The Dragon's Den (Gym Leader Clair TF)

It was the middle of the day in the local mall and Craig was coursing through the bustling sea of people, his head bowed as he stared down at his smart phone. Ever since he’d gotten Pokémon Red along with a Gameboy for Christmas in ‘96, the 28 year old had remained an avid lover of the franchise even though he’d stopped playing the games after Emerald. However, Pokémon Go’s release a couple years ago had reignited his passion and he instantly downloaded it the second it came out in the West. Although some fans considered the game to no longer be good, Craig was one of the few who still enjoyed it, appreciating the slight bit of exercise it gave him… and at least it gave him an excuse to go outside.

As he continued to aimlessly walk around the mall in his search for Pokémon, Craig came to halt when something sparkled on the floor just in the corner of his vision. Abruptly coming to a standstill before drawing his eyes away from his phone, Craig peered down to see what it was… and was surprised to see a metallic black badge laying on the floor. Something about it seemed so familiar, though… Bending down to pick it up, Craig inspected it for a couple moments when the penny finally dropped - it wasn’t just any ordinary badge, it was a Pokémon Gym Badge! The Rising Badge from Gold and Silver if he recalled correctly, but that meant it belonged which gym leader…? Clair, from Blackthorn City! A small yet prideful smirk crossing his face at remembering that piece of knowledge as he stared at the badge, Craig began to wonder how it had managed to find itself laying on the floor like a discarded bottle top… Perhaps another enthusiast like him was playing Pokémon Go and simply didn’t notice that the badge had dropped off of them as they walked about? It was Saturday after all, so small things like badges getting knocked off as people bumped and squeezed past each other wasn’t exactly an impossible scenario.

Bending down and picking it up, Craig couldn’t help but just appreciate the sheer quality of the badge as he stood back up: Although it was rather simple with its’ design, a splodge of dark navy with four red slits to give the appearance of a dragon’s eyes and horns followed by a nice silver outlining that highlighting the sharp turns and points to give the dragon an actual snout. It wasn’t his favourite badge in terms of appearance, but as Craig held the badge in the center of his palm, he couldn’t help but just take in how shiny and precious it looked… Curling his hand tight around it, Craig decided that such an amazing piece probably deserved to be with its’ rightful owner and not some person who picked it up off of the floor of a mall.

Desiring to find whoever the badge belonged to, Craig took his first step forward… and immediately tripped onto the floor as he suddenly lost control of his legs. But before he could even think about picking himself back up a sharp piercing pain flared through his head - it was literally as if he’d been shot… or maybe he was having some sort of stroke? He wasn’t anywhere near the age to get a stroke yet, was he?! Curling up and wrapping his arms around his legs, Craig flopped onto his side and then put a hand around the temples of his head; groaning through his tightly gritted teeth as the pain seemed to reached it’s zenith - it was like the floor was swiftly swirling beneath him like a large gust of wind had suddenly blasted into the mall or an earthquake was wrecking the place… Speaking of which, why the hell wasn’t anyone helping him?! Were people seriously just ignoring him as he writhed around in agony on the floor?! But then, as if somebody had read his mind, Craig began to hear a faint wheezy voice call out to him:

Hey, a-are you alright? What’s wrong?

The second Craig heard the voice, the pain started to ebb and soothe away as quickly as it had appeared. Opening his eyes, Craig immediately squinted as a blinding light glared down into them - why the hell were the mall lights on? Did the mall even have lights this bright? His senses returning to him, Craig felt the floor and realised it wasn’t the cold marble he was expecting: It instead felt like he was lying on warm rocky ground, the thousands of little pebbles digging into his skin as cool breeze of the wind gently caressed his face. Although his eyes had instinctively closed themselves shut again, Craig sensed a shadow fall over him as someone approached, their feet lazily shifting through the dusty ground.

“Excuse me miss,” croaked an elderly voice. “Are you alright there? Can you hear me?” Opening his eyes, Craig stared up to see an old man staring down back at him. He was completely bald and had a rather long wizardly looking beard that seemed to reach all the way down to his stomach. His otherwise shiny forehead was creased with hundreds of wrinkles as the two bushy white caterpillars for eyebrows frowned with concern. As he stared back up at the pensioner, Craig couldn’t help but sense some sort of familiarity stirring within him for some reason - maybe the man just reminded him of his grandad or something.

“U-uhm… Yeah, I’m fine.” Craig answered, groaning as he finally sat up straight. “Wh… How did I get here?” Looking around, Craig found himself to be in some sort of small town that seemed to be inside a quarry: A couple meters away from him and the old man was a cottage with a thatch roof - and there were buildings even further in the distance from it; one blue and the other a pumpkin orange. They both had rotating signposts beside them, both emblazoned with the same ball shaped symbol… a symbol that seemed oddly familiar to Craig… but how?

“Did you Teleport here?” asked the old man, snapping Craig out of his thoughts. “They say weak-minded people often feel dizzy when their get their Psychic-”

“Excuse me, but I am not weak-minded!” Craig snapped before standing up and dusting himself off. “Look, can you just please tell me where the hell I am? I was walking around in a mall and then all of a sudden I’m… here, wherever this is!” he punctuated the last words by flapping his arms around. He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt so irritated at this old man, but he couldn’t help but feel that he was somehow… in charge or more superior to him in some way - either way, it just irritated Craig that this man was belittling him!

Meanwhile, the old man had simply been scratching his beard in silent contemplation for the past half minute before finally saying; “Sounds like you were just in Goldenrod City, miss. You’re in Blackthorn City now - they do say Teleporting for than 5 miles can sometimes cause temporary dizziness-”

“Wait wait wait a second,” Craig interrupted, waving a hand in front of the man’s face. “Did you just say… Goldenrod City? As in, the city from Pokémon Gold and Silver?” Then a massive frown slowly formed on his face. “A-and did you call me miss?”

The old man nodded. “Yes, I did. Is something wrong? I know a woman like you might prefer being called ma'am-”

“What are you even - I’m a guy!” Craig blurted out as he shot a deathly glare at the old man, who simply stared back and blinked hard for a couple seconds before squinting his eyes. “O-Oh… I’m terribly sorry, son.” He said in a puzzled and flustered tone. “I-I mean, what with the clothes you’re wearing and all, I just assumed you were a woman - you young'uns like to call yourself all kinds of things nowadays; I just can’t keep up with all of it! Um, Not that I have a problem with it, of course: If it’s what makes you comfortable and happy, then so be it!” He then turned around and began to hastily waddle off, leaving Craig even more baffled than before.

“What do you mean, my cloth- W-what the fuck?!” Looking down at himself, Craig no longer saw his plain white t-shirt and beige shorts - instead a tight blue one piece dress was now wrapped around his body, stopping just at the top of his scrawny thighs and pressed tightly against his torso, shoulders and… someplace else like it was a couple sizes too small for him. Its’ touch was cold against his skin - he shivered as he felt it rub against his chest and nipples - and it seemed to be made out of some sort of rubbery - no, latexy material. Fortunately he was still wearing his socks and sandals, although they really clashed with the blue of dress he was wearing now… Craig shook his head - what the hell was he thinking?! He was a man wearing a skinightight latex dress in public! The only saving grace was that he was in a very quiet and remote area and not surrounded by hundreds of people in a packed shopping mall.

His face as red as a tomato, Craig muttered all sorts of swearwords under his breath as his mind began to race: Somehow he was now in Blackthorn City from Pokémon, and he was wearing a dress that seemed oddly familiar to him… Was he in some sort of coma induced dream? He mustn’t have ever woken up from that migraine or stroke he’d had in the mall. Well, there was only one method Craig knew to try if he was in a dream:

“Ah, fuck!” Craig hissed from the combination of the pinch and the fact that his theory was proven wrong… was he just hallucinating, then? Did he eat some sort of drug laced food? And why the hell did that pinch hurt so god damn much, considering how little effort he’d put into it? Looking down at the small red blemish left on his skin, Craig’s heart skipped a beat as he noticed two little indents left there - two tiny curved lines that should not have been there considering he’d used his fingertips to pinch himself.. Raising his right hand up, Craig gasped sharply as he noticed just how much daintier it looked: He’d always been told by his dad that he had fingers for piano, but now they weren’t just longer; they looked slenderer, gentler and perhaps worst of all girlier! It didn’t help that his nails were now somehow coated in the same light blue colour as the dress he was wearing - no doubt applied in the same mysteriously magical way too… at least they looked good though, he’d certainly have to keep using that polish more often - damn it!

His heart now skipping more beats than an amateur drummer, Craig placed his normal left hand against his forehead as he continued to wonder what the hell was going on: Why the hell was he wearing a dress, why the hell he was wearing nail polish and why the hell an old man had called him “Miss”! Taking a deep, long yet shaky breath, Craig tried to think about what to do: There had to be someone or something that could help him out… It was then that his eyes traveled back over to the blue and orange buildings in the distance - the distinct looks of Pokémart and Pokécenter could never fade away from his mind, even if it was beginning to act strangely! Closing his eyes, Craig began to make a mental map in his mind: If those two buildings were to his north, then… he was in the lower east section of the map, right? So that would also mean the Pokémon Gym was north of them, and that belonged to-

Craig shuddered as another breeze breathed past him and over his body - instinctively rubbing his arms to keep warm, he quickly became aware of how much softer and sleeker the skin there seemed to be… looking downwards again, Craig found that all the body hair on his arms and legs had just disappeared as if it had never grown a single strand. As he continued to rub his arms, he soon found the sensation of his hands rubbing against his creamy skin to be rather… sensual, to say the least. A blush forming on his face as a pleasurable yet uncomfortable tightness pressured down on his crotch area, Craig took another deep breath before adjusting the dress and starting to walk towards the northern part of the city.

But as Craig passed the Pokémon Center he suddenly lost his balance and tumbled forward, just managing to stick his hands out into time to stop himself from hitting the ground. However instead of feeling pain or the sensation of the ground scraping against his palm, Craig was surprised to feel that same cool, rubbery texture that currently wrapped around his body. Looking at his hands, Craig saw that they were now covered by gloves made out of the same latexy material as his dress, ending with two large black cuffs. Looking at his left hand now, Craig wasn’t surprised to see that it too now looked as dainty and slender as his right.

“I need to hurry!” he muttered aloud before trying to get back up - except he slipped again as he felt something underneath his sandals. “Must’ve slipped on a rock… oh come on!” Craig sighed as he saw that a pair of high heels also seemingly made out of the same blue late as the rest of his new clothing now adorned his feet, stretching up to just below his knees and ending in the same black “cuffs” as his gloves. Slowly and carefully, Craig pushed himself up off the floor and wobbled about on the spot for a couple more tension filled seconds before seeming to find his balance. Taking a nervous step forward, Craig let out a sigh of relief when he found himself no longer collapsing onto the ground - he’d done enough of that for today. Continuing to walk northwards, Craig didn’t seem to notice his gait slowly gaining a rather feminine sway, one foot placing itself in front of the other like a supermodel strutting down a catwalk. As he walked, Craig somehow found the echoing click clack of his heels against the ground to be somewhat appealing for some reason - it just felt good to saunter around in such powerful sounding footwear as it stabbed the ground. His confidence suddenly growing, Craig shifted slightly so that he finally walked with his head held high; his back no longer carrying a slouch and his otherwise flat chest puffing out a little.

Seeing the Pokémon Gym in the distance, Craig felt a smile grow across his face: He remembered being awed and scared at the fact that the interior was actually filled with lava, which was understandably fitting for a dragon themed gym leader such as him. Of course, standing and walking around in such humid conditions in this dress always left him feeling rather sweaty, which was why he always looked forward to taking a dive into the little moat of water behind the gym, unzipping his dress before soaking in the steamy sauna-like water and cleaning his slender body… or waiting for a certain someone to arrive and help him out-

“Clair! Hey, Clair!”

Craig was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice calling out to him in the distance. Looking ahead, he noticed that there was sometime standing outside of the gym - a teenage girl with dark navy hair who was wearing a red cheongsam with matching navy shorts, tights and red trainers. As Craig approached the girl, he couldn’t help but feel that same sort of familiarity that he’d experienced with the old man earlier…

“What is it?” he asked as he finally came to a stop, unaware that he had instinctively placed a hand on his hip. Now that he was closer, Craig couldn’t help but notice that a blush had bloomed across the girl’s face; her dark blue eyes gleaming with excitement as her shaking hands balled into fists as if they were holding invisible pom poms.

“I-I um… I have a message for you.” She began giggling and squealing ecstatically - Craig’s patience ran out 30 seconds later when he finally snapped out; “From who?!”

“From Lance!” she finally shouted, jumping up and down on the spot with glee. “The champion!”

The second Craig heard that name, his heart skipped a beat and began to feel all warm and fluttery… he gasped softly as an all too familiar hardness began to grow around his groin, but the tightness of his dress and lacy blue panties - Craig wondered for a second how he knew he was wearing those - against his quickly growing erection was causing a slight discomfort. A blush forming over his own face now, Craig coughed and quickly placed his hands over his crotch before saying “L-Lance?”

“Mmhmm!” The girl nodded frantically. “He left like, five minutes ago!”

“Wh-what um… What did he want?”

“He told me to tell you that he wants to meet you inside the Dragon’s Den.” The girl then let out a sigh and added “But gosh, he’s sooo dreamy! When he walked up to me my heart just stopped…” She then crossed her arms and smirked teasingly at Craig. “I gotta say Clair, I’m quite jealous of you.”

Craig blinked. “J-Jealous? Why?”

The girl simply giggled again and gently nudged Craig’s arm with her hand. “Heh, it’s nothing~ Anyways, let me fix that cape of yours before you go see him.”

Craig frowned. “My cape-?” before he could do anything else, the girl had grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around on the spot. Her hands then slide downwards and began to tug at sudden extra bit of weight that Craig was sure wasn’t there even a second ago - a light gust breezed past and it was then that he felt a silky soft material flutter against his arms. Looking down, Craig saw that he was indeed now wearing a black cape that seemed to stretch all the way down to his butt. A slight weight now pressed down around his neck as a sort of choker-like piece suddenly wrapped around his neck, a large shining pearl serving as the cape’s clasp that reminded him of a certain Dragon type pokemon…

“Geez, how did it get all caught up?” he heard the girl mutter as she fluffed, tugged and patted it out. “Aaaaand… all done~!” Stepping back and turning around, Craig put both his hands on hips, and the next words he said seemed to just automatically travel up his throat: “How do I look?”

“You look great as always, Clair!”

A coy smile grew on Craig’s face as he said “Thanks, Fran.” Although the cape did feel a bit weird brushing against his skin… there was something rather comfortable about the way it shrouded his body, the red inside reminding him of dragon’s wings as it also made the bright blue dress he wore stand out even more and frame his figure. Although Craig wouldn’t openly admit, a small part of his mind was now actually enjoying the rather feminine allure he seemed to be exuding now…

“I’ll head back into the gym now,” Fran said as she began to walk over to the large golden doors inscribed with various dragon type Pokémon ornately styled yet glaring and snarling ominously at the countless challengers who approached them each and every day. “See you later, Clair!”

Craig waved the Ace Trainer as the grand doors slowly rumbled open, only parting so that there was enough space for Fran to slip back inside instead of the usually magnificent entrance given when trainers arrived. As the doors began to just as close just as slowly, Craig decided to head to the Dragon’s Den - he wasn’t too sure why he wanted to do this… but he couldn’t help but feel a sort of importance surrounding Lance, as if he was the key behind everything that had happened. Now, if Craig recalled correctly the entrance to the Den was behind the gym…

Quickly walking around the large building, Craig silently appraised himself for remembering correctly again as he walked to the pond’s edge. Just like in that weird memory he had, slight wafts of steam gently drifted up a result of all the lava stored within the Pokémon Gym. Even though he hadn’t actually stepped into the pool, Craig could easily feel the warmth emanating out of it - curiosity getting the better of him, he leaned over to stare at the bubbling water and gasped as he saw his reflection: Was it him, or did his face seem to be… smaller than the remembered? His nose seemed rounder than before, and the angular edges he was sure his face usually had seemed to have disappeared; now replaced with a more daintier looking heart shaped visage. Raising a hand up to his face, Craig curiously stroked his cheeks and chin; taking in the feminine features for a couple moments when a sharp discomfort suddenly appeared on his eyes, causing them to twitch and spasm reflexively.

“Agh, god damn it!” he hissed, forcing one eye open to stare more carefully at his reflection. Raising a hand up to his other eye, he tried to pull the bottom lid down to try and unfurl what must have been a curved eyelash or stray dust nestled in his eyes, but paused when he realised it’d be the fabric of his glove prodding closely to his eyeball, which could just make everything worse if it got too close. Fortunately it seemed that Craig’s problem solved itself as the uncomfortable sensation disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Opening both his eyes now, Craig blinked hard a couple times before staring at his reflection once more… and keeping his gaze directly on his own eyes: Was it him or did his eyelashes look longer and thicker? As he stared even closer at himself, Craig felt that even the very colour of his eyes seemed different; the usually emerald green looked much bluer than before… perhaps that was just something to do with the water?

“I should hurry up,” he said aloud to no-one in particular before standing up, hooking back a strand of long blue hair as it suddenly drooped into his vision. As he stood there wondering how he’d get across: The pool wasn’t that big, but the idea of swimming and getting his cape and clothes wet just sounded extremely annoying to him - plus it meant he’d have to get out of these high heels and then put them back on again once he reached the other side… it was only then that Craig felt a sort of weight form around his waist, like some sort of belt had suddenly wrapped around him. But as he looked down, Craig saw that it wasn’t a belt - it was so much better than a belt: Four Pokéballs were now attached to the side of his waist, the red and white colouring proudly shining against the afternoon sun. Out of all the weird changes that had happened to him so far, this was definitely the one that Craig could feel the most happy to receive.

“No fucking way,” he whispered to himself, his breath getting faster as he slowly reached down and grabbed the first one. “Please, please let this be real… please let this actually fucking happen…!” Feeling the weight of the Pokéball in his palm, Craig carefully stretched his arm outwards and clicked on the small white button that rested on its’ center-

- And out popped a large serpentine Pokémon with a sky blue colour and pure white underbelly. A small nub of a horn decorated its’ forehead along with two cloud-like wings rested on the sides of its’ head. As it began to slowly but gracefully slide across the ground, Craig couldn’t help but be completely overwhelmed with surprise and sheer joy and immediately ran over to the Dragonair before wrapping his arms around it and giving it a huge hug.

“You’re real! I can’t believe it, you’re actually real!” he yelled, laughing as the Pokémon began to wriggle against her in response; its’ rubbery scales harmlessly rubbing against his silky skin. After what must have been a minute of hugging and petting his Pokémon, Craig regretfully decided that enough was enough and slowly pulled away from Dragonair, who stood there patiently and looked at him with its’ huge purple eyes. Peering back down at the creature, Craig pointed out towards the cave on the other side of the pond and shouted “Dragonair, use Surf!” The Pokémon immediately leaped into the pool, swimming around playfully in a circle for a couple laps before heading back over to Craig and laying out perfectly straight, its’ head turning back around to stare at him expectantly. Craig took a couple cautious steps forward before quickly leaping onto Dragonair; gasping as he landed and as his feet dived into the warm bubbly water. Grabbing onto the Pokémon’s wings, it immediately started to swim across the pool - whilst it hardly took that long, Craig couldn’t help but cheer and whoop as he was carried over to the entrance of the Dragon’s Den.

Dragonair parked itself against the embankment, curving slowly as it came to a stop. Hopping off, Craig clambered up the side before turning around and putting a hand onto the Pokéball… however it seemed that the decision was made for him by Dragonair as it began to slither up the embankment, past Craig and into the large gaping maw of the cave in front of them. Following the Pokémon, Craig soon found himself inside a large damp cave filled with jade crystals that seemed to be naturally buried within the walls, floors and ceiling. As he took in the dark sparking green gems, a flash of blue in the corner of his eyes pulled his attention and view forward - the tail of Dragonair had just slipped under a hole in the ground, the end of a wooden ladder held tightly together with rope just barely visible through the dim light.

Hurrying over, Craig began to climb down the ladder - swearing under his breath as he momentarily forgot he was wearing high heels and almost slipped off the very first step - and followed Dragonair down deeper into the den. When he finally reached the bottom, Craig turned around and let out a hushed “Wow…” as he saw the absolutely massive cavern in front of him: The only indication that there was a ceiling were the sharp ends of stalactites piercing out through the otherwise pitch black fog - as Craig stared he could have sworn he saw Zubats fluttering around as well. But again, a flash of blue in front of him caught his eye as Dragonair came to stop at the edge of a collapsed stone bridge. As Craig walked up to it, he noticed that there was a large lake that seemed to cover the entire room, with the only real piece of land being an ancient oriental looking shrine resting in the very middle of the cave.

As he stared at the temple Craig began to feel that fluttery warmth appear in his chest again, but this time it seemed to be even stronger as his breathing became a little but heavier too. It was… it was almost as if he were anticipating something, but what? And why did Lance seem to be so important, somehow? He was an actual character in the Pokémon games, so why did Craig feel like he was the key to all this…? His curiosity and resolve strengthening, he began to walk over to Dragonair as it automatically slipped into the still, silent lake and began to surf the second Craig saddled down onto it. But whilst this trip across was much longer than the one above, it wasn’t anywhere near as fun - the second Dragonair starting swimming an uncomfortable tightness had wrapped itself around Craig’s waist, and no matter how hard he tried to shift and shuffle around on his seat it didn’t want to go away. Sighing with frustration, Craig blamed it on the dress he was wearing - he remembered it had always hugged his hips and was initially going to get it retailored, but then a certain someone had convinced her otherwise…

Shaking his head again, Craig decided now probably wasn’t the best time to be thinking such raunchy things whilst riding a Pokémon. Fortunately the tightness seemed to have disappeared - in fact Craig actually felt more comfy now, especially around his thighs as it felt like he was now actually sitting on a cushion as he rode Dragonair across the lake. Unfortunately the cushiony comfort didn’t last long as they finally reached the temple, and Craig hopped off Dragonair and onto the other end of the ancient stone bridge that had crumbled away over the hundreds of years it had been there. Turning around, Craig took the Pokéball in his hand once again before finally clicking the button and watching sadly as the Pokémon disappeared in a flash of red light.

As he started to walk towards the temple Craig was about to clip the Pokéball amongst the others on his waist, but paused when his eyes rested on two boxes attached to the wall on the right side of the ancient wooden door.

Making his way across the rickety floor - Craig always remembered how much he hated wearing high heels every time he came down here - Craig opened the first one and his eyes widened as he saw six Pokéballs neatly resting in the circular indents made into the dark soft fabric interior. If those Pokéballs were there, then that meant… Moving over to open the other box, Craig opened it find the same interior albiet empty. In an almost automatic fashion Craig found himself placing Dragonair’s Pokéball into the first concave; appreciating how snugly it slotted in before taking the next Pokéball and placing it in the next. Whilst he could easily remember Clair’s team, he wasn’t sure how he could tell that one was the one that contained the other Dragonair, or how he knew that they were actually sisters and preferred being close to each other when resting inside the Pokéballs. The final two were a Gyarados and a Kingdra respectively, the two of which were also female, and whilst there were still two empty spots he could recall having a Charizard and Aerodactyl that he only used vs scheduled rematches.

Craig sighed softly - he was just stalling, wasn’t he? Closing the lid of his box, he began to walk over to the ancient wooden door and lifted a hand to knock on it… but he paused as he noticed the fluttery feeling had now spread downwards to his stomach… and to his crotch. “God damn it, n-not now!” he hissed in a hushed tone, his glove squeaking slightly as his hand tightened into a fist. Taking a big deep breath, Craig then forced himself to knock three times -

“Come in!” said a deep, calm and confident voice that made Craig’s heart stop the second he heard it. Placing a hand on the door, Craig gently pushed it open and waited for it to slowly creak across the rotting floorboards before slipping inside once there was a big enough gap to squeeze through. The door then slammed shut behind him almost immediately, causing him to jump on the spot as he took in the room he was now in: two tiki torches were the only source of light now, causing warm flickering orange to bathe the Den and give it a somewhat homely, isolated aura… and to Craig’s’ confusion, a sort of intimacy? On the left and right walls was a mural of a Gyarados coursing through a large torrent of water; it was the only thing that really looked imposing to Craig thanks to the dimness… but then his eyes fell on the figure standing in front of him, and even though they were turned around Craig instantly knew who it was from the long black cape and the silhouette of that spiky pushed back hair…

“L-Lance…!” Craig gasped before putting a hand to his slender, smooth neck - it felt like a horrible combination of not drinking water in ages and the sensation of something being stuck in his throat. Trying his best to be as quiet as he could as he tried to cough the feeling away, his eyes remained fixated on Lance as he turned around and stared at Craig directly with those deep dark eyes of his… staring back into them, Craig felt like he could just stand here forever if he didn’t just melt away… that familiar but uncomfortable tightness appeared around his crotch once again, and Craig immediately covered it with his hands.

“I’m glad you could make it, Clair.” Lance said as a warm smirk grew on his face. “It’s been a long time since we’ve last… talked with each other, hasn’t it?”

Craig could only hum and nod in response as the dryness continued to stick in his throat. Lance chuckled softly and said “I’m not surprised you’re so nervous. Especially after last time, heh…” A laugh suddenly came out of Craig’s mouth, but it wasn’t the type of one he was expecting: Instead of a similarly deep chuckle, a husky feminine laugh floated out; causing Lance’s smile to widen and Craig’s mouth to drop. “I’ve missed that laugh, too…” he started to calmly stride over to Craig, and each step he made seemed to send vibrations through the woodwork and straight up Craig’s spine. As the champion drew closer and closer, Craig noticed a warmth spreading all over his body and the arousing tightness in his crotch only continuing to intensify. Butterflies dancing in his stomach, Craig started to smell a heavy, woody smell that made him feel even warmer and excitable; it was only when Lance stopped directly in front of him that he realised it was his cologne. This realisation caused Craig to shudder; his hands fidgeting as restlessness and an urge to do something with them seemed to take over - but what?

“What did you miss about me, Clair?” he asked softly - Craig opened his mouth to tell him that wasn’t his name, but the words faltered as he saw Lance raise a hand up to gently stroke one of the long locks of blue hair that poked out from his head. His heart pounding against his chest, Craig’s breath became heavier with each second as he felt Lance’s own exhalations gently tickle his face - those striking eyes were so much closer now too; the only thing Craig could muster to say was “I-I…” in his higher pitched voice. Whilst he definitely felt like he just stare at Lance forever, Craig found his eyes were now moving down to the champion’s lips: Although they obviously weren’t anywhere near as plump as his, there was just something about the sight of them that made Craig want - need to kiss him right away.

“S-Something’s not right…” Craig finally muttered as he took a couple steps back from Lance. “I-I shouldn’t be here…”

“It’s okay to be nervous, Clair.” Lance said as he took one step forwards. “I know how much we both were the first time all those years ago…”

Craig frowned and rubbed his head. “F-first time? What…?”

“You’re such a tease, aren’t you?” Lance chuckled as his eyes drifted to the side. “It happened a year ago - of course we’ve known each other for much longer, but every since we’d first met I think we both felt that tension between us… It was definitely our love for Dragon types that really brought us together, and when I finally managed to take a day off being the champion, I knew I had to come here and see you as soon as possible.” A warmth flushed over Craig’s face along with a shy smile as he heard that, but continued to stay quiet as Lance added; “Of course with both our busy schedules it was almost impossible to find a even half an hour where you were free and the Elder wasn’t down here tending to the shrine… but just like today, I managed to find an opportunity and took it immediately.”

Lance then chuckled, and in the orange warmth of the flames Craig could have sworn he was blushing himself now. “You know, as I waited for you that first time… I was actually nervous. Funny, isn’t it? I’ve been a Champion for years and an member of the Elite Four for even longer than that… and there I was, sitting in an ancient shrine getting nervous!” His eyes then refocused on Craig, who could see that they gained a sort of glint to them. “But then you came in and I turned around… The second I saw you it just all disappeared and was replaced with something else…”

Lance took a couple more steps forward and was back to being right in front of Craig, but this time he didn’t feel the need to step away and instead just stood there taking in the scent of that wonderful cologne his boyfriend was wearing - with every breath he took it felt like it was filling his head and clogging up his already aroused mind. It was getting hard to for Craig to think now; he… he wasn’t sure why but he felt like something was wrong and he couldn’t solve it by himself… Lance’s hand then cupped Craig’s chin, and he gasped as he felt his head tilt up slightly.

“Can you guess what we did next?”

As Craig peered into Lance’s eyes, there was just something about them made him feel all so good yet made his knees feel so weak… even though there was still that now tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him that something was wrong, Craig ignored it and allowed his lust and desire to do the thinking for him. Raising one of his own gloved hands now, he gently cupped the side of Lance’s face before saying “I… I think I do~” before they both leaned their heads forward a little and -

Sparks of pleasure jolted through Craig’s body as his lips met with Lance, the two of them moaning softly as their initial kiss became something more. As they continued making out, the taste of cherry suddenly flooded Craig’s mouth - for a moment he thought Lance was wearing lipstick, but realised that that was just incredibly silly to think when he remembered putting on lipstick earlier today! As this memory came to the front of his mind, Craig’s lips were covered in a light creamy peach coating, but that wasn’t all - his lips began to slowly inflate as they were filled with soft tissue that made them even more kissable for Lance, who then gently pushed his tongue into Craig’s mouth. Craig hummed in surprise at the sudden sensation, but it immediately melted into a moan as his eyes started to shine with that same lustful sheen; his tongue brushing against Lance’s as it gingerly explored the inside of his mouth.

Their embrace clearly becoming steamier by the second, Craig had noticed how heavy his chest felt. Glancing down, Craig noticed that it wasn’t because Lance had his hand on his chest because one was cupped around the back of his head and the other was now wrapping itself around his waist… perhaps it was just a side effect of all the desire that was coursing through him, the building need inside him that was just straining his body somehow. But if Craig had continued to keep looking down at his chest, he would have seen the true reason behind the pressure on his chest: Just like his lips a minute or so ago, the area around his nipples was beginning to fill up with the same sort of pillowy flesh that caused a bosom to quickly flare out and fill Craig’s dress with a pair of D sized breasts. As this transformation happened, waves and waves of pleasure surged out from Craig’s nipples and all over his entire body; causing a loud, long hum of satisfaction to vibrate around Lance’s tongue.

Breaking the kiss as he pulled his head back, Lance asked “Is everything okay?”

“It’s… it’s more than okay, babe.” Craig replied between breaths. “I just feel so good now…” his hands found themselves resting on Lance’s shoulders, taking in how broad, though and overall manly they felt in his palms. “I uhm… I was wondering if, seeing as we might have to wait so long until we meet again…” he slowly leaned his head forward, leaning it onto one of Lance’s shoulders before saying in a hushed yet sultry tone: “If we can make your memory of this even more interesting than your first~” Pulling his head back, Craig looked curiously at Lance and couldn’t resist biting a lip and raising one of his blue eyebrows to make his suggestion more persuasive than it already was.

Lance’s answer came quickly but unexpectedly - it seemed that in the amount of time it took for Craig to simply blink, Lance had lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Craig’s wide, womanly waist before hoisting his him off the floor. A surprised and excited squeal of a laugh initially came out of Craig’s throat, but as Lance carried him over to a wooden table that lay on the opposite side of the shrine the laugh quickly quietened and morphed into a moan. Placing Craig down on the edge of the table, Lance immediately resumed kissing him as his hands wrapped around his waist once more, although this time he could feel them fumble and climb up his back as they frantically searched for the zip. Eventually they found it, and with a hard tug they began to slowly pull it down and peel the skintight latex off of Craig ’s body - feeling the cool air hit his exposed skin was pure bliss all on its own, especially once his large, perky breasts were released and hanging freely on his chest. Shuddering as he let out a shaky satisfied sigh, Craig couldn’t help but just stare at them… the pale fleshy orbs that looked so round and big… he wasn’t sure why he was staring at them so fervently when he saw them all day every day… but as his eyes looked up, he let out a sultry chuckle as he became sure as to why Lance was staring at them.

“Do you like what you see, Lance~?” he asked before bringing his slender arms close to his chest before pressing his breasts together and causing his bosom to look even bouncier and enticing. “Was it worth all that waiting~?” Seeing how speechless his boyfriend was, along with the sheer awe and desire than shone in his eyes made the odd tightening sensation in Craig’s crotch strengthen even more, even if it seemed to be feeling smaller and smaller by the minute. Lance eventually managed to give an answer; just like before it was made with actions and not words as he resumed kissing Craig with an almost ravenous hunger - a twinge of pleasure sprouted from Craig’s breast as Lance started to gently knead and massage the pillowy flesh, and as the zip began to reach Craig’s still flat rear he felt himself beginning to instinctively buck and thrust against his lover, causing what remained of the dress that still clung to his body to shuffle off and drift to the floor.

Pulling backwards once again, Lance simply stared at Craig’s fully exposed body as he stared down at a particularly interesting tent that had been pitched in his dark blue and orange trousers… trousers that were now being hurriedly unzipped. Craig sat back a bit further on the table before spreading his legs wide to reveal the almost nonexistent nub that nestled within the newly formed tight wet walls. His body sleek with sweat, Craig moaned out “What are you waiting for, champ~? You don’t need any badges to make me yours~” Yet again, Lance’s answer was wordless as he parted and pulled both his trousers and pants down - the two of them gasped, Lance with relief and Craig in lustful awe as his fully erect member pushed out: Craig’s eyes eagerly ate up the sexual sight in front of him as a warm wave pulsated out from his crotch as the testicles that were resting within his wide fertile hips started to slowly work their way inside of his body. Meanwhile, Lance had began to stagger over towards Craig before grabbing his shoulders and -

“Ohhhhh yes~!” Craig wailed as Lance’s thick throbbing tip finally pushed itself into his newly formed womanhood and started to fill her up - the sensation of his length rubbing against her inner walls was unlike anything she’d ever felt before; her eyes rolled back as warm hot sparks flared out across her body and bombarded her senses. But unbeknownst to Craig was that with every inch that Lance put inside of her caused his still morphing testicles to bury themselves even further within her body and adding more fuel to the passionate lustful fire that was blazing within. Eventually Lance’s entire shaft was inside of Craig, who was shuddering and quivering constantly at the sensation of being filled - it was like there had been an aching emptiness inside of her that was no longer there, and as another blissful wave washed over her body from her crotch as the remains of her manhood finally transformed into a pair of ovaries, Craig felt her body start to do something automatically: She was now thrusting up and down on Lance’s member, her breasts jiggling and swaying slightly from the sheer force and need to fuck that had totally overwhelmed her thoughts and clouded her mind. Lance himself was initially in the same predicament, just standing there and gripping Craig’s shoulders tightly as soft growls and grunts creaked out of him, but it didn’t take long before he started thrusting in return and ensuring that he was effectively always mostly inside of Craig. Soon, the only sounds that could be heard coming out from the shrine were the muffled coos, moans and grunts of the lovers along with a wet slapping sound from the constant thwacking of flesh against flesh.

Soon the pace of their thrusts began to quicken to the point where the table Craig was resting on started to creak and wobble from the repetitive back and forth, back and forth motions as a continuous hollow thudding now added itself to the sensual mix of sounds as the table’s front legs tapped the wooden floor again and again and again. With every minute that passed this sound only continued to fasten along with the pitch of Craig’s moans and wails as the two of them kept fucking, and eventually Craig noticed that his boyfriend’s length had started to thicken from the base up; eventually resulting in his already swollen tip enlarging by a slightly yet still oh so satisfying amount - the sensation of her tight wet walls being stretched that little bit more was the icing on the cake for Craig as he felt a trembling warmth build around his abdomen.

“C-Clair~!” Lance groaned as his hands dug even harder on her shoulders. “I… I think I’m…~!” Craig’s legs automatically moved to wrap themselves equally as tight around her boyfriend’s waist before pulling him close and moaning as he filled her completely for the last time.

“Do it~!” she moaned, her hands grabbing at his arms and digging their blue nails into his sleeves. “Fucking fill me up, babe~!” It was this passionate plea that finally tipped Lance over the edge, and with a mighty masculine roar he unleashed his orgasm deep into Craig - the feeling of warmth spreading and accumulating inside him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and with a shrill shriek of “YES~!” he too finally reached his first female climax and coated Lance’s member with his own orgasm. It was now that the final change of Craig’s body occured as his notably flat rear now ballooned out with the same copious amounts of pillowy, jiggly flesh that had filled out her breasts and lips earlier; causing her to rise a couple centimeters or so as the two rested against each other. After a minute or so quiet relaxation and exhaustion from their passionate session, Lance let out a satisfied sigh before saying “So uhm… did you enjoy that, Clair?”

“Mmhmm~” She replied, shuddering for one last time as she felt her boyfriend’s cock leave her. As Lance shuffled to pull his trousers up, Clair simply bit her lip as she ogled him for a couple seconds before sliding off the table and landing her feet directly into the leg holes of her dress. As she bent over to grab the front section, she couldn’t help but laugh softly as she realised her breasts were dangling right in front of Lance - and that he was ogling her back. Positioning herself so that her bubbly round ass jutted out from behind for a couple moments, she then pulled the dress up and wiggled herself into it before turning around and giving Lance a fuller view of her butt. “Mind zipping me back up again~?” Slowly but surely, Clair heard and felt the zip go up her spine; the cool latex dress hugging and straining against her hips and clinging to her back as it finally reached the top. “Thanks~” she said before gasping as Lance gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Don’t forget your cape,” he said warmly before clasping it onto Clair for her. Turning around, she then returned the favour with a quick peck of her own to Lance’s lips… God, the smell of his cologne was almost enough for her to just push him onto the ground and have a rematch… but Claire decided against and stood back, saying “I have to go now, babe. I think it’s almost time for the next couple of trainers to arrive, and if I don’t head back soon they’ll all get suspicious, heh~” Lance smiled and nodded, saying “I know - the elder should be coming back soon too, so I should probably make myself scarce as well.” A small pout forming on her face, Clair began to hesitantly walk across the ancient shrine towards the door, but just before she opened it she turned around and said: “Thanks, Lance~ I don’t think I’ll ever forget what’s happened today,” and then another sultry smile appeared as she added “Unless you feel like scheduling another time I can enter the Dragon’s Den…~”