowly nodded. He glances towards Giratina, who grinned, looking at her fingernails like she had nothing to do with it.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Voli jumped and started to run everywhere in the room. She nearly bowled over Smokey, which she leapt on her, face planting the cat on the sheets. Sam tries to check on Smokey, only to be tackled down by Voli.

"Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!" She shouted, then started licking his face. He tried to push her off of him, but it was all futile, getting his face all slobbered up.

Giratina decided to intervene; she stood up from the bed and raised her tendrils on the sheets. Her dark tendrils dashed forward, tangling the surprised arcanine by her body, and she lifted her outside the room's open door. Followed next is Smokey being carried out while gnawing at the red spike and a panicked Toast wrapped around tight.

Sam could only look as his companions were lifted out of his room. She stood in front of the door, and all three were dropped on the floor. Her tendrils retreated back into the room and she closed the door, the locks rattling from behind.

Voli whines, calling for her master to open the door as she pawed at the door. Toast lifted himself up and met the gaze of the angry persian.

"How did this happen?!" Smokey demanded, his face switching to panic, and he started to sweat as the cat shoved her head into his face.

He starts recalling the details of him and Sam's aftermath of the Sinnoh job. He dozed off during the entire ordeal of Sam doing his business in the building and got startled awake as he heard a voice sounding from the overhead speaker of the building. He shook himself, draining the grogginess away, thinking that his trainer had fixed the problem, and started awaiting his return. A few minutes later, he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching the door. He turned his head to the entrance to find no one, and the sounds of footsteps ceased as the speaker announced a new message.

He shrugged to himself; the thought of just hearing stuff made him inattentive. He roosts back to his former place and waits for a little longer. Several minutes of silence go by, and he starts to feel anxious as Sam has yet to come out. He stood up and walked in the building, looking around, and proceeded down the hallway, looking around to find him. Unfortunately, finding no sign of him, he returns back outside. Panic starts to boil in him; if he was playing hide-and-seek, it's not amusing him, and he'll give him the fastest wing slap instead once he sees him.

That was the plan until a white, swirling energy spawned a short distance from him. The swirling energy grew until the center transformed into a portal, showing a black abyss from the other side. The bird cautiously moved closer to the portal, keeping his guard up to anything that would happen. He froze on the spot as a red glow started to form around the portal, and he saw movement from the other side. The portal momentarily flashed brightly, prompting him to raise his wing, covering his face.

Bringing his wing down to reveal…Sam standing, deadpanned. Toast chirps in relief and starts to approach him until the portal flashes again, turning his head around and stopping in his tracks. After the glow died down, he looked back at Sam, only to be startled as another being was right behind him as the portal disappeared. The being had a sinister grin on its…no, the being had a sinister grin on HER face. The female being asks Sam who his friend is as she looks at him, then asks what item he'll give her.

Before he could respond, he dashed to the seal door and started closing it. Then he turns to her saying to follow them and he turns to Toast and says to fly them back home. With him not getting any chances of explanation as he's already beyond confused with what's going on, he crouched down as Sam mounted him, strapping himself in before Toast bolted up high with the being floating behind them in tow.

Without any further explanation, he stares at the door for a moment, then back at her with his beak shut.

Whatever is about to happen behind the door, they could only wait…

Sam looked down on the floor, suddenly feeling terrified; being locked in with the goddess is not what he's expecting to happen.

"Well?" She starts and a shiver goes down Sam's spine.

"Wh-whe-well what?" He mustered, finding the courage to face Giratina.

"You offered me something… Where is it?"

Sam, in that moment, realized two things: the first, that Giratina, the goddess herself, sounded very nervous, and second, the reason she's facing the door as her back at him. Does she want to be surprised by what he'll give her? He blinked for several moments, shocked at the frank oddity of such a thing. He went over to his dresser, going through his various collections and pulling out the largest item he could find. An old, extra-large, red stretchable sweater with nigh-visible black lettering that has long faded.

"Ummm, here, for you."

She turned around and took a few steps forward, seeing the clothing he was holding. She took the apparel he'd had for who knows how many years as hardly gift material. Giratina held it to her busty chest like a newborn child.

"Thank you…" she said in a whisper. Sam smiled nervously as she set it down on the corner of his bed.

"Your welc—Hmph!"

Giratina shoves him back on the bed; her lips crash into his, her tongue goes into his mouth, briefly tangling his, and starts stretching down his throat. Sam's face is flushed red, and his eyes bulge out as he's forced down with her full weight on top, alongside his throat being filled. He starts to panic, tapping on her arm to let him go, rightly so in such a situation. She pulls away with her tongue sliding out of his mouth and sits up, her chest heaving.

"I'm so WARM!" She roared, grabbing his hand and putting them to her globe-sized breasts. Her nipples felt hard and hot, quivering in his enclosed palms. Giratina threw her head back as her erotic body continually spasms, her tendrils wriggling nonchalantly. Heat bloomed between her legs as a mini orgasm rocked her core. Sam looked down to see her pussy leaking on his pants, getting all hot and bothered with the sight. "Arceus, it's been so long I've felt this again."

She sat down on him, feeling her groin onto his. Her pussy practically began leaking more of her juices, which further stained his pants. His face increasingly flushed, and his body was getting aroused at this point. He looks up to her face, her breathing ragged and those red, lustful eyes staring deep into his golden ones. "Take me."

There was a note of desperation, all things considered. She could have forced herself onto him at this point, given the whole being a god bit; whatever reason she hadn't was far beyond his rationale. Sam was not an idiot, and with himself also getting aroused, either he agreed or she'd kill him… Though he wasn't sure if she would or not, on the off chance, she'd definitely will. And with the attempt of him laying with a Pokémon, a legendary, at that.

He blinked once, then it followed with a stupid grin on his face as he sat up. "Yes, ma'am."

He kissed her hard, and their tongues battled for dominance as her moaning was pleasant to his ears. Being taller than him didn't deter him one bit from taking the opportunity to fuck this voluptuous goddess. He wraps his hand with his best around her hips, pulling himself closer before squeezing them, earning him a throaty gasp. She fell back while carrying Sam in their kiss, her head landing on the stacked pillows and her tendrils went limp.

With him on top of her now, she spreads her legs wide, revealing her red, velvety pussy profusely leaking in excitement as her juices start staining the sheets. Moments later, they separated, catching their breaths as her lustful eyes looked into his. She looked down at his pants as he sat up to his knees; his crotch was already soaked in her excitement. Her hands daintily touched his torso and traveled down to his pants, eager to see his maleness.

Sam gingerly moved her hands to his hips and took the initiative to undo the buttons and unzip his pants, then partially slid his pants down. He grabs her right hand and guides it to grasp his hardening member, protected by his wet briefs. She sensually rubbed the outline of his dick, getting a throaty moan from Sam. They each took their intimate moment as the room was filled with her lust. Giratina continued to play with his underwear-imprisoned dick while Sam undid his footwear and dumped them on the floor, moaning at her ministrations, eager to get started. He pulled away for a brief moment to pull off both his pants and underwear completely from his legs, letting his dick free from its prison and earning a gasp from her. Dumping it alongside his footwear, Giratina pulled him back and grasped his hardening dick.

"Whoa…" Sam utters as she wraps her hand around his length and starts to jerk him off, getting a sharp gasp followed by a pleasured moan. Giratina enjoys the look on his face, his head leaning back, his eyes closed, and his mouth smiling open as he blissfully moans. Hearing his moans made her pussy wetter every second, and she continued on jerking his tool until he's fully erect. Sam opened his eyes and looked down on her hand, continually jerking his dick, and at her face in astonishment at the tool he'd be plowing her with. By no means was he packing, and he had never compared himself to another male. He summarized that he's average at best, so there's really nothing much to be embarrassed about.

Their eyes met again before Giratina grinned and let go of his erect dick. She grabbed his hips and pulled him close, and their groins clashed together. She shut her eyes, moaning at the contact of his dick on her soaking, quivering pussy as he flinched. She lays her left arm down on the bed as her right hand grabs his left, intertwining their fingers in a loving grasp. His face turns red like her eyes, with said eyes also pulsating in lust, egging him to start. With his right hand, he grabs his dick as he guides the head and teasingly rubs the tip along her wet lips, getting a lusty moan from her. He pushed the head into her, getting a squeal, before slamming his hips down, burying his entire length deep in her pussy, earning him a lustful scream.

"AAAHHHHH! YES!"

By the gods, she's tight, Sam thought, his toes curled in the blissful sensation.

The goddess' hot, wet velvety walls wrapped his dick snugly, and he felt the clenching of her walls enticing his dick to remain in. Overwhelmed by how much pleasure his dick is feeling, he starts pulling his hips back slowly at first, letting a portion of his length out of her, and she whimpers softly. Her pussy clenches around the rest of his length, trying to pull the rest back in. Giratina was gripping his dick hard, begging for a thorough fucking.

Determined to do so, he started at a normal pace. Sam reaches up and sucks on her left breast, flicking his tongue around her nipple as his other hand cups her right one, twisting her nipples, and starts thrusting in and out of her all while moaning. Their lustful sounds of bliss filled the room. Her pussy continually clenches around his invading dick, quenching his length with her juices, further coating it as the rest leaked out of their connected sex. She's moaning so loudly from the combined sensations of her breasts and pussy, her body writhing from their first lustful thirst.

Sam pulls both his hands away from her right hand and breast and moved his arms around her waist, enveloping them as he increased his pace. His dick continued to plow her tight walls as he continued sucking her breast. Giratina can only squirm as her eyes shut in lustful bliss. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close for a deeper pounding, and Sam obliged.

"AHHH…please more!" She screamed out, her head threw back on the pillow with her eyes shut and mouth open, tongue lolling out.

Suddenly, Sam felt a profound strength brew within him. He unlatched his mouth from her breast, and with a roar, he pulled her up by her waist; her body rose up as she squealed in shock and her tendrils started wriggling again. He looked up at the flustered goddess before proceeding back to thrusting, sandwiching his head between her breasts as she continued her moaning playout. She met his pace and started thrusting her groins down, and his dick began reaching deeper into her as her pussy squirted out more juices onto his now-soaked groin. The room's humidity is turning hot, their sweat pouring down on their bodies in continual body mashing and mixing together.

The bed slightly creaks as it rocks back and forth in their coitus, and both of them aren't tiring one bit. He moved his hand under her huge, bountiful ass, squeezing around the massive mounds while burying his dick deeper into her, making her moan. Then he stops his squeezing as he raises his hand and brings it down fast, slapping her ass hard, making a ripple on its surface and leaving a swelling imprint. She loudly squealed from the stinging pain as her body squirmed and her ghostly tendrils froze briefly, and it felt good as her pussy clenched his dick harder making Sam thrust in faster, feeling twice the pleasure. He rubs her ass momentarily before wrapping his arms back around her waist. Despite her weight, his soreness starts to linger but is set aside by her pussy sucking him in further.

Giratina began incoherently moaning, which only meant for Sam to increase his pace, thrusting fast and deep into her. Both of them are getting closer to reaching their orgasmic high. Her legs further locked themselves around his waist as his arms did the same to hers. She wraps her arms around his back in a cross, and her fingernails start to dig into his skin.

Sam started to grunt in each thrust, thrusting in as deep as he could, and the goddess clenched on his dick harder and thrust herself down, burying it as deep as she also could, closely following each other's release. After a few more thrusts, she brought herself down, her fingernails dug deep into his back, and she began convulsing in climax.

"CUM INSIDE ME, MASTER!" She screamed and threw her head back, her tongue lolling out. Her pussy clenches tight around his dick, showering it with a strong gush of her juices and further soaking the sheets.

He followed hers with a final grunt, hilting his entire length deep in her walls, and began cumming. Heat blooms inside her as his twitching dick fills her up with numerous jets upon jets of his cum. Giratina's body shook, and another orgasm rocked her core again, his dick continuously twitching and painting her insides as the warmth reached deep into her womb, finding and latching onto her waiting eggs. Sam finishes by pressing his head under her breasts and begins to breathe deeply, sending the last jet of cum into her.

The reality of what he'd just done filled his thoughts, though the scope of it was something far beyond his comprehension. His arm fell to his side as he pulled his head out under her breasts and steadied his knees to remain upright. The goddess fell back on the bed, the back of her head landing on the pillows in a moaning mess. His dick slips out of her pussy with a pop as she falls, and a final moan comes out from both of them. Her gaping pussy began leaking out Sam's cum as his cock was slowly going flaccid, coated in their combined juices.

After a few moments in their aftermath, Giratina slowly sat up. With Sam not seeing her, she pushes him down on the sheets, pressing their bodies together. His eyes peel wide open to see her flushed face. She moves closer, touching each other's noses, as he focuses on her eyes, which are gleaming in submission. Her hands were shaking as his eyes trailed them before she cupped his cheeks.

"Master…" she blinks before her lips curl into a loving smile, his eyes widening in realization. "Yes, I should call you that now."

Before Sam could respond, she mashes her lips with his, silencing him. She took the lead and intertwined her tongue with his, and Sam could only follow along. Giratina pulls away as she sits up to his crotch, a string of their combined saliva following in their wake before momentarily popping away. She grabs his half-flaccid dick as Sam squeals from the sudden sensitivity. Feeling his tool's slickness around her hand, she started jerking it off, coaxing it back to full erection, and Sam could only groan out in the combined pleasure and the present sensitivity from his goddess' pounding.

"I am yours, master…" she whispered as she lined up his dick with her groin, teasing her leaking pussy and slams herself down, screaming out a lustful moan, and Sam grunted out from the increased sensitivity. "BREED ME!"

Sam leans up and pushes her down, switching back on top. He grabs both her breasts and starts roughly squeezing and twisting her nipples as Giratina further screams out and writhers in his dominance.

"Then stop talking!" Sam roared, beginning to once again pound the screaming goddess into a stupor.

The worst part was the wait.

Voli could hardly wait anymore, even as she sat down in full concentration on the door, never leaving its sight. Smokey and Toast had moved away from the hallway to the living room and watched the door from afar. The two looked at the wall clock from the living room as they were locked out for about an hour now. All three of them heard all the noises while they're out, and they can only wonder what's happening behind it. Voli insisted on staying, never leaving until her master came out or she died. Whatever that demon was up to has to be stopped.

So did they wait, bathing in at every second on-off the clock.

Moments later, they heard the locks moving and the three saw the door open.

Giratina leans in the doorway wearing the red sweater he gave her. On her shaking leg, she took a tentative step forward, with her black lips squirming into a smile. Voli turns into full anger, baring her fangs, fully aware that even in her dazed state, the goddess far outclasses her. She looks to the arcanine, the latter of which could smell the sex coming off her lower body.

"Our master is fine—well more than fine," Giratina giggled, nearly falling over at her own humor.

" Don't you dare call him that!" Voli barked, stepping into the room as she sat down facing her with her back facing the bed.

Giratina cocked her head while studying the canine. A mischievous thought popped into her mind, and she hatched a clever little plan. She leans her head out, turning to the left of the hallway to see Smokey giving her a heated glare and a nervous-looking Toast behind her. She arrives at the thought that companions were truly amusing.

"Most amusing indeed," the goddess mused, walking away from the room to set her plan in motion as the two dashed to their master's room.

"Voli…" Sam, still nude, started with a strong hint of exhaustion behind his voice, lying on the postboard with a pillow behind his back and a small smile on his face. Inwardly grinning in his mind, he'd just fucked a goddess and become his Pokémon.

Her heart ached in happiness at his voice. She jumped on the messy, soaked bed, and her heavy frame crashed down on his thighs, which he oofed. Her body leaned on his torso as she began sniffing him. The demon's scent was everywhere, and she wouldn't leave the bed until it smelled only of her and her loving master. Smokey and Toast padded into the room, and Voli growled loudly, not even looking their way. Sam shushed her, and she whined before relenting, letting the two join in.

"It's okay, it's all okay," Sam whispered soothingly as Smokey hopped beside him, nuzzling his face, and Toast shut off the ceiling light before huddling on his perch. He wasn't much of a cuddler, but knowing he was there was more than enough for comfort.

In the living room, the goddess sat on the sofa, setting her back on the pillows, as it was the only thing capable of bearing her huge, endowed rear. She crumbled onto it, much to its own protest. Blissful exhaustion was upon her, from her feet up to her crown. She sensually rubs her abdomen, a giddy feeling blooming in her heart, mixing in with her emotions.

One last thing to do: she closed her eyes and started focusing inwardly in her mind. A few moments later, she opens her eyes, glowing red, and she is greeted with the surrounding room looking like the void, but the outlines of the room's furniture and various decor being present, silence permeating. Here, she brought in her reality-bending dimension, which she can use to interact and change things at her whims.

She turns her head to see four souls ahead in the distance. With her ability to change matter and form, she took the opportunity to gift her master's two female companions a change in form as she modeled herself similarly. She raised her hand as she formed two swirling spheres of light in her palm. Concentrating on the spheres, they started to become shapeless and pliable as they stretched into a flat plane. Then it vertically rose, and slowly taking on a cylindrical form as they slowly formed a body shape similar to a mannequin and made a number of changes to the bodies. Being satisfied with the results, she concentrates once more, turning the two bodies back to their spherical form. The spheres rose a few inches, and she flicked her finger as they instantaneously flew and started fading into the souls of Voli and Smokey.

With her work completed, Giratina closed her eyes again in contentment, and the glow in her eyes ceased. Opening them back, the room returns to its former state. With the sofa long enough, the goddess shifts her body and lays down. She grabs a pillow and places it on the armrest before laying her head on it and placing her feet on the other side. Once again in her lifetime, she closed her eyes, drifting to sleep.

The moon's dim light brought minimal luminescence to the room. Smokey woke up with a strange, aching sensation coming from her paws to her snout, as if everything tingled like electricity. She sat up on the bed to stretch with her… front legs lifted up along? Immediately alarmed by the situation, she looked up to see…

…her arms stretched out with her hands balled into fists.

A cold pit formed in her stomach as she brought her hands down and looked down over her body. The persian's entire cream-colored body was now that of a human female. Having a slim, fit navel-less figure with decent-sized breasts with pink, perky nipples with its areolas. Down to her waist is her crotch, which adores her pink pussy and behind is a shapely butt. From being quadruped to now standing on two legs, and her limbs stretched out longer than they were before. Her hands and feet are similar to those of humans, with the changes of each digit having non-retractable, sharp claws. Below are her shapely, toned thighs, which are likely the result of her being limber and the shocking realization that her tail is gone.

She touched her face with her unfamiliar digits, carefully touching every part of it. In her relief, her face didn't change as she felt her ears and the jewel on her forehead.

"V-voli!" She squeaked out, finding her voice had also changed to speaking like a human, further shocking her. She looked down at the arcanine, except she too had changed.

Similarly to Smokey, her body is definitely voluptuous, and her arms squeeze together a large pair of breasts, which made Smokey feel a pang of jealousy. She crawled over Sam and moved beside Voli, who's curled on her sides, and started shaking her transformed body.

"Master…" she moaned as her body shifted closer to their sleeping master and her lips curled to a smile. Smokey rolled her eyes before slapping her snout.

"Wake up, you horn dog!" She hissed, and Voli grumbled before sitting up as a big yawn escaped her maw and smiled dreamily to the cat.

"I just had the strangest dream…" she mumbled, rubbing the sleep away from her heavy eyes, not realizing she also spoke like a human.

"Something to do with these?" A deadpanned Smokey cupped both the arcanine's busty breasts from underneath.

Voli let out a sharp moan before looking down at her new assets. All the grogginess disappeared instantaneously and was replaced with embarrassment, with her face flushed red. Smokey pulled her hands away as Voli began to feel new, overwhelming sensations all over her new form. Her hands rubbed every nook and cranny of herself, then she looked at Smokey, realizing the same situation.

The arcanine's new body is similar to Giratina's voluptuous form. Her head remains the same as her ears flick daintily. Her entire body is still furry, retaining its colors and markings. With a voluptuous, curvy navel-less figure, she has her puffy beige fur from her chest adorned with large breasts with black, perky nipples and their areolas. Her upper limbs had changed to being less thick compared to her feral form, with similar human hands and feet with non-retractable claws. Down to her waist is her crotch, below which is her black pussy is located and behind is her large, round butt and her long, furry tail located. Both her thighs were thick with shapely muscles, retaining their similarity due to her being a fast runner.

"You-me-we-hands!" Voli was in awe over their changes. Her hands settled on her large breasts, and a pleasurable shock traveled to her core. Smokey swiped at the canine getting her to calm down and doing her damnedest to ignore similar curiosity.

"This must be the demon's doing," she reasoned, and Voli nodded in agreement. Leave it to the chaos bringer to cast some sort of illusion upon them, no doubt to take advantage of their master.

With their bodies shifted to a human-like form, they resisted the temptations to indulge themselves with their seductive new form.

Tears welled up in Voli's eyes, and Smokey spoke, but her words were muffled. An avalanche of emotions washed over them, scrambling what coherent thoughts they had. Smokey frowned, seeing Voli's eyes gazing over her, her quick breathing turning to ragged pants.

"And there it is."

The persian's head snapped to the smug-faced goddess leaning by the doorway, a finger from her right hand placed on her lips while the other was fondling her groin. Smokey hisses and puts herself between her and their sleeping master. Giratina bit her lips, her eyes burning with lust at the sight.

"Temper temper, little one. That's no way to treat someone who's gifted you so…" she says, her voice laced with growing lust.

"I see only illusions, demon!" Smokey spat, baring her teeth.

"Is that right?" Giratina tsked before grinning as Smokey flinched at the sight of her fanged teeth. "Tell that to her."

Voli was in a state of rapture, and Smokey was on edge at the state of the canine as much as her emotions toward the goddess.

"Ma-Master…" Voli cried, elated.

The word flooded the persian's brain. Years of repressed thought, envy and rage cumulated into an inferno deep inside.

"I have given you what you've desired," she stated as she began walking closer to them.

Her words broke through like a lighthouse in the storm.

"Your loyalty…"

…yes…

"Your devotion…"

Yes…

"Your love…"

YES!

The goddess lifted both their chins, and they stared in shock, barely able to contain themselves. They were not some thralls to be bent to her whims. Their mere souls are hypertensive because their new form is unused to such sensitivity. A remedy was in order, and the goddess thoughts cried to them, as they'd be sure to enjoy. She smiled lovingly as a mother to her children, pressing them to her bosom.

"Show our master…our love."

There is a point at which expecting reality is better than trying to wrap your head around it. Usually, when the nosebleeds start or the strokes.

Sam woke up wet…

…or rather the state of being licked to a particularly spot on both sides of his neck, a sensation he recognized by the width of one's tongue and the course prickliness of the other.

"Girls, girls…" he mumbled, reaching out to find the girls' heads and rubbing them affectionately.

"Master…" they said in tandem before returning to their licking.

So the talking thing is still going on? Neat, Sam thought, before he yawned.

"It's been a long day. I would really like to—" He'd finally opened his eyes to see the state of his Pokémon. "OH MY GOD!"

He leaned his head left to right to see Voli and Smokey lay side by side, pinning him. The arcanine, being a foot taller than him, was built like a bombshell, with her voluptuous body, large breasts, and thick thighs. The persian differs from Voli in form, having the same height as her master and a slim body toned like a predator, with her small breasts and toned thighs. They licked down on his exposed neck and fondled his chest, their hot breaths sending uncertain feelings through his body.

"God…what has become of you two?" He breathed out, frozen in sheer shock.

"What they desired the most…" Giratina answered, sitting by the edge of the bed's footboard, looking proud of herself. Sam gritted his teeth as the two started rubbing their bodies by his sides. Every second, they would gasp or shudder as their eyes glazed with passion.

"This is madness! They couldn't possibly—"

" It's no different from what I wanted from you. They merely had no way of showing it. I gave them this gift." A shiver ran through him, her tone full of lust as she leaned forward, placing a hand on both their thighs and giving a firm squeeze. They cried out, digging their claws into his flesh, shuddering in orgasmic relief.

"Honestly, master…" she grinned, looking at Sam with her red eyes glowing and blooming in lust. "Who puts themselves between a god such as I and not be totally, if not insanely, in love with that person?"

Their breaths coursed throughout his skin, and their flesh rubbed softly like a living blanket, touching every exposed spot of him as his body slowly got aroused. He stared daggers at the goddess, who dared him to refute her words.

"Voli…"

She looked up to him, and her mind suddenly cleared. He smiled, running a hand around her neck before pulling her to his lips. The kiss was a sudden one, and she'd dreamed long of his love. Such actions she craved, trapped in her forbidden dreams, are now a reality. Her body grounded into his, desperate for the added sensation.

"Good girl, you're my good girl," he murmured, sending her once again over the edge. She pulls away from the kiss, her mind overwhelmed as it slowly knits itself back together. Smokey kneaded his chest as he turned to see her oval eyes looking up expectantly. Sam chuckled before guiding her up to his lips. The feline's purr became sporadic as she fought to steal every breath he had with her mouth.

"Such-a-pretty-pretty-kitty," he managed to say between gasping breaths. She suddenly backed off and sank her teeth into his shoulder. He flinched at the rush of pain, and the feline, with what little of her mind she could function, licked at the slightest bleeding she'd caused, purring all the while.

"M-Master…"

Voli was sitting up on her knees in what he could only describe as begging. With her hands clasped together, she squeezed her bust in probably the most erotic way possible. She looked away; her face flushed crimson as her ears drooped down. Sam managed to roll Smokey to her back as he sat up, facing the arcanine.

"Could you…" The poor arcanine looked to be on the verge of tears, desperate to say what she wanted. Recognizing her frustration, he grabs her hands with his, squeezing them firmly.

"Show me, Voli. Show me what you want."

Her ears shot up, and her tail thumped loudly on the bed. Slowly, with her eyes darting back and forth, she crawled to the pillows on the head board and grabbed a specific one. He recognized it as her favorite as she held it to her chest, and taking a deep whiff of it.

"You put your head here every night. I don't let Smokey ever touch it, only you," she said, petting the drool-stained pillowcase. Still clutching it, she leaned down on the bed, laying her head down on said pillow and angling back to face him as she presented her sizable rear to him, her black pussy leaking profusely. Her tail swished back and forth, brushing across his surprised face.

"I want to hold a part of you as you make me your bitch," she confesses, her tone laced with love and notably swaying her hips in anticipation. Sam blinked with profundity as a lot of things crossed his mind. One of which was whether this was all a frankly weird dream, or if this truly reality and if Voli meant the word bitch the way she did or had suddenly become very adept at word play.

Sam gave her no warning.

Voli howled, her eyes rolling back in crying bliss as her master pounded her into the mattress. His hips crashed with her butt jiggling, along with her breasts wobbling in every thrust. Her pussy tightened around his cock like a molten vice, gripping every inch. One hand worked on fondling her butt, and the other took a fist full of the mane from the back of her head. A shock went through her as he pulled her closer, his dick kissing the entrance to her womb.

"YES, GOD YES!" Voli screamed out lustfully, letting her tongue loll out, a sex-drunk smile dominating her face. With Smokey from the side, being all envious as she waits and the goddess watches them lustfully, her hand is rubbing her soaking pussy.

"Who's my good bitch?" Sam asks as he's getting closer to his release, giving the arcanine's ass a swat.

Voli screamed out, her pussy further gripping his dick in reflex, "ME MASTER! I'M YOUR GOOD BITCH!"

Sam screamed out as he gave a few more thrusts before hilting himself in, the head of his dick pushed through her womb. Voli let out a piercing yip as a flood of heat filled her womb, her pussy clamping tight around his dick and showering it with her juices as every throb of his dick released numerous jets of his cum, filling her up. They collapsed against one another, sucking in as much air as they could fill their lungs with.

"Thank you…master…" Voli's voice bordered on being sluggishly giddy. Sam pulled away, his dick sliding out of her pussy as she gave out a sharp moan. She rolled to her back as her pussy began leaking out her master's cum. Her hand swept over her belly, feeling the warm love he gave.

Sam stood on his knees and stared at the ceiling as he couldn't help but pant.

"My turn." A sharp pain in his side drew his attention, and he turned to face the less than amused face of Smokey. Her cheeks puffed up as he grinned, reaching out to rub her head.

"Something you want, my kitty?" He playfully asked, and Smokey replied by grabbing his hand and giving a firm bite.

"What I want…" she hummed, licking her prickly tongue between his digits, working between them to seek some unknown flavor before letting go of his hand. She gave his chest a firm shove, and he fell down on the soaked sheets next to the satisfied arcanine. She crawls forward, positioning herself over him. Her right hand gripped his erect, soaked shaft, sliding her hand on it up and down slowly, earning a gasp from Sam. "Is for you to lay there, and let me have my way with you."

Lining herself up on his groin, she pushed the tip into her leaking entrance and sat down, impaling his entire length deep in her pussy, his tip was practically kissing her womb. She fell down on him due to the overwhelming pleasure as she bit onto his shoulder, struggling to calm herself. Sam gripped her hips, but a loud growl came out of her as her body started to move. He laid down his head as he moved his hands to her rear, letting her put in all the work.

"Tell m-AH, tell me…" her words filled a dripping neediness as she thrust herself on his crotch. Her pussy snuggly wrapped tight around his length, coating it with her juices and leaking out the rest on his crotch. Sam had all but come accustomed to her tonight, he kept one hand firmly on her rear and the other on the back of her head. His lips brushed her ears as he pulled her close.

"Pretty kitty, you're my pretty kitty…" he whispered, and as she drew out a throated yowl, her crotch started smashing down into his. Sweat continuously ran down from their bodies, further edging her in moving faster. She was so close to the edge, desperately wanting to freefall into orgasm, her pussy continuously leaking out her juices. Sam, being sensitive from his romp with Voli, started getting close to his release.

"Prettiest. In. The. Whole. Wide. World." He punctuated each word with powerful thrusts, and he threw his head back on the pillows as he hilts himself in with the final word. Her pussy clamped around him as she met his groin before his dick started spilling into the feline's womb. Smokey's eyes rolled back as her body twitched periodically, then collapsing eventually to his side, her pussy leaking out his seeds. The trio is in a heap of sweat and their combined sex fluids.

"Master~"

Sam had enough energy in him to lift his head up. Giratina looked positively ravenous as she already took off the sweater, and her breasts slightly swung as she crawled towards him, taking the time to leave little love bites on both of the legs of the satisfied females. He wasn't even sure if getting up again was an option. The goddess had yet to take her fill and would not be left wanting.

Across the room, Toast did his best to shield his eyes from what transpired, mostly for the sake of decency, though nothing prevented him from hearing, and he could have lived without it. By some luck, he'd been spared from the transformation that had befell his companions. He'd take wings over human hands any day, faulting not the choice they appeared to have made to forsake the old for the new. From his perch, a familiar sight began to greet his eyes—the slow emergence of dawn's early light.

Toast caught himself starting to raise his wings, ready to start the working day—as much as for Sam to file a report on the jobs he'd taken and report back succeeding his duty, well, more than succeeding currently. He dropped them, still averting his gaze from the goddess thrusting down on his master and admiring the slow rising of the sun.

One day off couldn't hurt, now could it?

There is beauty in chaos, while order brings peace and consistency. Only through chaos did creation occur; only through the wanton smashing of atoms into atoms did the building blocks of life exist.

In her whims, Giratina created a small chaos well within her control but perhaps far beyond even the gods understanding. For when she opened the door for two, an entire world was given an opportunity. In a singular choice of benevolent chaos, what was impossible became possible.

Months Later…

"Feel me, master."

"Hang on, Voli."

"Ah, right there!" Voli squealed, clasping her hands together. She sat down on the couch, naked, and beside her master. Sam's hand was pressed against the taunt surface of her beach ball-sized stomach, a flurry of movement distorting its surface. He took a moment to rub it with both hands, feeling the movement of three individual bodies within her striped womb. She cooed as he planted a kiss on her belly. He trailed the affection up until he reached her waiting lips.

"Who's my good girl?" he grinned as he pampered her belly, looking into her eyes.

The arcanine's tail stood on end, wagging back and forth violently as her body started to shake. Heat was building in her core, and all she wanted to do was pin him to the ground. Belly be damned, she'd have him till he passed out.

"Ahem!" Voli jolted at the sudden interruption, another set of hands going to her sides, instinctually wincing at the lingering tightness. Smokey sat down beside him, sporting an equally impressive-sized pregnant belly. Voli fumed as her mast—or Sam, he liked to be called Sam much to her ire—kissed her cheek before turning his attention to the nude feline.

"Now now, sister…" Giratina hummed as she stood behind the sofa. The goddess being always naked, her striped large belly puts both of the two's bellies to shame, despite it all just being one baby inside her. "We must share the love he gives."

Sam looked up to the goddess and smiled as he patted the sofa, which just had more than enough room for the four of them, even with their endowments. Giratina wasted no time as she took a spot beside Smokey. Her quick displeasure with the occupant next to her settled down when his pampering continued. Voli stood indecisive for a moment when a sudden urge overcame her.

"I'll be right back," she announced, much to their surprise as she quickly waddled away. Voli made her way through the hallway at a brisk pace for someone of her current condition, startling a perched Toast who was busy reading a newspaper in the dining room, a quirk he'd recently picked up since they'd all started to be able to speak.

She made it into Sam's room and closed the door behind her. The bed was in the same state it'd been every morning for the last few months, the sheets unkempt and pillows tossed around haphazardly, except for one, of course. Voli clambered on the bed, wincing at her belly, which had unexpectedly tightened. The babies were kicking harder than usual as she picked up Sam's pillow and hugged it dearly.

"It's okay, little ones, mommy's here…" she whispered, taking in a deep whiff of the pillow. A rising sensation was building in her core, perhaps to explain why her belly was feeling so tight as much as her lust was heightening. It's been like this for days. Sam was intimate with all of them equally, but as of lately, they never been as foregoing as they had in the previous months. Smokey didn't seem to mind, however for Giratina, and her insatiability, has to be held back by the three of them from him occasionally.

Voli's hand traveled down to the apex of her belly, imagining it being Sa—her master's hand. A hot flush of red burned her checks at the thought, further imagining salacious ideas like her master being with her now and giving wet kisses working their way up between her engorged breasts as her nipples were erect and leaking milk, begging to be sucked on. Her hand moved down to her crotch and started fingering her pussy, letting the full weight of her belly hang. He'd nibbled both her nipples, then continued back in kissing her up to her neck before doing a firm bite on her neck. The tightness came back, urging her to finger her pussy faster. She gasps as her tongue lolles out, her eyes blurry with lusty tears, his breath exhaling into her fur, and finally, with agonizing slowness, he utters,

"I love you, Voli."

Her lower lips clamped down like a vice around her fingers, her belly tightened once more, and it actually started to hurt. Stars burst into the arcanine's glazed eyes. She gasped, then her breath became ragged as she started grasping her womb with her fingers still glazed with her juices. The pressure hadn't let up in the slightest. Voli whimpered, fearing the worst as her babies kicked up a storm.

Just as quickly as it had begun, something happened.

A gush of hot fluid spilled between her legs, and Voli became flushed in embarrassment at what she'd just done. Quickly, she got out of bed, nearly falling over at a new lancing pain. She'd apologize first, and the arcanine made sure to grab the pillow before she left the room to show just how sorry she truly was.

Smokey purred sleepily on the couch as Sam massaged her swollen feet. Across from her is Giratina, reaching out and rubbing her belly, settling on her twins with near-expert skill.

"A girl can get used to this…" she sighed, waves of relief coursing through her pregnant-laden body.

"Don't get comfortable now, 'cause I'm next," the goddess said, matter of fact as she booped the feline's twitching nose. Sam smirked at the feline's irked expression before glancing up as he saw Voli shuffle in the room, ears folded and holding her favorite pillow.

The arcanine sniffed, clearly on the verge of tears as she approached the sofa. Sam suddenly stood startling Smokey awake, whipping her head up to see what was going on, followed by Giratina.

"Hey now, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling her into a hug. Voli whines, fighting back her tears as she buries her face into his neck.

"I had an accident in the bed. I'm so sorry, it—AHH!" Sam grunted at catching her as her legs gave out, completely unprepared for the full weight of the pregnant female. Toast flew over in the room, alarmed.

"Something's wrong! I'm so sorry! I was so bad!" she cried as her belly tightened like someone had put a band around it and squeezed.

It took the four of them a solid second to realize that she was about to go into labor. Immediately, Toast moved to assist Sam in carrying Voli in front of the couch. Giratina snapped her fingers and spawned towels and a steaming container of water. Voli was taken from Sam's struggling arms by Giratina's tendrils as Smokey stood up and laid down towels over the couch before setting her down with her head on her lap. Smokey sat by Voli's side, instantly grabbing her sister's hand and squeezing it in assurance. Giratina's hand calmly caressed her head, and Toast sat down next to Smokey, raising his wing to caress the belly of the laboring female. Sam sat in front of Voli, spreading her legs to see her pussy convulsing wide.

It would feel like a lifetime, one that would forever be etched in all their hearts. There was pain and screaming, oftentimes begging for relief, and was repeated all over. Then there was the first warbling cry that broke through it all, then another, and the final one.

Voli was exhausted beyond comprehension, but happy in a way that words could not fathom. Wrapped in the towels carried by Sam's arms were little orange bundles of three, beautiful anthro growlithe. Two girls and a boy, Sam declares before he urges Toast to take the girls and give it to Voli. Toast gently handed the girls to Voli with a smile on his beak as the girls' arms reached out to feel their mother, cupped her breasts, and started their first suckling. Sam held back his tears, cradling the male growlithe as he looked at Voli nursing their young. A smile filled his heart as she met his gaze with a tired smile.

Smokey and Giratina put their hands on their bellies, eagerly awaiting the same scenario to happen. Their time would come soon enough. This moment, however, belonged to Voli, and for that, they joined her in happiness gushing over her, each wanting to carry the little growlithe in their arms.

Chaos is a feared thing. Yet, from it is life created, and only through life could happiness be found.

Their story is far from over; the start of many stories has begun.

Impossible, possible—what are these?

They are what's told. What more is there to say?

THE END ?

If you made it this far, then you've made a journey that not even I expected to make. I made all this up for the most part on the fly. I did a little research, but that extends to finding out Giratina is a dragon-type; I've always thought it to be bug-ghost type.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. And as always, if you but follow me, I shall release you from the burden of free will.

Sincerely,

—Olyolyoxenfree.