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My Goodra's been like this for a week now. He won't battle, but the next gym is coming up. He won't eat, but he keeps getting fatter. Worst of all, he won't give me dragon hugs. I understand his needs, and I'll do anything to return him to his usual self.
I release him from his Pokeball, and begin to undress. His long, flexible, tube-like penis begins to dance around in the open air, becoming stiff. Goodra knows that he will finally be satisfied. As I remove my last piece of clothing, he grabs my hips with his stubby arms. The grip is impossibly tight. Even if I wanted to stop this, it is too late now. I purposefully fall forward and prop myself up on the grass with my hands, bracing myself for what is to come.
Despite their animalistic urges, Goodra are quite empathetic. To avoid hurting me, my darling Pokemon gradually inserts his length into my ass. His gigantic member swirls around and changes size constantly, testing me, for safety's sake. Of course, it's also very sensual and arousing, too. The dragon's huge tool continues to probe my mysterious hole, filling my passage as fully and completely as it can. As the phallus finally reaches as far as it can into my butt, I exhale in pleasure and exasperation. The great beast is much larger than I.
"Hhhmmmyeh~?", asks Goodra. The concept of being too big to fit is foreign to him! Thankfully, he doesn't press the issue.
The thrusting begins. Carefully as he can, the gentle giant starts at a snail's pace. Over time, it reaches a speed where it would look like I'm being killed. In reality, Goodra is masterfully morphing his penis in a way that maximizes pleasure for both of us. Within minutes, the feeling is too much to handle, and I cum. My seed spills over the open ground, but Goodra doesn't slow down in the slightest. This won't finish until he does.
For such a "deprived" creature, it's taking an awful long time. Goodra just keeps thrusting! Oh, I'm totally exhausted. I fall to my knees. Goodra keeps thrusting. I fall to my elbows. Goodra keeps thrusting. Such weight, forced upon my whole body, over and over... I can't take it. So tiring, so fatiguing. I black out.
I awaken when the thrusting suddenly stops. My Goodra's finally cumming! A huge lump pushes through his dick, into my ass. Feeling it go all the way through, I get hard once again. Once the load is inside, I can really feel its weight. Wait... is it... moving? This shape... it's not cum! It's a live Goomy!
It doesn't feel bad, to be honest. It's nice having a squishy little ball pushing around in there. Well, it doesn't feel that bad until a second one comes through. Once again, a little Pokemon is pushed through Goodra's dick until it's situated in my ass.
I come to a horrible realization as I think about how many more will be pushed inside. Goodra wasn't getting fatter; those were his children, ready to be born!
"Goodra! You have to stop! This isn't a place where you can birth your young!"
Goodra may be nice, but they aren't as intelligent as, say, Dragonite. I'm sure that whatever I yell just encourages him. I try to push myself off, but my position prohibits movement too strictly. On top of that, I'm dead tired. A third Goomy is inserted as I plead for assistance.
"Help! Anyone! Please!"
For privacy, we're in a secluded plains, far from any towns or encampments. Now I'm starting to regret choosing a place like this.
My gut bulges as the seventh Goomy enters my butt. Even though this is arousing, I'm in serious danger! I cum for the second time, but still, no one can hear my screams. Even if they could, would they come to my aid? Some pervert getting mated by a Goodra?
Ugh, I don't know how many more I can take. Every single one squirming around inside. My voice goes hoarse from yelling. I'm stretched as far as I can go. I black out again, but this time, I don't know if I'll regain consciousness.
When I wake up, I'm not where I was before. I'm so full of little Goomy, I can't move. From where I am, I can see that I'm in some sort of cave. There's goo absolutely everywhere. There's some around my mouth, too. Have I been sustained on just Goodra goo? A few Goomy slip out of my ridiculously-loose hole. To greet them, comes my lovely Goodra. He looks so happy just to be here with me.
"Say, babe, when do you think we'll return to civilization?"
With that, he mounts me again. Filled with his offspring even more, I doubt that I will ever escape this cave. I love the feelings he gives me, but every day I hope that rescue comes.