Desert Transport

This is a story for an animation I commissioned.

The lugia awoke in warm, familiar semi-darkness. A faint, red-orange light shone through the walls, casting enough of a glow for Kailu to see the shapes of his own body: his tail resting against the curve of the opposite wall, his knees, footpaws, and belly poking above the surface of the pool he relaxed in. It sloshed as he stretched, spreading his wings and pushing limbs, head, and tail against the curving walls of flesh that surrounded him. They stretched a bit, resisting him with a strength he still didn’t understand. Fresh cum trickled onto his wing, and he flicked it off, his smooth skin keeping it from clinging. Even so, he knew he’d smell like her for days, if not weeks.

Kailu felt a pang of mortified shame. What are my friends going to think? This was undignified, obscene, no way for a lugia to travel… but then he yawned, taking a deep breath of the thick, heady air inside the arcanine. His worries were immediately quashed by a wave of warm, lovely arousal. The lugia couldn’t muster the concern to care about a hypothetical like that when the present was occupying his full attention. Really, they’re missing out. Her method of transport was as unorthodox as advertised—more so, really—but after days marinating in arcanine seed, her heady scents making his head spin with every breath, he barely minded at all.

He relaxed, letting the walls squish back around him, sending ripples through the pool of virility he basked in. Her flesh had some give, her slick and slimy walls supporting him like a comfortable hammock. They encouraged him to recline, to enjoy himself. And he had, too many times to count. His tapered shaft rarely fully retreated, ready to slide back out at a moment’s notice. Normally he would just stroke himself off and then go back to sleep, but this time he paused, one wing halfway to his slit. He was growing used to it, to the near constant state of arousal Cel’s scents kept him in; the thought made his cock twitch all on its own.

Kailu focused on his surroundings; they were still and calm. There was some magic that kept her movements from tossing him around, but even so he could still feel them, and right now her sack was still. Her heartbeat was slow and steady, and he could distantly hear her breathing: deep, regular, with the occasional snore. He scanned across the curving flesh overhead, marbled with trickles of fresh cum that stood out softly in the red-orange dimness. Where light shone through the walls, he could see the darker veins of her blood snaking and forking across her flesh, splitting and splitting until they were capillaries too thin to see. They reminded him of how rivers looked in flight, the way their sinuous tributaries spread across the land below. And similar in function, he mused. Carrying the lifeblood of the land…

By now he could tell a lot from the quality of the light. It was definitely daytime, but it wasn’t as bright as direct sun; it was either early, late, or shady. Asleep, he thought. Perhaps a nap through the hottest part of the day…?

Kailu slowly stood up, taking careful steps on the slippery floor that stretched under his weight. Cum sluiced off his smooth skin, dribbling and splattering back into the pool around his legs. He had to hunch over, the slimy ceiling pressed against his shoulders; it wasn’t tall enough for him to stand up straight. It still boggled his mind that he fit in here at all, but the arcanine had limits. Or maybe they belonged to that golden ring she wore, nestled under her knot. Kailu shook his head and tried to think of something else. Thinking about her made his cock throb with need; it was already teasing enough just to wade through her thick seed, feeling it rushing against his length with each sloshing step.

He followed the wrinkles in the flesh overhead to the spot they all converged. She doesn’t usually mind me taking a peek outside… I’m sure it’s fine if she’s asleep, he reasoned. Thus assured, the lugia pushed his head up and out. Roomy, squishy folds became tight as soon as he’d gone only a couple feet, but Kailu pressed on, the slick tunnel hugging him tight.

His head slid into the air with a slick, lewd pop, the fins around his eyes springing free. The lugia panted for breath, breathing deep of the fresh, arid air. It wasn’t any cooler than inside the arcanine; if anything it was hotter. The dryness bit at his throat, reminding him why he’d sought alternative travel through the desert in the first place.

Before him lay an oasis, a pool of fresh water surrounded by trees and grasses. Behind him, his guide, his transport: Cel, the arcanine. She was asleep in the shade of a lean-to, as he’d thought, sprawled out on her side and snoring away. The arcanine was massive, even for her own species; she stood nearly nine feet at the shoulder, almost half as tall as Kailu himself. Standing out from her striped orange legs and black belly fur was the monster she called a cock, a splotchy red-pink fifth leg larger than most pokémon. His neck had swollen its girth even wider, though down by her knot, just above the golden ring nestled in the mouth of her sheath, his bulge faded from view.

Kailu found his eyes drawn inexorably lower, past the arcanine’s fuzzy black sheath to her hefty balls. At least a couple feet across each, they could easily fit a smaller ‘mon without even a bulge. But they weren’t holding an eevee or a buizel, no, they were holding him and still gave no sign. The lugia reached out his wings, pressing against the slimy flesh inside her, rubbing back and forth and stretching the arcanine as much as he could. Her sack wobbled from his struggles, only showing faint signs of his efforts, his wings causing slight shifting underneath her fur.

A wave of arousal nearly made his legs buckle, and this one Kailu couldn’t blame on her scent. He was still getting whiffs of it, of course—his head was coated in her slick, thin precum—but he was mostly breathing fresh air now. No, it was the idea that got him, that he was so effortlessly contained within those orbs. Him, a powerful lugia, ensconced within the arcanine’s musky, black-furred nuts.

It was all Kailu could do not to stroke himself right then. He tore his eyes away and looked back to the oasis. Fresh water sounded lovely, and it seemed so close. Normally he could cross the distance with a single lumbering step. Kailu squirmed, pushing as much of himself out as possible, several more feet of neck sliding free of Cel’s cock with a slick shlrp. Yet he still wasn’t nearly close enough. Worse, he felt her stiffening, her pulse throbbing around his neck. He hadn’t been the only one enjoying that squirming.

Cel stretched in her sleep and slowly rolled onto her back, her bulging dick swinging after her, lifting the lugia’s neck and head up into the air. The arcanine’s cock clenched and rippled, eagerly slurping him back up several feet at a time. Kailu disappeared in only a few seconds, feeling her slick tip squishing at the back of his head one moment, watching her glistening pink walls engulf his vision the next. His bulges sank completely out of view, making the arcanine’s balls wobble as he was sealed back inside. There was merely a muffled slosh as the lugia was dunked back into her own private oasis.

He pushed against the walls as he rolled over, head breaking the surface of her sloshing lake of seed. Kailu took a deep breath, her scent washing over his thoughts and making his cock throb painfully hard. He pushed his head against the taut and stretchy wall, licking up the fresh arcanine cum trickling down the flesh. Its flavor exploded across his tongue, musky and salty and rich. He imagined the imperceptible bulge his head was making in her orbs, and the lugia’s eyes nearly rolled back from pleasure; he reached down and touched a wing-hand to his shaft.

Just that was enough. Kailu flopped onto his back with a great splash of seed, the stretchy sack wall catching him and springing back. (Outside, Cel’s nuts wobbled again, seemingly on their own.) He stroked himself as he came, firing thick ropes of lugia cum across the steamy chamber, splattering it against the ceiling, against the far wall, against himself. Kailu’s climaxes were big, enough to wash most pokémon away, and he’d lost count of how many times he’d cum in here… but he was sure his contribution paled in comparison to Cel’s, her balls slowly drizzling seed down on him all day and night.

The arcanine kicked a leg in her sleep, her red-pink cock throbbing above her belly, drooling sweet precum into black fur already stiff from many previous dousings. Swollen furry nuts idly squeezed between her splayed hindlegs, glorping softly as they kneaded at her guest. Her nuts didn’t care if her cargo was a tall stack of crates, a full expedition team (or two), or an entire lugia. Kailu might have been legendary and twice her height, but right now he was her passenger. He belonged to her sack until she got him to his destination, and her balls treated him as such, clenching and stirring him amidst her seed. Cel’s cock twitched from the lugia’s squirms of pleasure, but her cockring did its job, its magic dampening her arousal to keep her from climax… though she had very pleasant dreams, sleepily hoping for another regular customer.

Within her, Kailu rode his peak until he passed out from pleasure, his dick still spurting a few dribbles of seed over his belly even as he slumped into blissfully relaxing sleep. His last coherent thought had been some time ago, but it was a good thought, one he believed in with the core fiber of his being. Five stars for sure.