Brandon looked out his window late winter in Utah, pondering about the next chapter of his current story. He was currently on the fifth book in the Stormlight Archives, and so close to getting it ready for his publisher.
He had been loving giving weekly updates to his fans recently, and had been pleasantly surprised by how open they were to discussions, and how friendly his readers were to each other, despite what people generally said about the atrocities of the internet.
He was an accomplished writer, and had been writing for decades now. He knew when he was burnt out for the day, and fancied another cup of tea, maybe a walk along his streets to welcome the start of spring.
It was when he shut off his computer that he heard the flapping of wings, and he pulled his glasses to the top of his head, bewildered. It was louder than the usual birds, the American robins that frequented his home, though it almost sounded like - some sort of dragon.
He chuckled and shook his head. He must’ve been in his own fantasy world for too long. There weren’t any dragons in his books per se, though he did say in an interview once they were there - just hiding. He pushed his chair back and stood up, walking towards the large window that gave him room to breathe during long writing sessions.
A tail swished across the window, and he gasped, moving back a few inches. It almost looked like the tail of a dragonfly, with multicolor green strips that didn’t look like any animal he’d ever seen.
Feeling slightly more courage, he walked forwards again and turned the knob, forcing the window open little by little. He pushed his head out and looked up, his heart almost stopping when he saw it. It was a… dragon? It looked almost like a giant dragonfly, flapping its pair of rhombus-shaped wings with red trim, toeless hindlegs and skinny arms with three-clawed hands. It had large black eyes with a transparent red covering and a pair of green antennae that pointed back. It looked almost familiar, something he’d definitely seen before.
The creature peeked its head downwards, flapping its wings as it stared at him. It didn’t look menacing, no, like it was curious and wanted to play. Despite his better judgment, Brandon stepped back, wondering if the creature actually wanted to fly into the room.
He waited for a few seconds, and was amazed when it actually peaked its head into the room, and landed clean in the center of it. “I… I know what you are!” He exclaimed, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. It took only a quick google search to figure it out. It didn’t make sense, but he was standing in front of the pokemon Flygon, right in the middle of his work room.
Flygon purred and moved towards him, it was so large that it only took two steps to get to him. Before he could back off though, not knowing exactly what it wanted, it began rubbing its head against his neck, closing its eyes in pleasure. “Uh… good pokemon?” He said, giving it a pat on its head. Its skin was smooth and silky, and when he touched it, it began pushing hard against his fingers, so much so that he was almost pushed backwards.
The Flygon, now encouraged by Brandon, wrapped its arms around him and picked him up. Brandon began screaming, but knew no one would be able to hear him. They lived in a pretty big house, and there was no one else home. The pokemon deposited him back first on the couch nearby, and he gasped as he looked up at it, more confused than ever.
The Flygon began nuzzling his entire body the same way he did his neck, purring and making soft cooing noises the entire time. Brandon tried to push it away when it reached his crotch, but the pokemon was insistent. Brandon couldn’t help it. He felt himself start to get erect, and shame flooded him. He shouldn’t be feeling turned on by a creature - let alone one that shouldn’t exist.
Flygon looked down curiously at the erection that was tenting his pajama bottoms, and began poking at it even more. “Do you… do you want to see what it is?” Brandon asked, and began pulling down his pants, making his cock bob out and hit his stomach. Flygon bent forwards and sniffed it, looking absolutely amazed.
“Usually I have something soft and warm to put it in… but I don’t think you’ll have anything like that,” he said half hopefully. He wasn’t sure if the Flygon could understand him, but realized the truth when it pushed its butt forwards, showing him a definitively puffy pussy. He had no idea how he missed it until now, but it was the best he’d ever seen, like it had been made for him all along.
He quirked his eyebrow, “are you inviting me to…?”
The Flygon didn’t respond, but scooted its butt towards him even more. Brandon stood up and gently bent the Flygon over so it was in a doggy-style position. Well, as much as a flying dragon could be, and Flygon’s tail wrapped around his neck as he positioned himself by her entrance.
“I’m going to do it,” he announced, and didn’t wait for the Flygon to respond before he pushed his way inside. Brandon moaned loudly, unable to help himself. Fuck, he’d never felt anything so good. The Flygon’s pussy was puffy and wet, and so ready for him…
He began stroking her wings as he pumped into her with wild abandonment, knowing he wouldn’t last very long, but knowing every second would bring more and more delicious pleasure he’d never experienced before.
The Flygon seemed to be enjoying itself too, because it purred and mewled underneath him, using her tail to pull him even deeper inside of her. “I’m going to cum inside,” he declared, as he felt his balls tighten and the familiar pulling sensation on his cock.
The Flygon seemed to love this, because she began bucking wildly against him and seemed to be overcome with orgasm as well, pulsing and squeezing tightly against him.
Brandon lost control of his body and came, moaning as loudly as he could as he emptied himself inside of her. He seemed to be cumming forever before he slumped on top of her, completely and utterly exhausted.
“Well… that was one of the weirdest things that’s ever happened to me,” he chuckled to himself, his limp cock still inside of her.