Everything felt fuzzy.
Is this what it's like to be dead?
The world seemed so distant, all sensation felt like it was someone else's. She remembered she'd died. But the memory didn't come. Almost nothing did. Only vague feelings, emotions, and ideas. It was almost like she was flying, or, suspended at least. Floating on nothing, in a world of hazy thoughts and white light.
If this is what it's like, I'll be fine like this forever.
But something was happening. It was slow, so much so that she hadn't noticed it at first. It was as if reality itself was twisting. Warping around her, picking up speed. Color began to blend with the pristine white glow, dulling its radiance. Feeling was returning, her body felt weight, and flesh, and bone... so stiff...
What's going on? Am I not dead? Was I not shown the way by Arceus?
The world crashed around her, and everything went still. She felt terrible, like a bad night's sleep had ravaged her being. Her body was heavy, and slow. It didn't seem to want to move. Her mind was groggy and unfocused. She felt sick. Her eyes peeled open as a dull ringing faded in. She was...
what?
The walls were a white she'd only seen on the teeth of newborns, so devoid of any other colors it hurt to look at. The place was like a cave, but with edges like she'd never seen, so flat and straight... There was light too, but not like fire or lightning. It was consistent, like the sun, but the color... It felt unnatural.
She managed to turn her head, and a pair of pokemon she'd never seen before came into view. They were bipedal, normal types if she had to guess, but they were much different than any normal types she'd seen before. They seemed to be talking. Arguing maybe?
Why not just battle?
She tried to listen, but only heard more of that piercing ring. Her head hurt, and she let it fall back down, tired of the strain. They seemed to notice, and they stopped arguing. Or more, one of them broke away from the other and rushed towards her. Dracozolt would've flinched backwards, if her body had been responding like normal. Instead she tensed slightly, shifting her head back some. The pokemon reached forwards and held Dracozolt's head. It had a concerned look, and was saying something, but even the sharp tone she was hearing previously had begun to fade. She felt herself slipping into sleep, like slowly sliding down a hill. Her vision tunneled, and she could feel her heartbeat.
So... I am... still... alive...
She woke much easier than before. The strange feeling of numbness and hazy thoughts had disappeared, replaced with the fantastically familiar feeling of just being tired. She pulled open her eyes, finding she was laying on her side. She was in another strange place, impossibly straight and flat surfaces, much like when she'd woken up the first time. But this place felt pleasant, and warm. She was on something soft, even softer than any nest she'd been able to make before. She stretched, feeling comfy and warm. Something flexed. Something she had never felt before. It pressed partially against her, jerking against her upper crotch. The more she noticed, the more she felt it. It was warm, and the flex had been pleasurable, like a ripple of sensation that tickled her brain. She did it again, this time holding taught and capturing the drawn out sensation. Her eyes drifted down as she took in her surroundings.
No, that can't be right.
Something was wrong with her waist. It was discolored, and HUGE. Her hips flared out far larger than they should, and in trying to move, she felt them heave with a weight she'd never experienced. The flexing. Dracozolt froze as it bobbed into view. A monstrous penis, tracing down below towards her own crotch.
No...
The thing nearly came up to her face, the shaft trying to reach up to press against her chest.
How is this real? Didn't I die? How is this possible?
A thousand questions roared through her mind, all the while one thought grew louder, echoing off her skull as one shaky arm reached forward.
What does it feel like?
She gripped the stiff shaft, the pliable outer skin giving way for her to squeeze the engorged tissue underneath. It felt so good, even to just squeeze a section of the thing was amazing. She failed to stop a yelp of surprise as pleasure shot through her brain. "Draahh!" And she couldn't even get her claws all the way around. Something on the wall moved, making a clicking sound. She tried to jump to her feet, but her lower half was far slower than she was used to, and ended up in more of a stumble, falling forward to her knees on the soft pad she'd woken up on. Sounds filled the room, something like... speech? But... It was too complex to be a pokemon. They twisted and swirled, drawing into patterns and rhythms Dracozolt couldn't understand.
A head popped inside. It was the pokemon from earlier! The one who'd held her head and tried to speak to her. Well, even now that Dracozolt could hear, it seemed she wouldn't have been able to understand the strange pokemon anyway. The pokemon's eyes widened, falling on the monolith between Dracozolt's legs. She felt a wash of embarrassment, a sudden hatred of her altered half. This wasn't HER! She'd been a girl with slit not just a few suns ago and now she was being ogled by this other 'mon for her cock! She held her composure and hissed at the intruder, steadily getting to her feet. The pokemon garbled some more nonsense at her, but it meant nothing. Not a single discernible word. The creature did look concerned, though. Like it was worried about something.
Dracozolt wanted out. But she was trapped in this weird cave, lit by a miniature sun. But here was a hole. A cutout in the walls let real sunlight spill into the space, and it looked big enough for Drcozolt to leap through. With a sudden burst of speed, Dracozolt leapt towards the window. But her awkward legs tripped over each other, and instead of an opening to the outside, she was met with a facefull of glass pane. She rebounded off the invisible surface, her snout throbbing.
What the...? Is it using a move?
Dracozolt held her face with one hand, and reached forward with the other. Her claws tapped something, a solid surface like stone, not something like a pokemon move.
"You still wouldn't fit through there, even if there wasn't any glass."
Dracozolt whipped around, surprised by the sudden burst of words she could understand.
"What-?"
A small furry blue pokemon stood below the other, the panel that had opened having swung further into the room. Its arms were crossed, staring at her with a mocking gaze.
I could kill you right now...
She felt her electric stores build, faster than they usually did. She felt stronger, like this lightning bolt would be the biggest she'd ever fired. She growled as sparks arched from her upper body around the room, feeling her powerful leg muscles charge her beyond capacity. The small pokemon yipped, and ducked behind the larger one's leg. Dracozolt was shocked. Where was this all coming from? It was amazing! The larger pokemon spoke again, but it was all gibberish. Dracozolt looked back to it, feeling like she could take on the world. No way would some puny normal type stand a chance against her.
But something caught her off guard. The look in its eyes. It wasn't fear, or challenge, or anger. It was worry. A worry that extended beyond themselves, a worrying for her. For Dracozolt herself. She let her static die down, the powerful electricity slowly diffusing back into their surroundings. The small blue pokemon peeked out from behind the larger's leg, only for the leg to get pulled away from them in a step forward. It approached Dracozolt with its hands presented. To show it trusted Dracozolt not to harm the fragile limbs. Dracozolt was struck with shame. She hadn't trusted this 'mon for a second, she'd even been about to bolt it! And now, it cautiously approached her with enough trust to present its hands first.
On the bright side, Dracozolt's erection had slipped away at some point during the mess and the embarrassing organ was no longer in plain sight. Feeling far less awkward and self-conscious, Dracozolt held still as the creature reached for her, and longer still as it ran its hands over Dracozolt's head and neck. A sign that she trusted the 'mon in turn.
"Are... are we cool?"
The small blue fur ball still stood just inside the cutout in the wall they'd come in from, not having dared to approach with the other pokemon. She looked to it with a harsh gaze.
"Who are you?"
"Dewott, my dude."
His arrogant demeanor sure came back fast.
"What does that mean."
