Dragons Games Bonus Scene

Here is a little bonus AU scene following the ending of Dragons Games, the first 2585 words at least. Wanted to release the whole thing but it'll take me another day to finish it up, so keep your eyes peeled.

AU: Slow Burn

“Come on guys, lift those knees! Left right, left right!”

The team was heaving beneath their jerseys, running as a group of sweat-riddled boys who forced anyone they passed to shield their noses from their stench. The more depleted among the team were lagging behind, dragging their boots across the grass as they pushed themselves to, and over, their limits. Their tiredness was visible even from the far end of the oval where she stood along with the other mothers and fathers.

At their head, their coach led them through the circuit, the whistle hanging by his neck bouncing off his developed chest as he jogged along. He almost came off as relaxed even as he matched the speed and distance of his students’ run, the contrast only amplified by his astounding ability to shout and run at the same time.

“One more turn guys! One more, I promise!”

One of the players keeled over, two others picking him up by the armpits and dragging him the rest of the way. The coach didn’t look concerned, in fact he almost looked pleased to see the comradery the players were showing, telling the exhausted players they were so close to the end.

After the home straight, the team completed their final lap, crossing the red cones that marked the finish line. Perhaps fell over the line would be more accurate a description, each boy tumbling over each other, welcoming the softness of the grass and the relaxation that was soon to follow the end.

“That’s a wrap everyone, outstanding! Remember, sips of water! Well done! Tony, you good?”

Tony, the player who had to be carried the rest of the way, raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up, it was all he could manage.

The parents wandered over, the session ending at three o’clock sharp, as always. The coach ushered them through a grateful cooldown before he let them go, claiming it would only do more harm if they were to relax right now, as it was bad for the muscles. He was always thinking of their wellbeing first and foremost, it was endearing.

She snuck up behind the coach, sparing a quick glance at his criminally tight pants, hit little butt didn’t jiggle at all when he ran, firm as two boulders. Her claws reached out to pinch his left buttock, the coach flinching when she applied a bit of pressure. “Ow! Who the f… Oh, God, it’s you.”

“Husband,” she greeted. The grass shifted underfoot as she sidled up to him. “I told you to go easier on them this time.”

“Yeah, well, debilitation grows from idleness so I say, and I gave them another day off anyway!” he added when she just stared at him. “Three whole weeks before assignment season, I’d say that’s pretty generous, I barely had one back in my day.”

“You’re the youngest coach they’ve ever had! And you do realise how many double-standards were in that sentence, right? I swear, you men are so simple.”

“Yeah well, that’s why you love us.”

A flush travelled over her snout, and he laughed, pulling her closer as they watched the parents escort their kids to their cars. “So what about that run?” he asked her.

“You sure put them through their paces.”

“You know what I’m talking about, girl, our run. Quick jog through the woods will get your blood pumping.”

“I drove,” she countered.

“And? I’ll come back and get it.” She yipped when he reached into her pocket and produced the keys from there, laughing when she swiped at them too slowly. “Come oooon, I know you like the feeling after a nice jaunt.”

“Don’t call it that,” she said, sighing when he just grinned at her like a dummy. “You won’t drive me into exhaustion like you did to those kids?”

“Nope. Well, maybe, as long as you’ve worked up a sweat by the time we reach home.”

“Fiiine.” She rolled up her sleeves and started a few stretches.

“Try to keep up this time,” he laughed. When she was ready, they began jogging, leaving the grounds by a discreet exit that led out into the suburbs, the lots spaced apart by acres of lush woodland. She possessed much more strength and stamina than he or any average human did, being a Pokémon, but her husband was in a whole league of his own, and he was quickly taking the lead as they started rounding the first couple bends in the path.

She could see the distant mountains through the breaks in the canopy ahead, the afternoon sun baking their peaks in its red glow. They’d both agreed a colder climate would suit them best, despite her husband’s skin being too thin and soft to provide much protection from the climate, yet he never seemed to prefer bundling himself up in coats or sweaters. The fire of being active and healthy was more than enough to warm him, so he’d said.

She herself was protected by a thin coat of underlying fur, padded with a modest amount of blubber to stave off the cold. It made her look overweight, though her husband had always preferred to call her plump, a slightly less offensive rib at her. He’d slowly introduced her to his world of adrenaline and conditioning, and she eventually concluded she wanted to be fit like him, and she’d lost a good few kilos over their shared journey.

She could feel the pudgy flesh shifting against her flexing thighs as she pumped her legs, trying to catch up to him. The sports bra she wore, for she’d bought many of them since they’d met, struggled to contain her bosom as gravity bobbed it up and down. She’d always had trouble with her self-esteem, and even though her husband encouraged this healthier lifestyle, he had called her voluptuous on more than one occasion, and it helped her cope when the times inevitably got rough.

“Just a little bit further, Ken,” he said as they rounded another corner. He was shortening his strides for her sake, though he never admitted it out loud, and she never pointed it out. There was just no need.

The final few turns brought them right onto their driveway, ending their quick run by the door to there house, fighting for breath. It was a modest house with two levels, and a great deal of space around it to afford them a good measure of privacy. She turned to face him, seeing his cheeks were red, and his skin was slick with sweat, droplets snaking down his limbs as he wiped at his hair.

“You almost beat me that time, Ken. Almost,” he said, grinning down at her when she play-punched him on the arm.

“I’ll beat you if you don’t stop calling me that stupid nickname.”

“Don’t threaten me with a fun time.”

She scoffed at that, finding it so hard to stay mad at him no matter what he did or said. Purely because she was so exhausted, of course…

“Going for a shower,” she wheezed, smoothing out her shirt with a claw as she walked past him.

“Alright, I’ll go get the car.” He was already lumbering up, no doubt intending to run all the way back. She’d be surprised if he didn’t pull the car along with his bare hands. “Want me to get some dinner on the way back?”

“I think you misheard,” she said. “We’re, going for a shower. You’ve made me all dirty, you’re going to clean me up.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No. Sweat’s a bitch to get out of my fur, and you’re going to help.”

He followed her through the door, the entry hall occupied by a trophy case to one side. There were several awards standing proudly behind the glass, most of them declared in Kendra’s name, but there were a few for him. After their play way back when, she’d been asked to organise more events just like it, and she’d soon started up her own troupe, enrapturing the world with her performances. It had been her idea to put the display right at the door, so visitors could always get a rememberable first impression.

They passed by the modest kitchen and living room, Jim watching her butt wobble as she strode over to the bedroom, pulling off her shirt as she pulled the en suite door open. He put one foot up on the bedframe as he unbuttoned his top, the king-sized mattress dimpling as he leaned his weight on it. The headboard was blackened in places, as though someone had taken a blowtorch to different bits of the wood, a result of Kendra’s fiery mane whenever she got too excited from their previous encounters in their bed.

“Damned thing,” she muttered. “I knew the belt was too small for me.”

She was prying apart her belt, her back to him as she struggled to lift the clip. He drank in her curvy torso, bare except for her pink bra, transfixed by the way her fur shifted whenever she moved, her slender neck angled down as she took her frustration out on the poor belt.

He approached until his hands touched her silky hide, delighting in how soft she felt as he trailed his hands down her flawless sides. He chuckled as she tensed up, an unbecoming squeak escaping her chops as she shivered, her back moulding around his chest.

“J-Jim,” she said, quickly regaining her prior annoyance as she raised a brow back at him. “I’m trying to get this thing off, quit it.”

“You gotta get the thingy out of the hole first,” he said.

“I know! It’s stuck!”

“Here, look.” He reached down, caressing the front of her hips on purpose as he took the belt in his hands, peering over her shoulder as he tried to undo the clasp, grumbling when it didn’t.

“See! I must have put on a few pounds since I bought it…”

“You’re just using the first hole,” he said. “There!” The clip came loose, but Jim wanted to help a bit more, sliding his hands over her wide hips as he seized her pants, pulling them down over her stout thighs.

Her ass spilled over the waistband, springing into their alluring shape after wobbling a few times. The blue fur on her back stretched all the way down them, ending at her inner thighs in a line, where her milkier colouration ran the rest of the way down to her feet.

Her thighs were so wide around his hands barely met on the other side if he were to wrap his arms around them, which he had, several times now. But they were proportional to her size, pinching to her hips in a way he couldn’t stop ogling over. Her torso was slightly thinner, but no less covered in a layer of blubber that concealed a powerful core hidden beneath her velvety hide. It gave her the outline not so dissimilar from a pear.

“Oh!” she gasped as he filled his hands with her butt, her flame crackling as though it had just been fed a fresh handful of tinder. “Wait! The belt’s not even off yet!”

“It’s off enough,” he said, chucking when she slipped her pants over her knees, Jim holding her steady as she hopped on one foot. She grumbled all the while, but that soon gave way to a whine as he took his fill of her, his hands drawing random shapes across her fur.

“Y-You’re supposed to go get the car,” she said, the Typhlosion pushing her hindquarters into his hands, encouraging him even though she was protesting. He couldn’t get enough of her thighs and ass, the hard muscles beneath the blubbery layer of fat flexing beautifully beneath his fingers.

“You locked it, right?” he asked, grinning when she reached up and delved her claws into his hair. He frowned when she flicked him on the temple.

“Of course I locked it! You think I forget like you do?”

“You get so feisty after a good workout,” he chuckled, her love handles cupped beneath his palms. Her annoyance was betrayed by her obvious excitement, every twitch she made, every flick of her eyes making his heart flutter, he’d had a lot of time to get acquainted with what made her tick.

Her flaming mane blossomed into a small inferno, Kendra feeding it with nothing but a slight twitch of her eyebrow to signal what she was doing. “Ah!” he yelled, clutching his singing chin as he stepped back. Kendra was on him in a moment, pushing her hand into his chest, the man tumbling onto the bed on his back.

“I’ll show you a workout,” she snapped, leaning down and crawling her way up his body. His heart raced as he felt her smooth fur bristle along his knees and belly, his shirt folding up as Kendra started straddling him.

“What about the shower?” he asked, his hands raised up at her questioningly. She seized his wrists and pinned them to the mattress, her ears flicking as she leered over him.

“You can wash me after. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get everybit of me.”

“E-Every?”

“Ev-er-y. Now shut up and take your clothes off.”

“Lady you’re holding my arms, I can’t.”

She frowned, as if that was somehow his fault, letting him reach down to grip his shorts from round her powerful thighs. She’d never lost that inherent grumpiness she’d displayed towards him from back in their schooling days, it had lessened after they’d said their vows and moved in together, but she still retained that pride of hers.

Once free of his shorts and boxers, Kendra pulled the shirt from his shoulders, tossing it over her shoulder before leaning her head down to his. He leaned in for a kiss, but she angled her snout away, grinning as she nibbled on his earlobe, biting gently with her small teeth, Jim sighing as her warm breath washed over him.

“Look at you,” she cooed, probing his ear with her tongue as she whispered in a low voice. “You spend all day running and jumping, and you start melting into a puddle after a few little bites.”

She pressed her teeth against his throat, her slimy tongue caressing him from chin to chest, Jim shivering as she continued her attentions. She knew he liked his kisses, and was always keeping her mouth occupied, and away from his own. It was frustrating, and Kendra loved every moment of his plight.

Not about to let her have one up on him, he put his hands on her back, running his fingers over her flawless fur until stopping at her chest, her breath hitching as he cupped her breasts through her bra. He fiddled with the front clasp, hearing the satisfying click as he freed the cups, Kendra lifting her chest so could watch her boobs break free. They were shapely, double the size of anything he’d seen before. Keeping in line with her body, they spread across her broad torso in two pert, teardrop shapes, swaying slightly as she breathed, two pink nipples drawing his eyes down their smooth surface. There was a fair amount of mass to them that when they broke past the hindering sports bra, they slapped Jim in the face as they settled, Jim feeling like he’d been struck by beachballs, like that one time on that beach way back.