Red the Conqueror 39

It was rare for Red and Blue to separate. Sometimes they went their own separate ways for shopping, gathering supplies could always be done more efficiently if they divided the tasks, and Fuchsia was big and everything was spread very far apart, so that made it even more relevant to split up.

Red took only one Pokémon with him, and left his other Pokémon, including his first partner, with Blue, who would be taking her sweet time. She had a lot more supplies specific to her that she needed to buy, after all, and buying food and travel toiletries didn't take too long for Red to do.

More importantly, Red had a specific intent.

When he was done, he dumped the stuff at the hotel room, and then let the Pokémon he had with him loose.

The red Eon Dragon, Latias, appeared in a burst of light, her telepathic connection intensifying and magnifying. It was always there, in the background of his mind, always present. Had been since that time with the Gyarados.

Her presence was oddly comforting, but also heavy. She was so much more than he was, an entity of such incredible power, which seemed to only increase more and more as he fought and trained alongside her. A connection that had become overwhelming.

The red dragon was joyful to be released from her Ball, she was obedient, of course, always had been and always would be. He had defeated her in combat and earned her allegiance. He had then trained her to become even stronger, further solidifying her devotion to him as her trainer.

But there was something more, something that shouldn't have been there, a connection forged deeper than it ever should've been.

There was a feeling all too human, too familiar with Red. She had taken much from him when they had connected at the level of the heart.

But there was a requirement, a firm one he wouldn't budge on, and she had to know that, she had to be aware of it, which was why Red wanted to make matters absolutely clear with Latias, so that she may-

A wave of psychic power, warping and changing reality, power made manifest, mind over matter... Learning an ability that should never have been possible for Latias to learn, out of nothing other than sheer undiluted desire to achieve the impossible.

Latias' form shifted and changed, twisted and turned, and soon the almost jet-like form of the Eon Dragon became shrouded in rainbow lights, downy feathers from her plummage molting all over the place, red and white as she came down, a figure slowly, little but surely, becoming more humanoid by the moment.

Latias had just taught herself how to transform.

And she only had one singular, absolute desire in her mind.

"Make me your woman, my master," she said, reaching with a naked, very human hand, towards him. Golden eyes blinked, hair spread in twin tails with two peaks reminiscent of her horns, and a voluptuous, firm and slim body, with wide hips, nice and thick thighs, and a prodigious chest, creating an hourglass figure that matched her cute, smiling face, and cheerful demeanor.

Okay.

Red thought for a few moments.

Did that count?

...

It definitely counted. All beautiful women in Kanto were eligible to become a part of his harem. Now, exactly what she had been before she became such a beautiful woman mattered little to Red, what mattered was that Latias was right there, wearing exactly as much as she had in her dragon form, and she wanted to become his woman officially.

He stroked his chin and thought to himself. He'd have to get her some sexy undies later. Definitely would see about finding her some Latias themed clothes. Maybe a maid outfit?

"Ohh, I like that one!" Latias said. "Servant's clothes! They would fit me really well! The ones with the short skirt, I want to make sure I am always accessible and available to handle my master's needs!" she said, bringing her hands together with a wide smile.

Well, that was good. She really was reading his mind even as he observed her, huh?

"Yes! My heart and yours are connected, my master," she spoke, "ahh, I can sense the enormity of your love, I am so happy!" she said, hugging herself and wiggling in place, closing her eyes and blushing from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, "my master's desire is so strong, it's suffocating, ahhn, so human bodies are like this! No wonder you're always thinking about sex and having sex, my master!"

He didn't always think about sex and having sex. Only most of the time.

"I can't wait anymore!!"

The hotel room had thick walls, but they still trembled from the energy radiating from the humanoid dragon as her psychic power went haywire, she obviously didn't have the same fine control that she did as a Dragon, but she still had enough to throw herself, via levitation, on the bed, her legs spread, hands on her thighs to keep her crotch open.

"Take me my master!" she cried out in ecstatic joy and anticipation, her toes wiggling. He got the impression that she was actually very happy about having functional fingers, she kept drumming them on her own thighs.

Red shook his head. She was very excited and very eager, but, she was also a first timer as a woman, and more importantly, she was a dear partner that he wanted to be sweet, tender and-

Fuck that.

His shirt and pants were off in moments, and he damn near leaped the entire distance to the bed in a single bound, he was on top of her in moments.

His lips mashed to hers and their senses seemed to mix and share with each other, he could scarcely tell what he was feeling and what she was feeling. The same connection he remembered from before came back again. Rainbow light shimmered from her skin as he felt her psychic presence grow even stronger in his mind, until he could no longer tell which thought was his and which was hers.

So he cast away his sense of self and focused everything on her, focused everything on every single cell of her skin, on every nerve that lit up and triggered a response as his hands glided from the outside of her thighs, along her waist and hips, meeting at the dip of her torso and sliding up and over her ribs until he grabbed onto her generous chest.

She was perfectly fit for his hands, just big enough that when he squeezed a little spilled over, when he pressed his palms, pleasure overflowed, and when his thumb and pointer found her nipple, he could calculate exactly the right amount of pressure to give her ultimate pleasure.

His movements were answered in kind, she laid back and spread her legs, letting him get closer, letting him press his rapidly hardening erection on her, and feeling intense pleasure echo and cascade between them as her legs crossed behind the small of his back and he rubbed his shaft and glans along her juicy, sticky and slick pussy, which was sopping wet in just moments.

She had made her body to be perfect for him. Crafted everything about it for him. No thought remained in Latias other than sheer, undiluted and uninterrupted affection. Everything was happiness and bliss and fulfillment, and Red was almost overwhelmed by the sensation of her exploding pleasure as he pressed his sex to hers.

Her back arched and she stuck her chest out, he squeezed her breast and made her nipple, stiff as a little pink salt pebble, stand out, giving him the opportunity to latch his mouth onto it, sucking and slurping and lavishing the sensitive flesh with attention and saliva using his tongue, the cascading pleasure growing even more.

His other hand went lower, guiding his cock into her pussy, he didn't need to even think about it, let alone look, they were so perfectly compatible that he found the right hole without thought and pushed it in, the pressure of her insides and the heat of her pussy and its juices bouncing back and forth between them, making them both feel the pleasure of penetration on both ends, penetrating and being penetrated, mixing together into the singular thoughto f sex.

Red's hips raised and then he rocked them to help her stretch and prepare, but it wasn't needed, she was ready for him, both physically and mentally, and even more so, she was ready emotionally. He had only put the very tip of his dick inside her, but he was about to push the rest of it in.

Even though this would officially make her his woman, she had already given everything that was her to him, her mind, her body and her very soul, she had commended to him as her trainer and now, her master. He could even understand her feelings with a degree of perfection that was impossible for anyone else.

And he couldn't help but love that simple minded sincere self.

She had touched his heart and liked what she found there, and that was all that she needed. Everything else was a great bonus for sure, but, nothing mattered more than her deep love for the man whose heart she had combined with hers.

Thrusting in, Red felt like a spring was coiling near his core, near her core, between them, connecting them, it was hard to know where he ended and she started, he pushed deep into her and found the pleasure bouncing back to him, pulled back and felt as if she was him and he was her. Becoming one flesh, one mind, one soul, had never been quite as literal as it was right then.

Even as his vision was clouded, the image he was seeing did not fade, Red did not need his eyes, expanding his awareness through the psychic power shared between himself and his other half, everything was as open and obvious as it could possibly ever be.

He made love to her, and he did so with gusto.

Pushing in and touching her heart, tightening up the coil between them. Pulling back, and feeling a brief moment of loss, an emptiness that was forestalled by anticipation and excitement, by the warmth and knowledge of their bond, which reassured them both of what was coming, of what would be, reassured them both that they would come together again.

And so he went back in, thrusting, and came back out, pulling back. Pushing in, stretching her tight pussy taut, pulling back, the flare of his glans scrapping against just the right spots, scratching every itch, touching every one of her pleasure buttons, a pussy made exactly and specifically for his cock.

Her breathing was labored and quick, as she panted and moaned in ever climbing desire and lust. And he was no different, though he made little noise, he didn't need to, not with her, neither needed to do anything or say anything or even think anything, instincts and the voice of the heart were all that they needed.

With such intense and affectionate love being shared, was it any wonder that it lasted but a few fleeting moments?

Red scarcely even realized he was about to orgasm, he was so focused on her, but their pleasure exploded and their existences merged fully and completely for that one brief moment of absolute blissful nirvana, an instant of cosmic awareness as they reached the zenith of existence that only could be glimpsed momentarily.

Some said that it was possible to see the face of God, when one was about to die, and some, Kalosians in particular, called an orgasm the 'little death', for how it seemed to bring one closer to God.

Wasn't God supposed to be Arceus?

Red saw the eyes of an infinite entity, a black shadow in the vague shape of a quadruped with a long neck, and was then cast back to the world of the living, as his eyes opened, and he realized he was on his back, and Latias was resting her head on his chest, and everything that had happened, had happened, it wasn't a really weird dream, he hadn't consumed any sort of hallucinogenic drugs from Janine's poisons stash...

Latias really had taken the form of a human, and given her everything to him.

He took a deep breath, and then, relaxed, a thought niggling at the back of his mind.

"Yes! I can assume my dragon form and still carry you on my back, my master!" she replied, knowing exactly what was bothering him. "Nothing makes me happier than being useful to you," she said. "... except being one with you, my master!"

She didn't really need to say it like that, but, he could literally feel how happy she was to say it that way, so he let it be.

The question was, how would he explain the entire thing to Blue? And hell... what would Latios do to him when he learned Red had fucked his sister?

Latias snuggled up against him, providing no response, neither with her voice, nor with her heart, though he could sense deep amusement coming from her as his thoughts began to race regarding both explanations. Would Blue think he was some sort of crazy weirdo for doing it with a Pokémon, even if she had transformed into human form?

Or would she just accept it? He knew some people made exceptions for humanlike Pokémon, especially psychic types that possessed the ability to communicate through telepathy and could be said to have intelligence equal to or even superior to that of the average human.

But would Blue?

It was strange to think he was so worried about what Blue would think... but at least, to that, Latias sent him a pulse of reassuring warmth and confidence.

A thought passed through his mind.

Somewhere else, Blue was wondering why Latios had just telepathically transferred a message to her to buy a maid outfit.