Three weeks in a row now of streams. I'm managing to keep at this, somehow! Though I keep blowing well past my alleged 1000 word limit each and every time. Need to work on controlling myself.

I blame  Mannoth along with  march-dragon wanted similar ideas so why not. By their powers combined we have a growy Salamence lass bloomping in a confined space. Her going on a training spree of sorts with her stuffy Shelgon trainer to unsurprisingly silly results.

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Shelgons and Shirking Salamences

By: RaddaRaem



Jaw agape, the Salamence huffed and puffed and wheezed while she caught her breath. “Sheldon… when you said you wanted me out of the house I thought you meant, like, out in the front yard or something.” The dragoness’ white claws scraped against the rocky wall. A triplet of chalky scars were left upon its surface as her blue scaled arms flopped down to her sides.

“A walk to and from the mailbox is not what I would call vigorous exercise, Silvia.” Lantern balanced atop his curved form, the Shelgon waddled along in front of his scrappy star. Zubats dangling from the stalactites upon the ceiling recoiled away from the light’s plodding advance. The echoing of their wings reverberated around the duo in the subterranean mountain path.

“Hard work suckssssss,” Silvia hissed. Her broad scaly belly scraped against the stalagmites flanking the impossibly narrow path. Chunks of rock and dust caught and were lost in the gaps amongst her white pudgy scutes. “Can’t we let this be future Silvia’s problem?”

Sheldon bobbed along without issue. His four stubby black scaled legs carrying him ever onward. He swatted a nubby limb at a curious Geodude so as to shoo it away. “That’s what past Silvia said last week when I tried rolling her off the couch. Enough excuses. You have your title, and dignity, to reclaim.”

“Pewter City to Lavender Town on foot though?” She flapped her angular red wings out to their sides careful so as not to mash them against the various boulders resting alongside the path. “Sheldon, I have wings. Why not use them?” The Salamence’s thunderous thighs clapped against each other with every heaving step while she impatiently awaited her self-appointed trainer’s response.

He rolled his beady little yellow eyes from within the darkened confines of his all-encompassing shell. “And the last time those held you aloft was when?” Sheldon snooted at the harrumph he received. “Exactly. When you’re actually capable of carrying through on the workout regimens you suggest I’ll be inclined to hear you out.”

Silvia held up a pudgy index finger and motioned to speak.

“No, chasing down the ice cream truck doesn’t count.” The lantern balanced atop the slanted pieces of interlocking bone that comprised his shelled body threatened to topple over. Sheldon shifted his weight from one set of nubby limbs to the other to balance it.

She slapped her hands against her thighs and furrowed her brows. Waves of tub rippled across her belly and behind as she did so. “That’s not fair! I have a legitimate if not medically justified reason for doing so!” Reaching into her sports bra Silvia produced two slips of paper. One was signed, in surprisingly legible handwriting, by a Doctor Russels. Said slip recommended his Salamence patient alter her exercise patterns to take into account a needed change to her diet towards more frozen foodstuffs. The other was signed by the Pewter City Court System. It provided a summary of a recent cost benefit analysis completed at the Pewter City Council’s behest. The courts had determined that, in the long-run, it would be cheaper to replace and reimburse the Beartic Brainfreeze company’s ice cream truck fleet on a yearly basis than to repave and reconstruct city streets.

Sheldon shook his entire body side to side. “Nowhere on that doctor’s note were you given free rein to gorge yourself on the fattiest frozen dairy products and flavored corn syrup you could find! Besides, the amount of calories you burn off chasing down those poor Beartics and Cubchoos is completely overshadowed and undone by the sheer number of popsicles you shove down into your greedy gullet!”

“Hmmph.” Silvia tucked her ready-made excuses back into her bosom. Her black and red striped shorts struggled to cover past her prodigious rear that wobbled with every footfall. “You’re only saying that because I eat all the Snorunt Snowcones before you managed to waddle on over.” A forked tongue lapped at her lips at the thought.

“E-even so!” The diminutive Dragon-type bristled at the mention. “My point still stands. What happened to the Horror of Hoenn I used to drill and train every other day? The Scurrilous Salamence that lorded uncontested over the wrestling rings far and wide for three consecutive years?” Sheldon bucked the lamp up off his back and hurriedly flipped himself around. Facing towards her he took to waddling in reverse and daintily caught their sole light source between two bony protrusions lining his shell.

Wiping a bead of sweat off her brow, Silvia sighed. “She decided she wanted a break.” Plump fingers that chafed against one another twiddled against her taut tummy. Urf. Even when bunched together her fatty feet could no longer fit on the path. The once smooth path, worn down under countless shoes and soles, had turned coarse and rocky as her scaled feet found themselves spilling off onto its sides. Panting, she couldn’t help but think of all the staples she had taken to shaking free from every ice cream truck that had the poor misfortune to pass her. There were the Dewgong Delights, Spheal Sundaes, Angelic Articuno Alliterations… Silvia never did get what the deal was with the name of that last one. Such a strange name for fro-yo.

Sheldon paused and pointed an accusatory limb at her heaving belly. “It’s high time you gave your break a break. Hidden somewhere under all that pudge and fat is a champion of the ring.” He dismissively swatted at those thighs thicker than he was. “And I intend to bring her back out.” With a grunt he carefully rotated himself so as to turn his back on her.

“Mmff…” Plodding forward, the Salamence grumpily swatted away the shards of stalactites that began raining down on her with every quaking step. Her crimson eyes drifted along the graffiti etched into the walls. Monsters and Pokes most horrible, and horribly drawn, danced among the rock formations. “Well maybe she doesn’t want to come back. Maybe she got tired of winning. Maybe she got tired of being the best and booed and shouted down for it.” She received silence in response. Silvia exhaled angrily through her slit nostrils.

Coming to a halt the roly-poly Dragon stared down a wall of white. Two eyes, each bigger than his body, solemnly stared him down. “Hmmph.” Padding backward, the glow of his lantern revealed the scarred visage of an Onyx blocking the path ahead.

The stony snake slowly shifted its horned head forward. Sheldon stood his ground and simply leapt forward after regaining his bearings. His bony body clapped loudly against the Onyx’s snoot, sparks flying off the interruption’s face. It roared in recoil and slithered off with a rumble as quickly as it came. “All bark and no bite,” the Shelgon tersely stated. Waddling on over to their light source that had tumbled away during the brief confrontation he took to nudging it back in Silvia’s direction.

“That bark’ll still wear you down though.” She huffed and puffed as beads of sweat continued to drip down her brow. Wrinkles formed along the blackened surface of Silvia’s bra and shorts as they clung ever tighter to her bloated form. “People like their flavor of the week. I like a sampling a different gallon of ice cream time and again even!”

“More like every meal,” Sheldon coughed into his scaly nubs.

Lips pursed, Silvia kicked at the air. The gush of wind sent her snooty Shelgon rolling forward along the grooves that Onyx had carved into the ground, flailing all the while. “But you keep force-feeding folks the same thing day after day, they’re going to get sick of it. Tired of it. Tired of me.” Arms crossed about her chest the Salamence glared down at her mouthy sidekick. No time like the present to get her rant on. Nothing could stop her now. “Why do you even care so-owwww!” Except for ceilings, maybe. “Ow ow ow ow ow,” she moaned to herself as she hunched forward, pointed rocks rolling down off her shoulders.

“I care because you’re capable of so much more!” Those stubby little legs of his kicked uselessly at the air as he rolled to a halt. “You wanted to be the very best and I wanted to train the very best! I’m not settling for anything less and neither should you! Also, could you please roll me over.”

Scaly hands rubbing across her head Silvia poked and prodded at the bumps and bruises that pocked the red ridges atop her head. She dropped to her knees, rips bursting into being upon her shorts that followed along the curves of her hips. “Wuh oh.” Silvia thought aloud while her thick tail plopped down behind her. With every passing breath those curved walls compressed snugly around her blue and red limb.

“What was that?” Sheldon inquired while he tried shifting his weight side to side.

Gah! She’d gotten so hot and bothered from her rant, and the exercise probably, that the Salamence had lost her cool. In the most literal way possible. “Say uhh… Sheldon?”

“Flipsies, please.”

“No, talkies first!” The Dragon-type flopped onto her belly and hurked as her hips came to fill the tunnel behind her. She could feel them pressing into the earth around them. And that very same earth was giving ground. “You wouldn’t happen to have any more ice packs or snacks or frozen anything on you would you?” A blush as beet red as the scales that adorned her neck christened her cheeks when she felt the last of her shorts shred away against the impossible and fiery friction of tons of stone giving way against just as much scaly scutes.

Sheldon’s nubby legs ceased thrashing for but a moment. “I’m going to assume all that rumbling and grumbling is courtesy of a nest of Onyx and not your sorry self.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

The Shelgon resumed rocking himself back and forth with renewed vigor. “You walked in here with a box of Pikachu Popsicle Pops?! Where did they all go?” An unceremonious brap answered him in short order. “…Did you even try to space them out?”

Silvia urped as she slowly advanced on Sheldon against her own volition. Cracks splintered out from her derriere. They snaked and crisscrossed out and up into the darkness beyond the reach of their waning light. “Downed the dozen of them within half as many steps.” Extending a hand out before her she nudged her pokey little roly-poly back upright with a pointed fingertip. “See. This is why we should let me plan these workout routines.”

“Because I can’t expect any amount of self-restraint from you?”

Crisscrossing her arms about one another Silvia rested her chin upon those soft knuckles. She could feel a pleasant warmth flowing through her fatty frame. Her very blood rousing itself awake after being forcibly cooled with a steady diet of air conditioning and ice cream. As it pumped its way through her the Salamence’s contracted body gradually expanded back to its proper size and stature. “Precisely!”

Sheldon wordlessly grumbled and stamped at the ground. “Here, just let me go ahead and bury my expectations down in the bedrock.”

“You sure that’s low enough?” A startled meep escaped from her portly frame when she felt her bare breasts carve out smooth indentations in the unbeaten path. Silvia’s bra had failed her long ago. Somewhere behind her she could feel her toes a twiddling against all manners of stalactites and stalagmites. Not that they remained that way for long once. The dragoness briefly pondered what she ought to call them now that they weren’t attached to the ground below or ceiling above.

“Would you focus!” The dragon pupae bapped and bopped against her fatty forearms and clambered for her attention. Sheldon’s diatribe derailed fairly quickly once boulders began tumbling down and crunching atop his shell. Rattled and shaken he slunk the granite and pebbles off his back. “Oh for!” Tilting his… everything, as far back as he was able, the Shelgon spied pillars of light dipping down into the darkness.

Silvia’s crimson eyes bobbed back and forth within her noggin. That snug compression of stone on scale was growing less so by the moment. Her blue booty, her dragon derriere, had long since stopped recognized the rocky resistance weighing down upon it. Subconsciously the dragoness knew that she was dealing with a state of solid matter. But her… butt treated that as a recommendation more than a stated fact and simply plowed through it with all the resistance of a liquid.

Cacophonous rumbles rattled the entirety of the Rock Tunnel as it collapsed around the duo. “So uhhh…” The tunnel behind her had since expanded by a considerable amount compared to when she and Sheldon first entered. A flick of her tail revealed the sky for all of a moment before clouds of dust obscured it once more. “Is Rock Tunnel a nature preserve or park or something? I feel like we should figure out who will get mad at us ahead of time for a change so we know how to properly spin this.” Pinching the Shelgon between her fatty fingertips, Silvia rolled her pebble sized prodder back and forth.

“Hurk.” Sheldon’s limbs bapped limply back and forth against his bony shell. “We’ll… urp… just fess up when we’re asked about it. No need to go out of the way to implicate ourselves.”

Nodding, Silvia rose to her knees. Head poking out amongst clouds of dust and the regular white puffy kind she blinked repeatedly. Snow-capped peaks of stone stretched out amongst the periphery of her vision while dead ahead lie Lavender Town. Along with its leering inhabitants. Whining softly, Silvia swished a couple of clouds towards her direction so as to conceal her loomy presence.

Down on the ground, some miles below, thoroughly confused Ghosts and Gawker-types watched as a chubby tubby arm reached out from behind the clouds and snapped off an ice capped mountain peak. Said cloud started chewing loudly shortly after. “Shut up, I get hungry when I’m nervous.”