Zekrom and I ((Rho and Pink))

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"Oh gods that feels amazing! Zekrom you have to try this! The water is amazing!" Maggie sighed in relief as she let the hotspring soak into her bones. The water was hot enough that light wisps of steam drifted lazily off the surface. It made her sweat from the heat, but she liked sweating. Some of the funnest activities ever involved heavy sweating.

"Seriously! Stop being a wimp and join me!" She extended a leg up out of the water, curling her toes and stretching her foot out. She had very fair skin and vibrantly red hair, on top of that her physique was something to see. She spent a lot of time running and exercising, so she was very fit. Even though her breasts were humble B-cups, they were proportioned perfectly for her body. Her uncle had always said she'd lucked out in the body department....which was creepy in a sort of sense. But her family had never been prudish when it came to such matters.

"Are you afraid that I'm gonna bite the mighty Zekrom? Or laugh at him as he enters the pool? C'mon big guy! Let's go!" She'd lucked out on another matter, her first and only Pokeman wasn't just any old Pokeman. She'd saved her one Masterball and ninja'd her way through absurd dangers just so she could catch the ultimate Pokeman, one so powerful she'd never need another. Because of this she liked to tease him, as she didn't think the fact that his Trainer was a green girl still in her teens pleased him much. Of course, she would't tease him if he would just get over it and play along with her.

As of current they were camped deep in the woods, where she knew powerful wild Pokemen lurked. Being as impressive as he was, he couldn't just throw him at Weedle's and Ratatata's. He needed challenging opponents if they were gonna get stronger. And after a long day of training, the hotspring really hit the spot.

 

[Rho_Wolf]

Zekrom narrowed his eyes as her voice lifted up to him atop his rocky perch. Like always, unless they were actually doing something, the large dragon pokeman found a place to brood upon. Life was not always like this. He was a king among the lesser creatures, a god even as all trembled before his might and power. And then... that little sprite of a bitch lobbed a ball at him. That was the end of the life he had known and loved. Huffing irritably he at least gave enough courtesy to respond. "I do not need it. My muscles do not ache," he voiced in guttural drawl, hinting at his ever present superiority complex.

The continuing splashing and lapping of water against the rocks of the hot spring wore on his patience. She treated this as a game. If he was to be stuck with this.... trainer, then she had spent enough time resting. An irrate sigh escaped his draconian maws, eyes falling somewhat. The thought of living inside that dreaded ball was a nightmarish one, but at least then he would have some formal peace and quiet. It had been a disorienting experience, to be in... nothingness. It was only him, his thoughts, and the endless abyss completely enshrouding him.

Her teasing questions and further prodding snapped him from that momentary meditation. With an annoyed growl, Zekrom stood up. With the use of his wings he descended down to the hot spring with a lofting grace, staring down at the young girl afterward with menace in his red eyes.

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

"There you are! And maybe you've got those big super-dense dragon muscles, but all I've got are these normal human ones." She pointed her foot at him, not particularly intimidated by his glaring. She knew very well that he could utterly obliterate her with less effort than eating, but for some reason she'd never been afraid of any Pokemen, fascinated yes, aroused definitely, and at times disgusted....as their were some rather repulsive ones out there, but not once had she ever been afraid of them. She probably should show him the respect he deserved, but he was an ass most of the time. "And I have to run everywhere....so why don't you stop brooding and relax?" She leaned back, stretching her arms over her head, and action that caused her breasts to emerge from the water. "I promise once I'm done we are going deeper into the woods. I've heard there are some wild Pokemen in there strong enough to ward off Gym Leaders even." She kept speaking even as she rolled onto her back and floated towards the center of the spring, the front of her body completely nude and exposed above the water. The heat had turned her fair skin a nice rosy pink.

"Though none of them have any Pokemen half as impressive as you are." She threw in that compliment in the hopes of placating Zekrom's ego. She really did hope he'd learn to like her, hell she'd be happy if he just accepted her. It wasn't as though she was weak, and she had ambition. Hell she ran headlong through a gauntlet of traps, stupidly high class wild Pokemen, and many other natural dangers with no protection to get him. But apparently he didn't recognize her achievement as impressive, which was partially why she picked on him. He was a damn fine sight too. His dark skin and darker plating, the superbly toned muscle, and those eyes....he had a powerful allure to him. She liked powerful things, perhaps that was why she had obsessed over getting him.

Maybe she'd been silly, all those nights dreaming of finding him. Part of her had always imagined he'd be this noble creature, impressed by her courage and conviction he'd lend her his power, and together they'd carve a legend into the world. So what she hadn't spent twenty years gathering and training the perfect team, spending hours out in the wilderness grinding through hundreds if not thousands of wild Pokemen to make hers the strongest, only then to finally come and challenge him. Why do that when the perfect one was right there to be had? Just then she realized that she'd been holding his gaze as she was thinking and jerked, losing her balance and sinking into the pool.

"Damn it!" She sputtered as she came back up. That probably didn't help her image in his eyes any.

 

[Rho_Wolf]

Zekrom fumed heatedly, his nostrils flaring and expelling a bit of visible smoke. "Weak human ones," he corrected. He loathed the captive pokemen. They spent their entire lives in the servitude of their trainers. And yet he was one himself now as well. How the mighty have fallen. "Find some pansy Pidgeot to fly on if you're tired of running," Zerkom quipped back, crossing toned arms over his chest. The black plating over his body even gave the appearance of muscles, adding significant visible bulk to his appearance. That was not to say that he was all show, however. Tall and with a chiseled build as if he had been carved out of dulled obsidian, Zerkom was the alpha male of wing draconians. Of course, he'd still never offer her to ride on his back, even if her slender weight would have posed no problem for his strength.

His previous anger at her left aside for another time, Zekrom lowered himself to a crouch at the foot of the hot spring. "There had better be. Everywhere I look, rats, furred rats, and feathered rats." Everything was a rat to him. Including her. Red-headed rat, with a nice rack as far as humans of her size went, but a red-headed and tailless rat all the same. He scoffed with a bit of a pleased air to him when she complimented him, not unlike a celebrity being gushed over by an over eager fan. "At least you are learning the way of things finally." A hairless brow was raised as he noticed her almost trance like state. Red eyes drifted along her naked figure with a mild appreciation of her sexuality. What exposed dark flesh laid in between the plating along his body tensed unconsciously. He could have taken her if desired as much . She was still the same annoying girl that dared to collar him, he reminded himself, and was reminded by her as well when she suddenly sunk comically into the water.

Zekrom rolled his eyes at the idiocy of entertaining thoughts about her attractiveness. Her drenched hair covering her eyes like a soggy mop, she was now a sea rat. Grunting dismissively at her, he stood up, uncaring that a bit of an erection had spread out of the protective sheath of his lower armored plates. As he turned, his wings flexed somewhat, the muscles of his back rippling in preparation. "Hurry up," he ordered as if he were the one actually in charge of their little training excursion.