Rating - Explicit - Sexual Content, Violence, Rape (Consensual Non-Consent))

Summary: An abandoned solitary Garchomp has a chance encounter with a Salamence that saves her from danger when he too finds himself abandoned. High tensions and lust.

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The sky hung azure in a seemingly endless expanse. The only blemish on its surface was the sun, which beamed brilliantly, and baked all that it encompassed. The desert air was dry and acrid as it carried across an ocean of sand dunes.

A curious Dwebble, scurried along the edge of a bowl in the sand and slid down the side of the crater. The Dwebble paused and it looked in all directions seemingly lost and looking for its way back up. The sand at the bottom of the crater began to stir and sand rolled down on all sides toward the center. The insect attempted to flee up the wall of the crater but failed to gain traction, lost its footing and fell toward the center. The orange mandibles of a Trapinch emerged from the bottom of the pit hungrily awaiting for its prey to fall. The Trapinch savagely caught the Dwebble and quickly submerged into the sand leaving no trace that either had been there only moments before.

The desert was a harsh environment. Few trainers traveled to it because of the danger of the terrain, scarcity of resources and the wild Pokemon adapted to thriving there. This day though, would be different.

Far off in the horizon the silhouette of a great beast of a creature quickly came into focus and rapidly grew in size as it flew through the vast, open sky. As it drew ever closer the creature's face projected an intimidating aura to match its large blue and white body and crested by its proud, red, blade-like wings that appeared to slice the air. The powerful Salamence landed upon the sand sending a gale of wind and sand in all directions. It let out a ferocious roar that echoed out warning all that may listen and laid claim to the territory as its feet touched the ground. A poignant scowl was on Salamence's face as it surveyed the area for potential threats. Salamence flared and flapped its wings again causing a small twister to fly about. Once the wind subsided, it then lowered its wings to reveal a young trainer that hopped off of Salamence and onto the sand below.

The young trainer raised an arm to Salamence's head and petted it. Salamence lowered its head and made a low, sad growl. "Hey there buddy, don't be upset," the trainer said more to assure himself. "I'll come back for you." Salamence lowered its head further and nuzzled the trainer as he took its head in his arms and hugged it. "I think this place will be good for you. There's lots of open air for you to fly around and you can be the king of the sky out here."

The trainer then took out Salamence's Great Ball and pressed and held the button in the middle and it. It blinked red three times and then disintegrated falling to the ground. The trainer looked down at the ground as tears streamed down his eyes. He looked back up at Salamence who stared back quizzically. "One day I'll have enough badges and I'll come back to recapture you," the trainer said while trying to maintain his composure. "You're free. Goodbye for now." The trainer took out a Friend ball and released a Kirlia. He put his hand on its shoulder and said, "Kirlia, Teleport," and in a flicker the two were gone.

Salamence was livid. He had been the ace Pokemon of the trainer's older brother, a former champion of the Sinnoh league. He had not seen his master in months and was with the young trainer since then. He thought that the trainer would take him to his master but instead left him in the middle of the desert. It is unwise to anger a Salamence.

With a mighty roar and a flap of its strong wings Salamence was once again airborne on its way back the way it came as furious flames trailed from the corners of its mouth. As it sped overhead it spotted a group of Cacnea that were chasing a blue fin moving along in the sand. "Perfect," thought Salamence. "Something to take out some frustration on."

Salamence swooped down in its outrage and into a Cacnea sending it flying. The other Cacturne shot their pin missiles at Salamence. Salamence engulfed them all in a great fire blast. Somewhat satiated at releasing some frustration, Salamence searched for the fin in the sand but instead instead found the head of a beautiful Garchomp sticking out of the sand watching him intently.

Garchomp had been hatched and abandoned on Route 117 as a Gible for not having the rough skin its trainer was hoping for. She felt rejected, scared and alone and made the dangerous lonely trek to the desert of Route 111. With many battles and hardships she gained much experience along the way and developed a distrust of humans and other wild Pokemon by the time she evolved into Gabite. The desert sand made a perfect fit for her new home and allowed her to veil herself within the sand to escape from most predators and her strength and experienced made the Trapinch easy prey. The lack of people and powerful Pokemon suited her very well as she had finally found a place where she belonged.

Over the years of having few enemies, the now Garchomp, had taken to swimming through the ground at a slow and lazy pace, paying little to her surroundings. It was then that she had been spotted by a trainer that attacked her off guard with the poison gas of a Gulpin. Although Garchomp won the battle, she was still poisoned and it took a greater toll as time went on as she made her way home. A roaming band of Cacnea found Garchomp in her weakened state and ganged up against her firing leech seeds and pin missiles. Garchomp ducked under the cover of sand to minimize the damage and swam trying to make it away. The chase ensued for several minutes, with her initial speed outmatching them at first, but her endurance quickly waned, and her pace slowed until they were just about on top of her.

In an outrage Salamence smashed through the group of Cacnea. Unexpectedly and all at once, the Cacnea were obliterated in a burst of flame from a fire blast from Salamence. The heat was so intense that it turned the surface of the sand into glass and burned the leech seed, and forced Garchomp to dive deep into the sand to avoid further fire. After a few moments Garchomp peeked out from the sand to assess the situation and was greeted by Salamence landing near charred bits of Cacnea. Scared at first, she dove back down with a quick thrash of her tail, sending sand flying as she raced away, knowing that this Pokemon could be even more dangerous than her previous tormentors.

"Hey wait!," Salamence said in an attempt to reassure Garchomp as he hovered in the air. Salamence watched as Garchomp dipped back below the sand and swam away. He remembered his natural ability to intimidate other Pokemon. "Shit!," he exclaimed and flew after her. He quickly closed the gap and flew above her following her dorsal fin. "I just wanted to make sure that you're OK," Salamence said. "You're injured," he continued. "Let me help."

He thought to himself that the nearest Pokemon center was a long way out even at top speed. He then grew further upset when he realized that he didn't remember which way was home. Still he didn't want to frighten the beautiful Garchomp he had saved. She seemed much less ferocious than other Garchomps he had encountered, though granted they were usually on the opposite side of a battle. Still, a Garchomp/Salamence fight was usually close and often came down to the cunning of the trainer. The fact that she ran from a group of Cacturne was more telling than anything. Somehow that only added to his intrigue.

"Please stop," Salamence said to Garchomp. He flew at the pace of her swimming. "You're injured and I'm worried about you out here by yourself. At least let me escort you back home to make sure you're OK. Then I can go look for some berries for your injuries." Even in his concern, Salamence couldn't help but watch Garchomp's dorsal fin sway in the sand. It was hypnotically seductive.

Tired of being ignored he said with regal authority, "I am the champion Prince Salamence under the champion Drake III. Son of King Dragonite and Queen Salamence of Dragon Isle under Master Lance, student of and successor to Sir Champion Garchomp of Lady Cynthia. I give my oath as prince and as champion to not harm you and to grant you safe passage. I'm afraid that "no" is out of the question."

Lance, the former Champion of the Johto region, collected; raised and bred powerful and rare Dragon Pokemon throughout his life. He was the foremost authority on Dragons and he was admired just as much for his research as his battle prowess. Over the years he would provide Dragon Pokemon that were bred from his champions to young trainers that had the desire and will to learn to tame Dragons. Lance had hoped that one day one such trainer would be able to dethrone him as champion. He held on to that hope into old age.

Lance owned a 300,000 sq mi. island where he lived, conducted research and allowed his Pokemon to roam free and undisturbed. Lance was wealthy from inheritance, wise investments and from being champion but his adventuring and research was costly. He decided to allow visitors to come to see how the dragons behaved in their habitats by making the island an attraction. More than anything he wanted more people to learn about the mythical creatures that he loved. Since the dragons were breeding there would hopefully be more of them in the future for all to appreciate.

The island attraction became a huge success. People from all ages came from far and wide to study and marvel at the creatures. The dragons were plentiful and thrived in the environment. They inspired many just as he had hoped.

It was on one such trip that a group of students came to Dragon Isle for a class trip. One energetic young boy was among them and was especially excited. Drake III, was the grandson of Drake of the Hoenn Elite 4 and son of Drake II Head Leader of the Orange Islands. While his grandfather was too a dragon trainer, Lance was known as the "Master of Dragons." The boy idolized Lance and wished to follow in his footsteps to surpass his grandfather and Lance himself to become champion. He too loved Dragon Pokemon and was ever curious about them. He emailed Lance incessantly about the dragons and the island. He petitioned the trainer school for them to take the trip. He began a campaign and sent a video asking Lance if they could get vouchers. He said that he'd love nothing more than to come to Dragon Isle and meet Lance and the Dragons.

Lance saw much of himself in the young boy and was impressed with his knowledge of Dragons and of himself. He demonstrated a level of understanding of Pokemon far exceeding his peers. He saw the tape and remembered how eager he was when he was a boy to learn about and train dragons. He set up the trip with the school with them to receive carte blanche when they got there. The trip was scheduled to take place on Drake III's 10th birthday. Lance secretly planned to personally give Drake III his own Bagon as a starter Pokemon and simply promised that the day would be special.

Salamence landed beside Garchomp, making deliberate movements to lessen her fears. He examined her taking care not to let his eyes wander too long at her voluptuous curves. Never had he seen such a sexy, fertile dragon but she needed quick attention or else she would faint. There would be time to leer at her later. Seeing Garchomp in distress made Salamence want to protect her.

Hearing the kind words did nothing to assuage Garchomp of her fears and only made her work harder to swim home. However, the poison coursing through her system was taking its toll on her. She knew that she was outmatched in both power and speed and stopped trying to escape. She slowed her pace and used her claws to slowly emerge and drag herself out from the sand. She breathed laboriously and groaned in pain. "I am worn out, and hurting bad," Garchomp said before she began to collapse under her own weight. Salamence was able to easily catch her.

"Oh this is bad... He's probably gonna try to take me as his mate or something..." she exclaimed, looking up at Salamence with a mixture of pain and desire. Terrified and hopeful she looked and motioned to the hills about a mile to the East.

Salamence smiled and said, "Thinking of mating? Well isn't that telling where your mind goes in a crisis." Playfully he continued, "Though I can't say the idea hadn't crossed my mind, I did swear to you my protection." He studied her curves once again and could feel a lustful urge but stifled it by biting his bottom lip. "Besides, there will be time for all of that once you're better. That is, if it is something that you would like."

"It looks like you're only poisoned and not under toxic," said Salamence. "If you were hit by toxic you would have already fainted by now. Still, it will only get worse the longer that it stays in your system." He spotted a pin missile barb lodged into Garchomp's dorsal fin. Salamence drew closer, towering over Garchomp's helpless body and raised his wings to shade them from the harsh sunlight. He placed his left hand on Garchomp's dorsal fin near the barb and hovered over it with the right. He swung his long, powerful tail over to Garchomp's mouth. "This will hurt a bit but it's necessary to get this out as soon as possible. Bite down on my tail as I pull out the barb."

Salamence slowly pulled the barb out, careful not to have it snap and get stuck inside of Garchomp. He didn't mind her biting on his tail, though he was beginning to feel pangs and focused on keeping a steady hand. Finally, the entirety of the barb was removed and Salamence and Garchomp both let out a sigh of relief. Salamence, for removing it without error and that the biting had lessened a bit but he knew it would be short lived. Salamence used a weakened, targeted hydro pump to clean the wound then did the same with his fire blast to cauterize it.

"Now at least that's taken care of," Salamence said tossing the barb aside. "You can continue biting my tail if you need to," he said jokingly. Garchomp bashfully let go of Salamence's tail and wrapped her arms lazily around his neck. Salamence lifted and cradled Garchomp in his arms looking into her eyes with a grin before taking off into the air flying in the direction that Garchomp had been swimming. "Let me know when we get close to your den." Garchomp was impressed with the ease with which Salamence carried her and even in her pain enjoyed the feeling of flying through the air. She pointed to the cave in the hills to direct Salamence to her den and hoped that it would not be her last flight.

Garchomp's body felt so soft and warm pressed up against Salamence as he held her in his arms. Her attraction and scent was intoxicating dancing through his mind. He straightened out like a bullet, lowering his head closer to Garchomp both to reduce drag and to get more of her scent. They rocketed toward the den, a sonic boom left behind them. Salamence could feel himself slipping into instinct. His eyes stared intently on their destination. In moments they arrived.

Salamence landed and entered the den carrying Garchomp inside. He gently set her down, looked around and asked, "Are you out here by yourself?"

"Yes, I am alone," Garchomp said matter-of-factually. "I've been alone since I was hatched," she continued.

Heading to the back of her cave Garchomp grabbed some dried meat from atop a rock and tossed some to Salamence. Grabbing some for herself, she went towards an out of place looking rock. Under it, was a pile of dried berries. She picked out a Pecha berry to cure the poison and a Sitrus berry to regain some health. "That ought to take care of the poison" she explained. "I'll heal up a bit more with some good rest."

Salamence watched Garchomp eat the berries and felt a shiver when the berry juice coated her lips. He watched as Garchomp's voluptuous body seductively sauntered under the restorative power of the berries toward her meat cache. She tossed him another slab of meat. "Thanks again. I was saving that piece in case I got really hungry but you deserve it for your help. You must be hungry after all you've done."

"Thanks," Salamence said catching another piece of meat in his jaws. It was tasty but he hungered for something else. He licked his lips as she turned again walking over to and leaned on a large rock. He gazed intently at Garchomp's hips, round plump ass and thick thighs as she sashayed over to him. Her tail waved left and right teasing him.

Salamence met Garchomp's gaze and began walking toward her. "I'm concerned for you all out here by yourself. You don't seem like the battling type." Salamence stopped a few feet away from Garchomp and continued. "What would stop someone from coming here and taking advantage of you?"

"Basically nothing" she replied with a wry smile. She sat on down on a rock bench, yawned and stretched her back. A low growl escaped from Salamence as he watched Garchomp stretch and explain.

Looking him over, she studied his profile impressed. "I see why you are royalty, that's some serious muscle."

"Thank you." Salamence said boldly taking another step closer. "I've been trained and conditioned to handle myself well. To be a king one must be able to handle all challenges."

"I can see that, "oh mighty king,"" Garchomp said playfully. "I am queen only of this castle and like you I'm conditioned to it. Except today was an outlier. I'm glad that you were around to help with your talents."

"I am a dragon of *many talents*," Salamence said accenting the end of his statement with sensuality and a lustful gaze. Salamence leaned in close to Garchomp and said in a low growl, "Were I a dragon of lesser standing, it would be very difficult to resist pushing you down and repeatedly filling your womb with my seed." Salamence backed up a bit watching Garchomp for a reaction. "In fact, I'm actually surprised that this desert isn't filled with your Gibble. If they came out even half as beautiful as you they'd be spreading like the sand."

Salamence walked around Garchomp surveying her, growing more lustful with each passing moment. "I must admit that this is a first for me. Where I'm from breeding female dragons and fighting are my main pastimes. My oath to you is the only thing that binds me. Now that you're safe I only see two outcomes..."

Garchomp blushed at Salamence's candor. "Well, a desert isn't the greatest place for young Pokemon to grow up. Take today for instance. Some trainers come here to find Gible to catch, train or even breed," she said. Pausing a moment Garchomp said, "Fuck or fight hmm... Sounds familiar. Seeing how we both know how this'll go down, how about you humor me?," Garchomp playfully stated more than asked.

Remembering her past Garchomp asked, "Do you raise them or leave them to fend for themselves? Your eggs, I mean."

Salamence bred and impregnated many of the females in the dragon egg group on Dragon Isle and during his travels and reign as champion. However, he had never raised any of those Pokemon since he was always on the move along with his trainer.

Salamence replied truthfully, "No, I haven't been a father to the dragons I've sired." He continued, "I've performed my duty unquestioningly but I assure you that my eggs have been well taken care of. The dragons of Dragon Isle are treated with the utmost care and reverence and given anything that their heart desires."

Garchomp moved closer to Salamence and said, "I see that even royal dragons are no different," with a wry smile. Her face before his, she looked into his eyes and said, "Your life sounds so grand," and kissed him.

Garchomp pulled herself back and composed herself a bit and stated, "So, I can tell you want to mate, but are you the type that will just impregnate me then leave me to fend for myself? Or will you become my mate and raise our eggs together like any dragon with any self respect should?," her last words said with pain, anger and sadness.

"How could I leave if I kept getting you pregnant?," Salamence said. Salamence kissed Garchomp, lifting and pinning her into the wall, running his hands all along her soft curvy body. Never had he been more attracted than he was then. Salamence wrapped his tail around Garchomp's running it up and down the length.

Surprised by his answer, Garchomp returned his kiss. She embraced the feeling of being pinning her against the wall and almost let herself be taken. She stopped herself once more. "You actually want to breed me? You don't just want a quick fuck?" she asked, bewildered and filled with lust and hope.

Salamence trailed kisses down her neck. Between them he spoke, "The longer I'm in your presence the more I need to have you." He massaged her breasts letting out a low growl of delight at how they feel. Salamence kissed down her Garchomp's breast kissing around the nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. He let his long tongue flick across the nipple stimulating her further.

Salamence's thick, hard cock stood erect pressed against her pussy. "I want to breed you again, and again, and again, and again. We will flood this desert with Gible that we raise together. I can wait no longer," he exclaimed before slowly thrusting inside Garchomp's warm wet pussy with a deep groan of pleasure and relief.

Once Salamence started to enter her, Garchomp stopped talking, knowing there wasn't anything more to be said. They were gonna mate, and it was gonna be rough. His attention to her nipples was very nice, making her moan in pleasure.

Once deep enough inside of her, she clamped down, tightening harder around him.

Salamence moaned lower after Garchomp tightened her kegels. She was tight already but was so much tighter than before. "Fuuuck," he exclaimed. Salamence then began thrusting faster and harder into Garchomp. "You feel so good," he said.

Garchomp latched her mouth onto Salamence's neck, and bit gently, moaning intensely as he fucked the hell out of her pussy. "Oh god that's so intense," she exclaimed.

Garchomp's teeth felt great grazing Salamence's neck and enhanced his pleasure. Salamence continued to fuck Garchomp faster and harder grunting with each thrust as they made their way to the floor.

Salamence spoke in Garchomp's ear in a deep, low voice between thrusts, "You're my new egg factory. I'm going to pump you full of my seed and I'm going to get you pregnant with a litter of eggs, royal eggs. You're beautiful belly's going to swell to make room and your breasts are going to get even bigger, full of milk to nourish them. I'm going to keep fucking you through the pregnancy and right after you give birth I'll go back to filling you up. I'll make you a mother to this land. A queen to more than just this den. That's a promise."