Chapter 58 – Flygon puts Dragonite in his place

"Chaaa."

Ashachu let out a pleasured coo as Delia's fingers dug into the fur behind his ears and under his chin. The afternoon's rain had finally abated, and a cool dampness had returned to Pallet Town. As the last rays of sunset disappeared and the first stars appeared in the darkening sky, it was dinner time in the Ketchum household.

Unlike her son, Delia was not a camper or a traveller and did not usually serve dinner outside. The Kanto region's temperate climate meant it was usually too cold in the evening for outdoor dining to be particularly pleasurable, in any case. Tonight, however was an exception.

The reason for the exception being that Ashachu had flat out refused to some over if he couldn't bring Charizard, and Charizard was not allowed inside – for perhaps obvious reasons. So, Delia had set up one of the round tables she still had from the Pallet Town party she'd helped host after the Indigo League, on the little porch out the front of the house.

That way Charizard was able to participate, leaning against the railings, and watching Delia cuddle Ashachu with a slightly disapproving expression, as if jealous. His presence and tail flame provided enough warmth to take the chill and make the dinning comfortable.

"Ashachu it's a while since I've seen you," said Delia with a slight giggle as she continued to pet her grandkit, "It's nice to see your so happy and healthy. And your coat is so soft. I'm glad my Ash is looking after you."

"Pika Pikachu Pika Pi Pika," was Ashachu's reply. His ears twitched as she ran her hand along his back and up his tail.

Ash felt his ears burn at this comment, and a hot prickle of guilt in the back of his neck. He bowed his head and concentrated on his food – though he had mostly finished what was on his plate. He compensated by taking a large gulp of water.

Charizard's berating after the events in the Hoenn region rang in his ears. Self-absorbed…mean…not considering how Ashachu feels….not listening to him…. Glancing upward he thought he saw a disapproving look on the dragon's face as their eyes briefly made contact.

But if Ashachu felt differently, he didn't say anything. In fact, he started to giggle, a cute little "Pi pi pika." Looking back up tentatively Ash saw the Delia had not taking to tickling up, along his belly and sides while he lay in her lap.

He turned to Pikachu who was sitting on the table beside him. His brief discomfort had not gone unnoticed to the rodent who was smirking slightly. It had however, not been observed by Zacian, who used Delia's distracted moment to raise her head from her silver bowl and whisper to him, "So Ash, have you given Lusamine's offer any thought."

"Oh." Ash had not been expecting the question and it brought him out of his worries about Ashachu. "Err…I'm still thinking about it." In truth, Ash hadn't given the matter any thought at all.

"Pikapi." Pikachu coxed his head and gave Ash a curious look, his prior smirk now gone.

"Ash, I don't think it's a good idea," said Zacian. "I don't think you can trust those people."

Ash raised his eyebrows at her. "Do you know something about them, Zacian?" He remembered what Team Rocket had told him about the Aether Foundation right before he had left Po Town.

But to his surprise Zacian shook her head. "No. I've just got a bad feeling about that Lusamine women. I don't think you can trust them."

"What do you think buddy?"

Pikachu shrugged. "I don't know Pikapi. You know I'll always be by your side whatever you choose to do. If you think it's right, then accept it. If you don't, don't."

"To be honest, I don't know if I can trust them either," Ash said. "But I would like to try entering the Alola League. And the Pokémon world coronation series."

"Why not just go back to the Galar region and finish the gym challenge," Zacian suggested.

"Well, there's that too." In truth Ash wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do. "But we can't go back to Galar until Pikachu lays." He glanced at Pikachu's belly – it was starting to look a little bigger….

[Pokémon]

Meanwhile…

"The moon is bright tonight…"

Geyser watched Zoroark closely, unable to work out how he had managed to remain in that position for so long. He was squatting in the grass, his weight seemingly resting on the balls of his feet, his nose pointed up in the air as he stared at the moon.

The muscles in his legs must have been working overtime, yet he remained still and relaxed as though he were sitting or lying down. Perhaps he was just really strong, or his body worked different to Geyser's. he couldn't have maintained the position.

"Honestly, you and the sodding moon," came a squeak. Axew poked his little face out of his voluminous main of red hair, where he had been hiding. "What is it with you and the moon. I swear since you evolved your just obsessed with it. Every full moon I find you out staring at it."

"I can't help it," Zoroark replied, sounding almost mesmerised. "Every time I see the full moon it just fills me with this deed sense of…longing. I don't know it's hard to describe. I think it's a Zoroark thing. The other Zoroark in my village used to jump and baye at the moon all night."

"I guess every species has its quirks," said Geyser. "Like how I like being out in the rain and soaking up the water in my fur. Buizel does too."

"It was a full moon like this the night we met. Don't you remember." Zoroark giggled.

Axew's eyes seemed to sparkle at the memory. "How could I ever forget."

While Pikachu, Ashachu and Charizard were at Ash's house, the rest of Ash's Pokémon were going about their usual lives back on the ranch. It was typical for Zoroark to sit for hours staring up at the moon on a night like tonight, and for Axew to sit in his mane while he did so.

Zoroark's mane had become the little dragon's favourite hidey hole since Zoroark had evolved. And recently Geyser had started taking to spending a lot of time with the pair of them, Axew and him having become quite close since the Hoenn Region.

Geyser let out a long sigh. He was laying on his back in the grass beside Zoroark, looking up in the night sky, and like Axew, trying to wonder just what it was about the moon that fascinated the illusion fox so. Unable to come up with an answer, he sat up and groaned, "Look Zoroark, I agree with Axew. The moon's great and all. But couldn't we do something…You know actually fun."

Zoroark clicked his tongue impatiently and wrenched his eyes away from the moon, to look down at Geyser. "Okay Mister bossy. Did you have something in mind."

Geyser shrugged. "I don't know. Just something that's not this. Didn't you and Axew used to sneak into town all the time when you were wild Pokémon."

"Hehe. We sure did," said Axew. "That was fun."

"I don't think we'll find many fun things to do in Pallet Town though," Zoroark replied, a little irritably. "What is it. A few houses and a shop."

"Why don't we play a game," suggested Axew.

"What game?"

"Remember back in Kalos, we played that game where we spun Oshawott's Scalchop and anyone it landed on had to either tell something about themselves. Or do a dare."

Zoroark nodded. "I do remember that. Kind of pointless given we already know pretty much everything about each other."

"I think it sounds like fun," said Geyser…

[Pokémon]

Ashachu had dozed off while sitting in Delia's lap, and was surprised to find that when he woke, he was several hundred meters off the ground, being held aloft in Charizard's claws. The cool wind whipped as his fur.

One might have thought that waking up to find yourself speeding across the sky, with a large drop below you would be…disconcerting to say the least, but Ashachu found that it didn't bother him. He trusted Charizard and felt safe in his claws.

"Ch-Chari," he mumbled with a yawn.

Though Ashachu was speaking softly, and even over the sound of the wind, Charizard was still able to hear him, and replied, "Oh you're awake. You fell asleep back there. Ash and his mom were getting cold and wanted to go inside, so I thought it was time to bring you home."

"Oh. They should have woken me, I would have said goodbye," Ashachu yawned.

"You looked so peaceful; I didn't want to disturb you."

Ashachu looked down. In the light from the moon and Charizard's tail he could just make out the ranch below, with its trees and fields, and the large house on the top of the hill, whose lights were off. The swooped over the pond, it's waters glassy still and undisturbed.

"Not far now," Charizard commented as he gave a flap of his wings, reducing height and speed. Ashachu watched the silent land come towards him.

And then….

"Piiikaaaa." One moment Ashachu was being held safely in Charizard's arms, then in a flash he found himself plummeting towards the pond below him. He waved his arms and tail useless as he spun through the air. "Ahhhh…Charizard!"

He closed his eyes as he saw the glassy surface of the pond directly below him, bracing himself for the impact. But it didn't come. Instead, he felt a pair of large claws close around him, and sense of relief overcome him.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself back safely on the ground with Charizard's concerned face close to his. "Ashachu. Are you okay?"

"I am now," gasped Ashachu. He had only just raised how fast his heart was beating. "you saved me. You really are my angel."

"I'm sorry I let you," breathed Charizard. "I didn't mean to drop you. That attack came out of nowhere." He then raised his head and roared, to somebody Ashachu couldn't see, "You pair of idiots. Because of you, my mate nearly drowned."

"Ooh sorry Chari babe!"

Charizard flashed his teeth. "Ugh…and don't you call me that. EVER!"

Ashachu swivelled around and found Dragonite and Flygon coming to land in the grass behind them. Dragonite had a guilty expression on his face, a claw covering his maw and his tail twitching nervously.

Flygon just looked exasperated. "I keep telling you to watch where you're attacking."

Dragonite rounded on him. "Hey, I was paying perfect attention. I aimed at you. You dodged. How was I supposed to know Charizard was going to fly into the battlefield?"

Charizard made an exasperated grunt, closing his eyes briefly, before glaring at the other two dragons and roaring, "What in the name of Moltress' flames were you two playing at."

"We were just having a practice battle," said Flygon, who did have the grace to sound apologetic, his head, tail and wings drooping sadly. "We're sorry Charizard."

"Yeah, sorry about that bud, Really. We didn't mean to hurt you or your friend here," Dragonite added.

"I'm not your buddy," replied Charizard. "And it's Ashachu you should be apologising to, since it was him, you nearly hurt."

The two dragons nodded and approached Ashachu, bending down and bowing their heads so they were closer to his height.

"I'm sorry Ashachu," said Dragonite and it sounded sincere. "I should have paid closer attention. Like I said, I didn't see Charizard enter the battlefield."

"It's my fault too," Flygon added. "I was part of that battle too. I should have been keeping a look out too."

Ashachu smiled and shook his head. "It's okay. I know you didn't meant it. I forgive you." And he meant it. "Besides, I know what it's like to be battling and not noticing anything on the battlefield other than your opponent. I wouldn't expect anything else."

Flygon smiled at him. "Thanks for being understanding."

"Yeah thanks." Dragonite petted him on the top of his head with his claw, ruffling Ashachu's ears.

Charizard gave another growl and folded his arms. "I still don't see why you were battling here, where Pokémon live and at this time. In fact, I still don't see what you're still doing here."

"Err." For some reason, Dragonite blushed at this question, and started rubbing the back of his head with his claws. "Let's just say we try to have a battle or two every day. For training."

Charizard rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I don't see why you have to do it here. But as long as you don't disturb…"

"Hey, can I watch," Ashachu asked curiously to Charizard's chagrin. "Please."

"Seriously," the flame Pokémon whined.

"Oh, come on it'll be fun. When do we usually get to see two skilled gym leader Pokémon duke it out with each other?"

Charizard rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself. Maybe keep to physical and not special attacks."

[Pokémon]

Flygon was fast. Ashachu couldn't remember seeing a Pokémon move with such speed and grace before, as he danced with Dragonite. It was easy to tell that Dragonite was a strong Pokémon. The dragon claw, slash, and other punches he threw at his friend had a lot of power behind them and his flamethrower attack could rival Charizard's…

And that Hyper beam…Had it hit, Flygon would almost certainly been down for the count. But that was the trouble. Flygon was too quick for him, so these attacks missed. The trouble for Flygon was that what he had in speed, he lacked in attack power. He managed to land two Dragon Claw attacks and a Dragon breath right from behind.

Dragonite was tough; strong and bulky enough to withstand the attacks, though not indefinitely. Ashachu could see he was starting to tire, his breathing heavy, his scales glisten with sweat and his strikes that little bit slower and becoming more desperate.

"He's done," Charizard grunted as he sat down in the grass besides Ashachu. "That Dragonite can't land a single attack and he's not being smart about it. It's what happens when you fight on pure instinct and just raw attack power. It only takes a small about of brains to figure it out and stop you."

"I thought you weren't interested in their battle," teased Ashachu, looking up at his mate with a grin.

"I'm not. There's no way I can sleep through the racket they're making."

Charizard was quick proved right as Flygon defeated Dragonite. It was a well-played move. He waited at a distance for Dragonite to fire one last hyper beam at him, then shot at Dragonite, while swerving around the attack.

Once the beam of energy generated by Dragonite finally ran out, Flygon was able to make his move, and he was too close for Dragonite to be able to do anything to stop him. Flygon tackled Dragonite to the ground, pinning him down with his claws on his arms, and feet resting on Dagonite's large belly.

"Oh, come on," Charizard roared. "How much can he possibly weigh. Throw him off you, you big softie."

Why Dragonite didn't do so however, was answered by Flygon's next words. "Gotcha. Uh-uh. Don't try to move, or you'll get a dragon breath right in the face."

Dragonite snarled but didn't move to dislodge Flygon. Flygon curled his tail around his body and used the end to stroke Dagonite's face. "Heh heh. You know you're really cute when your desperate and mad. Now, accept defeat and I'll let you go."

"No way," Dragonite spat back.

"Do I really have to knock you out. You know I can. And will if I have to!"

Dragonite let out a huffy sigh. "Fine, You win. I give."

A wide grin crossed Flygon's face. He lowered his head and gave Dragonite a quick lick on the end of his nose, before clambering off him. Dragonite jumped immediately back to his feet.

"You know, if you want to beat him Dragonite," Charizard roared. "You need to be less terrible at everything."

Ashachu scowled at him and gave a surprised cry of, "Charizard!"

"Well, it's true," Charizard retorted folding his arms. "Dagonite's clearly powerful but has no way of using that power when Flygon can out mauver him with speed. Just indiscriminately throwing hyper beam at him isn't going to cut it."

"Yes thank-you," Dragonite snapped in an exasperated voice. "Don't remember asking for your opinion."

The corners of Charizard's mouth twitched into a smile and he let out a snort of laughter. Then he rolled his eyes. "Whatever! I'm going back to the cave." He got up, stretched, then bent down to scoop up Ashachu. "Good night."

A wide grin crossed Flygon's face as he watched the flame on Charizard's tail disappeared into the cave. "Well, Dragonite," he said as he turned back to his friend, a note of smugness in his voice. "Now that we're alone, together."

Dragonite groaned, his face suddenly turning red. "Ah crap!" He sighed. "Do we have to!"

"You know the rule Dragonite. Yes, we do," replied Flygon. "Especially after last time." He giggled then fluttered closer to the dragon type and stroked the side of his face with his claw.

Dragonite gave Flygon a pouting expression. "Fine. Just what have you got planned for tonight."

From the evil glint in Flygon's eye, Dragonite was sure that he wasn't going to like whatever it was.

"Oh, you'll see. But first I need you to use your Ice Beam attack and create a nice big block of ice."

Dragonite coxed his head. "Why."

Flygon just continued to grin at him with that evil grin "You'll see. Now dual chop!"

Dragonite rolled his eyes but did as instructed. He fired from his maw a beam of clear blue electric like energy that upon hitting the ground, formed into a large block of ice. By the time Dragonite had finished, it was just a bit taller than he was.

His friend gave a nod. "Good. Now stand back!"

"What are you…Whoa." Dragonite coxed his head curiously, then reeled backwards as Flygon started to attack the block of ice with his wings and tail. Chunks of ice and droplets of water sprayed everywhere, causing Dragonite to raise a claw to shield his face. "What are you….Oh."

His question was answered for him as Flygon stopped attacking the ice and stood back to admire his handiwork…

"You've got to be kidding me! What's it's even supposed to be?"

"What does it look like," Flygon whined, folding his arms together.

The ice block had become a sculpture of sorts, though crudely carved. It vaguely resembled Flygon with his arms outstretched, except thin with a slightly wide head, and…

"If that's supposed to be you, you're missing your tail. And your arms. Honestly this looks like something a Zigzagoon would create, for a beginning trainer at a novice Pokémon contest."

"Hey, it's my first time," Flygon pouted. "I'm a gym leaders Pokémon remember. I don't do Pokémon contests."

Dragonite walked up to the ice sculpture and examined it closely. "Looks more like a Lucario than a Flygon. The nose is too long and your antenna too short."

"Well then you'd just better be grateful I didn't include the chest spike, hadn't you," Flygon said huffily, before knocking the sculpture over, so the ice Flygon was lying on its back. "Now then. I think you know where you belong."

Dragonite swallowed, beads of sweat starting to leak out from between the scales on his forehead. From the moment Flygon had carved it, Dragonite had known what it was to be used for and had been dreading this moment since. He gave his friend and pleading look. "Come on buddy. Do I really have to…"?

"Oh, yes Dragonite." Flygon cut him off mid-sentence, that definite note of smugness returning to his voice. "I'm not letting you get out of this. Especially after last time. You lost the battle, and now it's time to pay the price of your loss. Now lay down."

"I'll get you for this," Dragonite growled, starting daggers at his friend.

Flygon just rolled his eyes. "Dragonite, you get your stubby yellow tail down on that pole right now before I make you. And you know I will."

Dragonite let out a defeated sighed. He knew that Flygon certainly would, and that, given he was still weak from the battle, he probably wouldn't be able to resist. He decided to take the path of least resistance and did as he was told, laying down on the icy dragon type.

He positioned himself so his head was just below that of the ice Flygon's (Or Lucario's, depending on perspective) and his shoulders and wings just below its wings. He had hoped the blasted pole might snap under his weight, but no such luck. It just stuck irritably in his back.

"Arms up."

Dragonite raised his arms, so his claws with level with the pole flygon's wings.

"Mind doing the honours."

Flygon let out another sigh, before turning his head to one side, opening his maw, and firing another ice beam. A large clump of ice formed around his right paw, welding it to the ice Flygon's wings. He turned his head to the other side and did the same with the left.

Flygon flashed his wicked grin at him. "Thanks for that. I really didn't want to have to find a psychic type to help me enforce that. Again."

Dragonite shivered at that memory.

"Now then." Flygon disappeared from Dagonite's view as he moved behind him. Then, in one fluid motion, he lifted the icy version of himself, now with his friend frozen onto it, 90 degrees. "Urgh…If you could just apply the finishing touch. It's in your interest to do so."

Dragonite, hoping that the ice would shattered under his weight as it was lifted in the air, quickly found himself disappointed again. The realisation of just how screwed he was quickly took over his mind, as he opened his maw again and fired and ice beam attack downwards so as to weld the pole to the ground.

As soon as he was certain it wouldn't fall over, Flygon let it go and moved around it, so he was facing Dragonite. His maw was open wide in a big smile. "He-he," he giggled. "I wanted to say something clever." He flicked his tongue out of his mouth, his eyes trailing up and down Dagonite's hanging body. "But I've forgotten what it was."

Dragonite rolled his eyes and continued to glower at Flygon. He could already start to feel the strain in his shoulders, chest, and wings, as the weight of his large belly and thick tail pulled down on them, and his breathing was becoming a little harder. Whatever his friend had in store for him, he was sure it would be a nightmare.

His apprehension must have shown on his face, because Flygon's grin widened and he giggled, "Hehe…I know that look."

Dragonite didn't respond, deciding it was better to conserve his energy. The pressure in his shoulders and chest was definitely noticeable now, and he was starting to sweat, droplets of moisture running over his scales.

Flygon continued. "You're still glaring at me, trying to look tough. But I can see the defeat in your and the worry in your eyes. You know I own you, right down." He folded his arms as if to prove the point.

Dragonite sighed, his face relaxing. He bowed his head, so he was looking down at his claws, hanging uselessly below him. "I'm not rising to your bait, Flygon. You aren't getting that satisfaction."

"It reminds me of the first time I ever defeated you. The day our trainer caught you. You gave me the same look right before I knocked you out. The first time in a while, you'd ever had to contend with defeat. You were vulnerable. It was the moment I truly saw into your soul. It was that which made me fall in love with you!"

Dragonite shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Seriously Flygon. Are you going to give me that speech, EVERY time I lose a battle to you?"

Flygon sniggered. "Do I really say that every time I win."

"Pretty much."

"Well, I suppose now that I've beaten you so many times, you'd have learnt it off by half."

Flygon glowered at him again. "I'll get you next time. You bratty bitch of an overgrown Yanmega."

Flygon coxed his head. "Big words for someone in your position, Dragon-boy! Maybe I should leave you there a little while and see how you feel after that."

Dragonite opened his mouth to retort, held it open for a moment, then closed it again with a huffy sigh, lowering his head. A little blush appeared on his face, and he looked back down at his tail.

"There it is again."

A sharp and strong, yet tender claw stroked the side of Dragonite's face. He looked up and his eyes met Flygon's, who was now standing right in front of him, his smaller face almost touching his.

"Arceus damn-it, you're so cute when you know you've been beaten."

His claw trailed along Dragonite's face, then down his neck, chest, and sides. Dragonite felt a tingling under his scales, in spite of himself, and he took a sharp intake of breath. For a moment, they looked into each other's eyes, before Flygon pressed his body forward and kissed him.

Flygon's smaller slender muzzle pressed against his own, while his claws wound around his neck, pulling them close. Reactively, Dragonite tilted his muzzle sideways, his jaw parting allowing Flygon's tongue to enter his mouth and wrap itself around his own.

At the same time, Flygon's body wound itself around his, the other dragon type practically climbing onto him, his forearms and legs wrapping around his body. Dragonite winced into the kiss as he felt the additional strain on his arms and shoulders.

Dragonite didn't mind though, and he didn't want Flygon to stop. He shivered in pleasure and anticipation as Flygon ground himself against him. His dick begun to unsheathe, rubbing against Flygon's own. He flapped his wings, longing to free his claws and put them around Flygon.

His position was so restrictive. Flygon had the ability to do, almost whatever he wanted to Dragonite, and Dragonite could do nothing back. The only hint of dominance he could show was to wrestle Flygon's tongue with his own – A battle he wasn't sure he could actually win as Flygon pressed his tongue further and further into his maw.

The pleasure coursed through his member and up his entire body as Flygon continued to grind against him. Their respective male hoods becoming slick with pre. It was so good that Dragonite even forgot the pain in his upper body. He was close – he wasn't going to last much longer, and if the feel against him was anything to go by, neither was Flygon.

And then all of a sudden, I stopped. Flygon was the one without restriction of movement. He was the one in control. All he had to do was simply pull away, leaving Dragonite feeling cold and empty – not to mention throbbing.

"Hey why'd you stop," he whined. "It was just getting good."

From the evil smirk on his face and the wink that he gave him, he was sure he wasn't going to like Flygon's answer. And sure enough.

"Hehe. What makes you think that wasn't the point…"