Clash of the Pok?titans (GTS/hourglass/TF)

[Daichi Azure]

ZOUNDS! I AM UNDONE! We have "normal"ity

[geno13]

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I'm trying out this new thing where instead of randomly choosing which titan to do next, I'm gonna ask you guys XD. I excluded Flying, because I have something planned for that one after Electric is written :3

[geno13]

Surprise~! I was so inspired by the poll-chosen category - and as a way to celebrate being halfway there - that I made this one a bit longer than the others. This chapter DOES contain dickgirl, but not for the main titan, just for one of her new servants :3

Art by CinderBH.

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Chapter 9 – Clair the Dragon Titan

There is a ritual held in the Johto Region held every century or so when the constellation of Draco shines bright in the night sky for several nights. Three trainers descended from three Dragon Tamer Clans across the globe gather at the treacherous Mount Silver in order to ascend it to the summit for the honor of being crowned the greatest dragon trainer in all the world. It just so happens that also on this day, a mysterious stone had landed the night before in this very mountain range, setting the stage for this epic rite of passage.

“I can’t believe Grandpa’s only letting one of us compete.” A cape wearing blue haired girl sighed as she walked beside an equally flashy dressed red-haired man.

“Trust me Clair, I’ve had enough fame and glory for one lifetime.” Lance smiled to his gym leader cousin. “I know you’re ready for this.”

“Of course I am!” she placed her hands on her hips boastfully “I am the world’s best Dragon Master after all!”

“Right… so you tell every single trainer that sets forth in your gym.” He chuckled “Just don’t let your pride blind you. Nor should you underestimate your opponents. You’ll be competing against the Champion of Unova and one of the Elite Four of Kalos.”

“I know that, jeez.” she said, annoyed about his remark about overconfidence. Though the fact that the two trainers could possibly be stronger than her – at least as far as their rank showed – gave her a bit of worry; though not that she would ever show it. “So, Iris is here, but what about this other guy?”

Lance just chuckled again “Actually it’s a woman… they say she once wrestled a Charizard into submission.”

Clair felt a drop of sweat move down one side of her brow, quickly wiping it away before her cousin could see. “Wh-whatever, we’ll see just how strong these two are.”

After seeing her out of Blackthorn City, Lance had some urgent business to attend to in Goldenrod… something about investigating a white flood and some peculiarly large trees? Either way, this left Clair to travel alone to the base of the mountain.

She soon found herself nearing the base of the glorious Mount Silver, a massive mountain housing countless caves, streams, waterfalls and deep forests teeming with strong wild Pokémon. It’s said that the Legendary Champion Red retired to these mountains many years ago after his conquest in the Pokémon League. It was the perfect proving ground to crown the world’s greatest Dragon type trainer.

After the checkpoint and near the foot of the mountain, Clair approached a familiar mocha-skinned violet haired girl, garbed in her old traveling clothes before she took to adorning an elegant pink princess dress; though she seemed to keep her tiara and new wild hairstyle.

“Heeeey!” Iris waved happily, approaching the older dragon trainer “Long time no see, Clair! Are you as excited as I am? I can’t believe I’d see the day I could participate in this kinda ritual!” she rabbled excitedly, still shaking Clair’s hand.

Clair just smiled; sure they were opponents, but they were also great acquaintances after a few epic battles during the World Tournament. “Neither did I. I almost forgot it even existed.”

“Why hello there, mademoiselle Clair.” Clair heard the voice of a very kind and motherly woman behind her, turning around revealed a middle-aged woman garbed in a simple dress, yet decorated with many sacred dragon fangs and beads that put her measly one dragon pearl she had over her chest to shame. The slight wrinkles on her face doing nothing to hide the beauty she once possessed.

“O-oh, hello there.” Clair was a little put off by how sugary sweet this woman sounded in contrast to her very real-looking fang ornaments. “You must be… the Dragon Elite Four Member from Kalos?”

“Exactly so, you may call me Drasna. It’s an honor to make acquaintances with the two of you.” She smiled.

‘Do her eyes ever open?’ Clair thought to herself while Iris did a curtsy.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Madame Drasna!” Iris chimed in, “So now that the three of us are here, we might as well get this party started!”

“Ara… so soon? I was wondering if we could have a nice picnic before we start. To get to know each other?”

“Hm…” Clair crossed her arms “No offense Mrs. Drasna, but I’m itching to win this competition as soon as possible! We can have a picnic later at the summit when I reach the goal first!” she declared with fire in her eyes.

“Ha! We’ll just see about that!” Iris held out a finely polished Dusk Ball and opened it to a flash of violet light, revealing a large blue three-headed dragon Pokémon keeping afloat on black ribbon-like wings.

“Well if it’s a warm-up fight you want, then come and get it!” Clair took out a Poké Ball and threw it to the ground, revealing a vibrantly blue scaled seahorse levitating in midair and staring down the triple heads of its opponent.

“Now now, girls.” Drasna stepped out between Iris and Clair, taking out a Luxury Ball and unleashing a large black and violet bat-like dragon, which let out a earsplitting roar that made the other two Pokémon wince and back down. “Remember, this isn’t a simple battle – well, not yet anyway.” she chuckled “You know the rules. The only people we fight are the other trainers and wild Pokémon that get in our way. I hear the League has hired many strong trainers to come and face us up ahead. Now then… did everyone bring enough revives, potions and ethers?” she said as she took out a large purse, also decorated with green beads and dragon fangs.

“Er… I guess I can always use some spares, thanks.” Clair somewhat timidly took the yellow crystals and spray bottles of Pokémon medicine, before Iris did as well, while sheepishly returning her hydra to its ball.

“OK, so no flying on our Pokémon unless there’s no other way to go and no battling each other.” Clair clarified the rules, the other two nodded. “Just to make it interesting, we should all take different paths.”

“Naturally.” Drasna agreed, scanning the area for her chosen route. “I’m ready when you girls are.”

“Same here, don’t underestimate me because I’m the youngest!” Iris cheered.

“Well then, I’ll see you guys at the top, staring downwards of course!” Clair boasted.

“Alright then, may the best dragon maiden win. Just don’t be too upset if it happens to be me.” Drasna chuckled before taking off in a surprisingly fast sprint.

“Wh-whoa, she’s fast!” Clair exclaimed, caught off guard by the older woman’s agility. She was about to say something further, but then Iris also took off a few moments later, leaping into the treetops and swinging away on a nearby vine and leaving a befuddled Clair standing by herself at the entrance to the woods. “Hey! Wait for me you- Argh! I’m not gonna lose to a hyperactive jungle princess and Auntie Fangypants!”

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A few hours later, the blue haired dragon mistress walked out of yet another cave and took a break on a few nearby rocks, after escaping a hoard of disgruntled Ursaring and a few close calls with a swooping Golbat or two. She had also had to fight her way through several Ace Trainers waiting in ambush.

“Man… all these people here…” she panted, resting her rump atop a flat rock while she began taking out her Pokémon and spraying them with potions “They’re stirring up all the wild Pokémon even more than usual. I bet those two are already way ahead of me.” She frowned, just remembering that Hydreigon and Noivern; two exotic and powerfully raised Pokémon that each looked a bit stronger than her roster of dragons.

‘Can I really win this?’ she shook her head in frustration before returning her freshly healed Kingdra to its ball. “Of course I can… right?” she clenched her fists before sprinting ahead into the next cave; nearly half way there to the summit!

One treacherous cave later, Clair was exhausted, leaning against a tree as a roaring deep-watered stream laid out before her; the only way out of the cave through a short narrow tunnel, then outside and up a raging waterfall. This was bad, after a skirmish with a very territorial Tyranitar landing a few lucky blows, her Kingdra was wounded again and still recovering with her last Full Restore. But there was no turning back; if she tried to go back out the cave and find an alternate route, that could give Iris or Drasna enough time to beat her.

“C-come on Kingdra, one more swim. I know you can do it, we’re almost there and there’s been no sign of the others!” She said as she took out her ornate Seahorse, caressing its side, its scales tarnished from the countless battles of that day. “You’ve been doing great, I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.” Kingdra gave a tired smile - as best it could without a very visible mouth.

After giving Kingdra a reassuring hug, she held onto him as firmly as possible before the both of them leaped into the foaming river. Clair nearly lost her grip once or twice while her seahorse mount did its best to stabilize itself in the powerful currents.

“S-so cold...” Clair shivered, the cold rushing waters of the powerful stream battered her body from all sides, soaking her to the bones as she struggled to catch her breath without swallowing water when her Kingdra tried to surface as much as it could, trying to keep her trainer from drowning; even its excellent swimming skills were challenged by the raging waters.

Disaster soon struck as they neared the waterfall and began to slowly ascend the harsh falling waters. The two were suddenly caught off guard by a Seaking lurking near the top of the waterfall aggressively dive-bombing the pair, armed with its super sharp horn. The fish's violent Horn Attack grazed the both of them and threw Clair right off her Pokémon. She winced as she fell down into the waters below, feeling the wind knocked out of her as air bubbles escaped her mouth, somehow missing the rocks at the waterfall’s base before she was pulled away by the currents.

‘No! Kingdra!’ she screamed internally, not wishing to waste what little breath she had left shouting aloud. ‘This is the end… I got careless...!’ she closed her eyes as the strong currents tossed her about, scraping her against the rocks down the river. ‘I should just drift away… I was no match for those two anyway. All that bragging… and what do I have to show for it? I’m nothing but a weak little koi… Kingdra… Lance… Grandpa… I’m sorry I was so blind...’

A bright flash of light made her open her eyes. Through the rushing waters, she could see a knocked-out Seaking, frozen solid, sinking to the bottom of the riverbed. Her beloved Kingdra came rushing towards her with a roar of determination. She began to tear up as she grabbed onto her fins and was brought up to the surface gasping for air.

“Kingdra… thank you! I thought I was a goner.” Clair gripped her seahorse a little tighter as they slowly approached the waterfall again, both Pokémon and trainer battered from a day’s worth of battles. A look of determination burned in her eyes as she glared up at the massive waterfall. “Alright… let’s do this! Let’s prove once and for all that Clair of the Blackthorn Dragon Tamer Clan… and her loyal dragon Pokémon are the greatest force in this world or the next! Kingdra, give this bastard waterfall your strongest Waterfall attack!!” With a proud roar that would rival any Noivern, Kingdra mustered all the strength it had left in it as it began scaling the massive waterfall once more, faster than it ever had before.

“Yeah! We can do this! … Huh?” time seemed to stand still halfway up the walls of roaring water; a white glimmer shined in Clair's eyes as an odd rock sticking out of the surface came into view. Resting stabbed in the rock was what looked like a vibrant fang; a hard, textured object covered in red and blue swirling streaks. As if her body was on autopilot, she grabbed the base of the fang just as they passed, the force of Kingdra’s ascension plucking it right out of the rock, revealing a curved sharp point to the knife-sized object. Clair barely had any time to admire her new trinket before her Kingdra breached the top of the waterfall and landed on a nearby shore. With a boost of confidence, Clair dismounted her Kingdra in midair and skillfully rolled onto the grassy land.

“Hah… huh… freaking nailed it!” she stumbled to her feet after striking an outstretched arm pose, panting as she clutched her fang. “I’m pretty sure we’ve earned a rest after that, right Ki- argh!”

Without warning, the fang mysteriously jerked in her hand and jabbed its sharp point in her palm, drawing blood that began to drip down the fang and seemingly soak into it.

“Stupid-- dammit! What is it with this thing!?” she snarled as she tried to throw it to the ground, only to freeze in confusion as the object stopped itself in midair and began to levitate around her. The more it orbited around her, the stranger she felt. A bright blue aura formed around the fang as it seemingly dissipated into it, until it assumed the shape of a bright blue serpentine dragon.

Clair stood frozen in awe as the energy drake circled above her. She hardly noticed as her own body began to glow with the same aura, nor her various wounds and bruises suddenly beginning to heal and fade, leaving her formerly clammy water-soaked skin flawless and vibrant. Suddenly, the energy-dragon lunged forward, baring its jaws at her.

“Gah!” Clair winced as the blue energy surrounded her. She could feel the burning sensation all over her body as it began to seep into her skin. “Argh… wha… what’s happening now!?” she doubled over as it felt as though her body was being filled with liquid metal as her body surged with energy. The veins in her arms began to pulsate roughly as she held her hand up to her face. The nails on her fingers began to grow long and pointed, piercing her gloves while her biceps began to swell on her normally thin feminine arms, going from tiny tangerines when she experimentally flexed, to large fist-sized mounds. “Wh-whoa… I’m… I’m getting… ripped?” she blushed, rubbing her legs together; already somewhat toned, they began to grow thicker with lines of muscle indentation forming while her blue leather boots began to feel tight against her bulging calves, and a very prominent set of abdominal muscles were starting to form on her tummy. She smiled as she caressed them, feeling them grow harder and bulge against her teasing nails. She hardly noticed her body beginning to inch upward at a steady pace until the swelling muscles of her neck began to tear at the black collar of her dress.

“Ah, g-great, now what? Why is my suit trying to strangle me!?” She moaned as she reached seven feet tall. She stumbled awkwardly as the heels of her boots snapped and her equally long toenails pierced the blue leather fabric, while the black rings decorating the cuffs began to split. As her hips began to crack and widen and her rump began swelling larger, it caused a very visible cameltoe to appear over the crotch of her blue one-piece outfit, while her ballooning cheeks eclipsed her developing rear muscles. Her breasts began to push out, not only from their billowing mass increasing by a few cup sizes, but also from her pectoral muscles thickening underneath them.

“Sh-shit… I’m looking… w-wait… taller!?” Clair finally noticed her ever increasing height as her head began to brush up against the branches of a nearby tree her back was brushing up against, while her shoulders began to widen and swell with firm deltoids that pushed up her black and red cape which no longer reached even her knees. “Mmmm… still… this feels amazing! Ngggh!” she made a low growling sound as her teeth began to all grow into razor sharp fangs able to rend steel, while the bulging trapezius muscles finally snapped her struggling black choker apart with a single flex.

Despite her now bodybuilder-like body, her chest was quickly being dominated by a set of massive breasts that tore hole after hole in her blue one-piece. Starting off at a cup size or two bigger, once her pecs were grown out at around twelve feet tall, they started piling on pound after pound of billowing pudding-like flesh that bulged out the sides of her top and made the shoulder straps and center black strap adorned with her prized dragon pearl to snap off and roll into the nearby stream; something was telling her that the loss of a simple family heirloom would be more than worth it in just a few minutes. Her hands soon grew long, thick claws as they furiously kneaded her swelling flesh, now over twice the size of her head by the time it burst her top wide open, causing a chain reaction as a thrust of her shoulders and then her stomach and glutes spelled the end of her outfit, her gloves and boots soon following suit once she passed twenty feet tall. Her hair had also begun to grow outward like wild blue vines; still keeping her characteristic bangs, the gold strap holding her hair into a ponytail split apart, revealing a wild mane that reached just above her massive rear, now sporting toned, yet soft billowing cheeks each as huge as her tits.

“Yeeessss… mooore… more power… bigger…” Her cape soon followed the rest of her destroyed attire, once her shoulder straps were gone, flying away in the breeze. Something began to stir and bulge from under her ripped shoulder muscles and back; as she furiously squeezed her puffy teacup-sized areola with her claws, a set of fleshy dragon wings erupted, made of strong sleek red membrane like that of a mighty Salamence. “W-wings!? Ah… y-yes… oh hell yes!! So this is what’s happening, bring it ooooon~!!” she roared orgasmically as juices gushed beneath her ridge of abdominals from her toned pussy folds. She wrapped her powerful arms around the tree she was using for support, letting the rough bark squish into her piles of titflesh as her skin turned a rich blue, like that of a Kingdra. She began to feel a rush of power as she felt her claws shredding the wood and her very biceps, pecs and trunk-like legs crushing it like plywood as she ground against it with her sopping wet blue cunt like a beast in heat.

Clair could feel the power still surging within her as her monstrous strength finally crushed the tree to splinters, which barely did anything to even scrape her new hardened hide as it began to cover itself in vibrant blue scales, though still leaving her underbelly as soft and supple as human skin; the area around her six-pack and down to her crotch turned a pale yellow color.

“Ggraaah…. Yeah… take that… tree… man, this is too much.” She panted, looking down at her now forty foot tall physique. She grinned as she clenched her right fist and curled her powerful arm in a herculean flex. She could feel the muscles in her arm bulging still little by little as the blue armor-like scales spread across both. Her hands began to widen rapidly into larger dragon-like paws with her pinkie sinking away into her wrist. “Whoa! There goes a digit. I guess I never needed… ngh… what… oh wow…” she mumbled incredulously as she caressed her draconic paws against her football-sized biceps. A large red spike soon split her blue scaly skin atop each of her rounded muscled shoulders, followed by two across the back of her forearms and one on her elbows like that of a Druddigon. She roared as she slammed her fist against another tree, reducing it to a pile of splinters like the one before. “Oh yeah… I could skewer a tank with these puppies!” she crowed, while her other beastly hand went to playfully tease her still seashell pink nipples.

Her hands traveled down to her thighs as they began to bulk and quiver with pleasure. While also gaining two spines atop each of her toned boulder-crushing thighs, the area below her knees began to crack and contort, forcing her to stumble and sending her now fifty foot body down to the ground with a mighty thud. “O-ow, what- n-now way… even that’s getting dragon-y?” she watched in awe as her legs grew a second joint while her human feet rapidly widened into strong blue dragon feet with only three elongated toe-claws, with two thin lines appearing around her lower legs, making her look like she stole a pair of Garchomp legs to replace her measly human ones.

“Heh, that’s more like it, perfect support for all this wei- gaaaaah~!!” she was just about to lie down on her hips and lifting her leg up to caress her hungry snatch, when another large surge of pleasure overtook her. Her massive ass began to go numb and… start to move away from the rest of her. With a strange sensation that felt as though her spine was growing more and more sections while her body tried to catch up building flesh around it, her lower half began to elongate in an eerily painless process: she could swear she even felt countless rib bones and highways of thick muscles and scales grow along with it. All she could do was stare befuddled behind her as her rear stretched out tens after tens of feet of flesh away from her body. Her jaw dropped as she could see and feel another pair of legs sprouted beside her rear end, creating a long powerful serpentine second torso about as long or possibly longer than she was tall standing upright… on both legs at around eighty feet, which she stumbled to try and do so. Said torso was decorated with many thick Kingdra-like scales and a flexible yellow underbelly to match her front’s. Her crotch, as she could clearly feel, was still in front and covered by reptilian-like pubic scale flaps.

“Okay… well… that’s certainly a thing… but where’s my t-aaaail~!?” she roared one more time, feeling her scaly ass tingle many feet behind her as it began to make way for a long twisting dragon tail adorned with two dark blue dragon pearls at the end, like a majestic Dragonair. “W-well… g-goodbye booty…” she chuckled as she observed her now completely inhuman dragon rear and playfully twisted and coiled her long tail. As she towered over the treetops at a glorious one hundred feet and about two or two and a half hundred long, her skull began to ache as two points began to grow outward, piercing her hair and growing outward into two large bladed horns, black and red like a Haxorus'.

“…H-hello axe-horns.” She ran her long, forked tongue across her lips while her bright blue eyes had gained reptilian vertical pupils. Clair was nearly speechless now, looking over her body – as best she could with her still gigantic tits about triple the size of her head; just big enough for the cusps to meet with the top of her powerful six-pack ridge.
Clair chuckled in her throat as a mighty beat of her wings sent a gust across the thicket, when the calls of her shocked seahorse-dragon Pokémon below finally reached her ears.

[M-my lady, what has happened!?] Clair grinned, elated that she could clearly understand the language of her companion. She scooped it up gently in her claws and let it rest atop her spiky shoulders.

“Looks like I’m just like you now. And it feels amazing!” she roared triumphantly as she suddenly leaped into the air with all four legs and felt herself taking flight “I think I’m going to enjoy this!”

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A while later, Drasna and Iris had made it to one of the high ridges of the mountain. The smaller girl frowned. “Great, one more stupid steep climb.”
“Oh my, I’m not as spry as I once was.” Drasna caught her breath “Without Mademoiselle Clair, I believe this makes you the win- er…?” for once, Drasna’s eyes opened wide as she stared upwards.

“Huh… so you can… open… great black on a Deino!” Iris almost fainted as she came face to face with a gigantic pair of blue tits the size of houses… and a horned human face above them staring down with a wide toothy grin.

“Sorry girls, looks like I won.” Clair giggled as she seemed to be scaling downward, coiling down the mountain summit and clutching a sacred dragon’s fang between her claws before dropping it gently down at the other two girls' feet. There was no mistake, that was the relic left at the summit for the winner of the ritual to claim.

“Wh-what that… what are… CLAIR!?” Iris shrieked incredulously.

“Oh, dearie me!”

“Fufufu… I know, I’m as surprised as you are, girls~” she said before quickly explaining the events that happened after the waterfall.

“So… oh my, the stories are true.” Drasna smiled “Female trainers adept at a certain type of Pokémon, finding mysterious artifacts and growing into hundred foot tall titan Pokémon.”

“Huh, oh… oh yeah, wow.” Clair replied “I thought that was a load of Tauros, until Misty dragged her leviathan rump onto Cianwood’s beaches for a tan… or Janine going MIA and that huge hive appeared in the Safari Zone… So… I guess that makes me the super awesome queen of dragon Pokémon!” she grinned ear to ear.

“Wh-what!? Awww, what, but… argh! That’s so not fair!” Iris pointed angrily ”For one thing, you flew! Er… oh… but not on your Pokémon…. But you ARE one… so…” she puffed out her cheeks angrily and crossed her arms, looking away as green as any Axew .“Wha-whatever, be that way! Be the titan of dragons or whatever… at least the two of us don’t have stinky dragon breath now.” She stuck her tongue out.

Iris could see a vein in one of Clair’s arms bulge a little as she lifted her hand up… blowing a bit in her palm and giving a sniff, before comprehending the insult fully.
“Why you…!” Clair gripped a nearby boulder, crushing it into rubble, before her expression turned to a devilish grin. “So… you think I got dragon breath huh?”

“N-now girls, this quarreling isn’t in the spirit of the ritual!” Drasna held one of her poke balls out… though quickly concluded she would need something louder than a Noivern to calm both girls down, especially one of them.

“Well…” Clair held out her hands as two glowing blue balls of light began to form in each “…then how about you see what it’s like!?”

Iris and Drasna had no time to run as both orbs flew towards them and enveloped their bodies. Both girls would drop to their knees and begin to moan as one felt the ages of her life marching forward from her body rapidly maturing into a plump curvaceous form while the other felt time slipping back, her wrinkles and soreness fading away, back to the prime of her life.

Before Iris could comprehend what was happening, her luscious mocha skin was beaded with sweat as her white pants turned into a second skin and quickly began to split apart along with her cream and pink shirt up top, until laying atop the mountain ridge was a very plumply-curved adult with her hair dragging the ground if she stood. Massive billowing breasts exploding from her flat chest, capped with huge throbbing dark chocolate nipples as they reached down to her hips. While in back, her equally flat bottom burst forth into two massive spherical mounds of soft flesh many times bigger than her head with hips much wider than her shoulders. She drooled as she roughly grasped both her tits and ass mountains while her body kept growing bigger. Her hair soon began growing wilder and darker as fangs grew along with claws on her hands and feet. Black fur grew from her wrists to her elbows while a thick chubby tail like that of a Dragonite burst from above her titanic ass, along with six ribbon-like Hydreigon wings growing from her back and a single white horn growing from her forehead. Her overall appearance as a fifty foot Demi-titan made her appear as a brown skinned and scaled dragon woman with her ass sticking out considerably further behind her back than her tits from her chest, giving her a plump, soft pear figure almost begging to be groped. With gigantic tits about as large as her torso each, capped with face-wide areola and nipples thicker than her thumbs. While below was a monolithic rump with giant cheeks visibly larger than her heaving tits, to the point that her chubby tail was almost dwarfed by them in terms of length away from her back.

Drasna on the other hand, felt her old physique returning with a vengeance. Her body not just growing young and curvier, but also starting to bulk up with pound after pound of muscle, much like Clair. Her beefy arms and legs covered with thick brownish armor-like scales like that of a Tyrantrum, including a huge, lone muscled tail with spines on the end and long black claws. She roared in delight as her strong python-arms reached up to finger her puffy bulging slits of inverted nipples and dark areola, atop her billowing titflesh that soon reached her waist; her hair forming decorative pale curly patterns like Goodra stalks and two long white horns grew on each side of her head. But then, her clit under her reptilian-scaled slit began to pulsate furiously; bulging outward from her folds and flaps, longer and thicker with every throb. Once it reached past the size of one of her thumbs, the tip flared out in a slimy red mushroom-headed shape with an slit at the very tip while the shaft was coated in slick lubricating slime like that of a Goodra. Her newly grown cock continued pushing outwards until it was as long and as thick as her forearm. This also put the now youthful demi-titan at around seventy-five feet tall; a lot bigger than many of the usual thralls.

Clair stared wide eyed at the both of them, especially Drasna’s massive pulsating rod and Iris’s mountains of ass and titties weighing her down. “Gggrrrah…. Clair waaaant~!” she cooed as she lunged at the two of them.

“Ara ara ara, so forward~!” Drasna cooed, finding herself docking gigantic tits with Clair and her slimy huge rod slowly plunging deep into her waiting folds, making them both groan in pleasure.

“Y-yeahhhh~! Auuuugh~!!” Iris felt herself being coiled around by Clair’s serpentine lower half before the girl’s beaded tail went plunging into her folds, while Clair’s lower feet were in just the right position to grope and claw playfully at her massive sensitive ass. “This… this is amazing~!!”

“Mmm… yeah… augh… there we go…. Now everyone wins!” Clair said as she furiously rode Drasna’s well-lubricated cock. Soon all three girls roared out in pleasure, cumming simultaneously in their giant dragon orgy that shook the entire mountain as their juices flowed down the mountainside.

“That… this is fantastic.” Drasna cooed, laying in Clair’s arms as she withdrew her cock, only to run her hands over her glorious tits and abs and pushing it up between both mountainous spheres. Clair rewarded her with a lick of her tongue once the head breached the surface of her cleavage, like she had found a fleshy popsicle in her canyon of cleavage.

“Y-yeah… it’s… it’s not bad.” Iris hugged Clair’s tail as she playfully brought one of her tits to her mouth to gum on her own nipple. True, she wasn’t as huge as Clair… but still, this entire moment was a dream come true.

“Well… I guess that concludes the Dragon Tamer Ritual.” Clair smiled devilishly “I tamed myself two lovely drakettes today… and crowned myself Queen of Mount Silver!” She laughed boastfully, reveling in how loudly her voice echoed through the valley below.

“Mmm… best defeat ever?” Iris cooed as Clair swatted her rear with the tip of her tail, causing her to moan loudly as her barrel-sized cheeks quaked for several long sensual moments.

“Agreed~” while the other demi-titan played with her new “Queen’s” nipples.

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Well, since the last one went over so well, here's the next one. I might make this into a regular way of choosing the titans, unless I have one I just want to do. As last time, Flying is excluded because that chapter HAS to come after Electric, because of what I have planned for both.

[Daichi Azure]

well it's been a while, just checking in to see how things are going with this story arc.

[geno13]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KSSo2QK6o4

I am so sorry for the delay, but I had some dips in motivation and general laziness over the past several months, but I finally say down and started working on this again. Art by CinderBH.

Next chapter: Electric

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Chapter 10 – Phoebe the Spirit Titan

Deep in Eterna Forest, there is a gloomy abandoned mansion known as the Old Chateau. Like Pokémon Tower and Mt. Pyre, it is considered the most haunted area in its region. Known to not only be the home of several human apparitions, but due to the high spiritual energy of the place, a hotspot for countless Ghost Pokémon from all over Sinnoh.

That day, a lightly dressed girl was walking the path to the haunted manor. Her tropical fashion attire showed a great deal of her beautiful olive skin, and two large flower accessories decorated her short black hair. Her bare feet stepped over the uneven ground under the trees that nearly blotted out the evening sun; only a faint few rays of golden light pierced the canopy.

“The perfect setting…” Phoebe whispered to herself excitedly as she neared the house. The two second floor windows that jutted out from the shackled roof seemed to glare at her like a pair of hollow eyes. The spiritual channeler only grinned ear to ear.

“This place is practically exploding with spiritual energy!” she giggled: when she opened the front doors, their loud creaking echoed through the entrance hall of the dilapidated mansion.

“Now then… who can I speak to…” she said as she made careful steps onto the cold tiled floor, just before the double doors she inched through slammed shut “… Oh jeez. You guy sure seem to be in a bad mood. Come on now, I’m not here to bother you… well, much.” For someone who was now trapped in a haunted house with countless spirits, the young girl seemed pretty unfazed.

The truth of the matter was, Phoebe was not only one of the most skillful trainers in Hoenn, but also a gifted spirit medium able to communicate with not only Ghost Pokémon, but also the spirits of the departed. She would even take breaks at Mount Pyre to chat with her ghostly friends and invite them to hide in the shadows to watch her matches in the Pokémon League.

At that moment, she was looking for any unhappy haunts she could converse with. For the past few weeks, the paranormal activity all over Eterna Forest had spiked; ever since a strange series of sightings of several shooting stars around the world, numerous wild Ghost Pokémon had invaded the entire area. Soon enough, she would feel the unmistakable presence of a spirit lingering nearby. The room suddenly grew colder as she saw a candelabrum alight with eerie blue flames rising from a nearby table and drawing closer.

"There we go.” She smiled as she approached the floating candles and gave a friendly wave: as she focused her senses, a hazy apparition made out of white mist began to form. “Good evening. Please don’t be afraid, I’m here to help.”

She could swear she saw the form of that vaguely resembled a head nod in consent. “Hmmm…” a whispery voice echoed “Are you… the one…?”

“Um…’the one’? Are you expecting someone? Sorry, I'm having a bit of trouble conversating while I can't see your face.”

The mist began to solidify more, forming into the appearance of a woman about her age clad in a long purple dress with a cobweb design on her waist; her hair was a dark indigo color and flowed messily down to the small of her back while her skin bore a deathly pallor and her eyes looked oddly vacant and lifeless. Thought the ghost's most shocking feature of was her figure: shapely wide hips that surpassed her shoulders, coupled with immense head-sized bosom barely contained by her ragged robes, which framed her bulging pale cleavage. The spirit gave a crooked wry smile as she stared at Phoebe with that unsettling look of hers. “B… better…?”

“Uh… wow- I mean, yes, much better.” Phoebe couldn't help but stare at the ghost’s supernatural curves, but she quickly averted her gaze. But the ghost still noticed, and let out an echoing giggle.

“I’m glad if you like my new form. You definitely are the one, but…” The ghost suddenly reached out her pale hand with lilac nail polish and plunged her index finger right through Phoebe’s right breast until her hand came out of her back before pulling it out.

“Uwah! Hey, cut that out!” Phoebe flinched, her nipples going stiff from the feeling of that ghostly hand phasing through her.

The ghost merely giggled, hovering off the ground and slowly circling her. “I expected you to be… bigger…” she whispered “But you are the one… the one we were waiting for… Something is here… something for you… calling for yoooou~… I know it drew you here!”

“I… I suppose you’re right.” Indeed, Phoebe did have dreams of the Chateau for several nights on end. Something her Grandmother agreed was a premonition. Even the ghosts in Mount Pyre began to draw towards her more than usual, all urging her to come here of all places. “Heh, but you guys sure like to be cryptic about things… Playing games with the living like the afterlife is just one big party.” She chuckled, this was far from the first time dealing with mischevious spirits “Let me guess, you won’t tell me, but you want me to follow?”

The ghost gave a loud giggle in response, slipping away towards a nearby double door. Being solid, the candelabrum bumped into it and dropped on the floor as she phased through. Phoebe could not help but stare at the ghost's ample backside as it disappeared through the wood. It actually made her feel a bit jealous; she must had been a real looker when she was alive.

“Oh! Hey, Wait up!” Phoebe snapped out of her thoughts and chased her down the halls, thankful the flooring was made of tiles instead of aged wood. Soon, she found herself in a huge dining room, with a long ornate table and several paintings mounted on the walls.

“Heeheeheehee~” the ghost girl’s face popped in from above her field of vision, her body levitating upside down. She playfully poked Phoebe again in the nose with her cold finger… Then lowered her body more so her cold bosom squished right into the channeler’s face when she tried to move forward.

“Wh-whoa, hey now! You could suffocate somebody with those!” Phoebe giggled as she tried to push them away, her hands sinking deep into the squishy cold flesh to the point of her fingers disappearing before her hands slipped through. She could not help but blush at what she did.

“Now… we’re even…” the ghost giggled, flipping herself back right side up before lulling out her tongue and dragging it across Phoebe’s face; thankfully the apparition wasn’t a Ghost Pokémon, or her cheek would have gone numb a while. Though it still left an icky trail of ectoplasm on her face.

“Well aren’t you cheeky.” She pinched the ghost playfully on the cheek, before she noticed a few more spirits beginning to manifest around the room. “… Right. I thought there would be more of you guys around.”

The many spirits all gave a raspy “Welcome!” as they materialized, bowing to Phoebe in a neat row and displaying jiggling ghost bosoms held in by ragged maid outfits; like the first one, all women and all alluringly attractive, with bold hourglass figures.

“Uh, hello! I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Phoebe greeted the other ghosts “I just came in to see why there’s so many of you in this old house and out in the forest lately.”

“We came from far and wide.” One maid ghost quipped caressing Phoebe’s shoulder.

“The stone called for us… and to wait for the one.” The purple-dressed ghost chuckled.

“What stone?” Not feeling any hostility from the seven or so spectral women – aside from a growing sense of body envy on her part – she sat down in one of the chairs at the table after one of the maids pulled it out for her. One of the girls grinned as she flew down the halls into the kitchen, returning with an old, battered cloche covering a silver plate. She placed it on the table in front of Phoebe and raised the lid, revealing a peculiar-looking lilac gemstone in the shape of a magatama, but where the hole would be was instead carved a grinning face, slanted eyes and a jagged grin like that of a jack-o-lantern.

“Oooh, nice little trinket. But what does it-… whoa…” Phoebe reached a hand out to touch it, only to stop as her sixth sense kicked in. The spiritual energy she sensed bleeding out of the Old Chateau and into the woods, leading her here like a paranormal trail of breadcrumbs was coming straight from this tiny stone. “This thing led you all here?”

“Indeed.” One ghost in a refined black suit caressed her shoulders in slow, purposeful strokes. “…Aside from me and a few other original residents. Ever since the Spirit Stone arrived… it began to… change us… and all spirits drawn here.” Upon closer inspection, the ghost’s ragged clothes were very ill-fitting, as if meant to be worn by a man.

“Oh… kay. That IS pretty strange. So this stone gave you all… er…” she held her hands out away from her modest bust and made a groping motion… only to have one of the maids phase through the table and bend over so Phoebe was groping her pale ass. “Ack! Yes! Those too! Geez, you guys…” her face going red as the other girls laughed in unison: the maid who pulled the prank flew into the air above her as the others drew closer. “S-so anyway… You said this thing called for me too?” She poked the little gem, flinching as it felt freezing cold to the touch, yet eerily soothing the second time she rubbed a finger along the face.

“Yesssss~” the violet haired ghost hovered around her head “Take the stone! It’s just for you, take its power for your own! The space llama commands it!”

"Llama?…" Phoebe blinked “Uhm… whatever you guys say.” I guess I can take it to Shauntal to study…” she picked it up, holding it in her hands as she stared into the eyes of the carved face, feeling herself unable to blink, unable to look away. “It sure is… pretty…” her eyes began to glaze over, swirling patterns forming in her eyes as her hands began to move on their own, holding the gem to her chest. “Sooo pretty~”

A purple aura began to emanate around her body as it began to grow cold, giving her the chills as she held the gem closer. All around her, the ghosts circled, cackling madly as her skin crawled, growing colder and yet, she felt aroused beyond belief. She didn’t know why, but as the aura grew stronger, the tingling only got worse. She stood up, stumbling out of her chair and trying to steady herself with one hand while the other struggled to hold her stone. That is, until she relaxed her hand and found the pulsating gem was stuck to her chest and slowly sank into her body, as if it were an intangible spirit.

The room around her began to spin wildly, and she could swear things around her were getting smaller; in reality, she was just getting bigger. Her height slowly climbing in pulsating spurts as one of the girls swooped in from behind to help her stand up, only to then reach from behind and rub her breasts.

“Auuuugh… gah… wh-what’s happening to me!?” she moaned, feeling her voice growing a tiny bit faint.

“We don’t know… but we love it~” the purple dressed ghost continued kneading her tingling breasts, feeling them swell in her grasp. Curiously unable to phase her hands through them like before, she just cupped them gently and felt the billowing flesh push against her pale palms. Her blue tube top began to overfill with mocha colored titflesh with her nipples bulging as two clear bumps in the straining fabric. They wasted no time passing a D-cup and showing more and more cleavage by the time the ghost released them from her grasp, only to circle around and draw her tongue across the angry bulging nubs. Bigger and bigger they bulged as she rose past seven feet tall. By now, they were the size of her head and spilling out flesh from above and below until finally the top snapped off, revealing two chubby, dark inverted nipples that the ghost girl quickly latched on with her tongue.

“Kyaaaah~ Oh… o-oh wow! I thought you couldn't actually interact with… hmmm!” she shuddered as the butler woman’s hands groped her ass beneath her sarong that only now reached to halway doen her shins, her swelling cheeks starting to peek out from the leg cut. Her floral pink panties underneath were really feeling the strain of her widening hips and ass.

“Give it time…” the butler ominously cooed as she traced her own tongue across one of Phoebe’s now ham-sized cheeks. Even the pink ankle bracelet that normally hung loosely from her foot was starting to grow tight once she passed ten feet tall, growing faster as the other girls joined in. Each girl taking their turn massaging, rubbing and licking the growing girl all over.

“Gaaah… ah… girls… stooop~” she tried to stifle a giggle as their hands and tongues tickled her, before two of them lifted her off the ground by her feet and licked the bridge of her bare feet, making the changing girl burst out in laughter. As she past fifteen feet or so, her body was paradoxically getting lighter and lighter as she got bigger and bigger. Her skin began to cover with odd blotches of purple all over where the girls had fondled her, as one of them untied and removed her by now useless sarong just in time for her panties to snap off. The blotches spread more and more until her skin was a solid purple.

When she reached twenty feet, the girls finally let her go, drawing away with adoring looks in their eyes. Phoebe thought she was going to fall straight onto the table, but to her surprise she stopped mere inches above the surface.

“Wh-what!?” Phoebe looked down, feeling like gravity no longer affected her, or her still-swelling massive beachballs of flesh. Sitting up in midair, she looked at her hands, feeling them tingle before her fingers inched longer, with her nails growing pointed and fusing into her fingers until her fingertips were just solid points. She felt her ears shifting, moving up and through her darkening, growing hair until they rested atop her head, covered in an ethereal dark purple fur that matched the color of her changing hair, which were growing down to the small of her back, waving in an unfelt breeze. Her feet also began to shift, her toes going numb as they fused together into a single point that curled upward slightly as if she was wearing shoes. The final touches to her legs came in the form of a puffy light-purple tufts of furs covering her ankles and half of her shins, like the cloud-like hair of a Drifblim.

“This is unreal! I’m floating like a… ghost.” She gasped incredulously, not only from this realization, but also the fact that the huge dining table was now shorter than she was tall, made evident as she floated down on her back and stretched out. “I’m getting huge!” Trying to set her feet on the ground, she found herself unable to stand up straight without bumping her head into the ceiling… or rather, passing her head right through it. A mischevious grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Oh this is gonna be cool~!!”

She giggled as the roof of her Gengar-eared head breached the second floor, followed by her now red piercing eyes, then the rest of head, followed by her shoulders and scaring the un-living daylights out of a Rotom that was hiding in a nearby TV. “Don’t mind me~ just getting the scenic view~” she giggled, soon able to reach her arms up to rest them on the second floor. She looked down, admiring her still growing bosom as it slowly pushed up out of the floor; she let her nipples solidify, knocking over a bed and night stand, making her shudder with pleasure. She watched in awe as her gigantic mounds surged past twice the size of her head, big enough to take up half the space in the room as her rump below was being played with by the other ghosts, and did its own impressive surging past the size of her head.

“Soooo big… like a pair of big bouncy Drifblims~!” she cooed with her ghostly echoing voice. She let her tits rest in the upper room like a bra as she squirmed from the ghosts below finding her special haunted cave, tracing their tiny tingling tongues across her plump purple folds until her “ectoplasm” began to trickle out. “Oooooh~ careful girls~ I might s-solidify my whole body if you make me b-breeeeak concentration~!”

Her little purple friend rose to the second floor pounced onto one of her breasts, hopping on it like it was a inflatable castle and sending surges of pleasure through her, titflesh rippling out in waves every time she landed. Phoebe traced a hand on her collarbone as this went on, feeling a row of three round red jewels like a Mismagius’ growing along it like a necklace. Further down, three yellow crescent-moon shaped marking appeared on her bosom at the top; two tiny ones on each tit curving downward and a third marking that curved upwards across both tits.

“Mmmmm~ here it comes~ the grand finale~!!” she wailed as she felt her growing surge go into overdrive. Her feet spread across the dining room until her brooding hips – each wider than her shoulders - passed into the ceiling. Meanwhile on her shoulders, two stones began to materialize, floating near them like a pair of shoulder pads, resembling two halves of a Spiritomb's Odd Keystone. The flowers in her hair still clung to her now billboard-sized face as it was nearing the next ceiling. Suddenly both flowers burst into hot pink flames that grew bigger and brighter, suspending near her head like a pair of hitodama; the flame's color reminded her of a Chandelure.

“Mmm… ah… yeah… break on throuuuuugh~!!” outside the Chateau, the ground began to shake as a violet aura seeped out of the house, tendrils stretching out from it and forming into four thin ethereal hands much like a Cofagrigus’. Following that, two gigantic tits phased out of the mansion’s front walls right where the menacing windows were, followed by a head and shoulders before Phoebe emerged from the roof, giggling and moaning as she lifted her legs up and rested her gigantic ass on the roof, making it creak for just a moment before she adjusted the weight of her titan body to nearly nothing. She positioned her legs along the roof with the point pressed against her hungry folds. She began to buck furiously, reaching her final height of a hundred feet tall just as her thighs clenched around the house, almost breaking it before they phased through the creaking wood; all while fondling her enormous tits with both hands. Her new ghostly limbs joined in, grabbing handfuls of billowing purple flesh that surged out over three times the size of her head in pulsating, billowing spurts; able to droop down to her hips if she was standing. Her shadowy new appendages went to work with two on each purple mountain of pudding-soft tit. Each hand pressing down on the yielding surface like a vice and rubbing up and down each boob like they were trying to squeeze two giant overstuffed pastry tubes, while her original hands tried desperately to reach over to her puffy erect nipples that began to breach the surface of her bulging areola; finding those nubs just out of reach, she reached out with two of her new ghostly aura-arms, stretching them out and working them like radio dials. Finally being pushed over the edge by her six arm and roof-grinding, she cried out with a ghastly orgasmic wail that sent Flying type Pokémon sleeping in the trees flying away in fright.

Finally coming down from her high, Phoebe let her legs pass through the building so she could stand up, watching her mountains of breast slap her waist a bit before perking up, as weightless as the rest of her. The bangs of her hair hung over her eyes as she panted, before her mouth contorted into a wide fanged grin. She stood up proudly, arching her back emphatically and jutting out her ghostly mountains even more while she rested an arm behind her back and the other on her sexy huge hips. She felt a tiny tingle coming from her butt as if a tiny tongue dragged itself across it. She mischievously sat down, smothering the courtyard with her titanic ass with each cheek twice the size of her head, wedging the perverted ghost girl between them.

“Eeeeheheheheee~ ghost butts are sooo sexy~!” the girl wailed in delight, allowing herself to stay pinned, thinking she would cross over into heaven just from this feeling.

“Well… these aren’t half bad either~” Phoebe cooed, making her four ghost hands heft up her giant tits as the butler girl appeared and rested atop her right nipple, along with the other ghost maids happily hovering around her titan form. “Mmm… the guys back in Hoenn are gonna be in for a scare when I get home~”

[matteso586]

You could do a chapter about Serena, May, Dawn, and Iris.

[hexen]

Originally Posted by matteso586

You could do a chapter about Serena, May, Dawn, and Iris.

I second that... although Iris did transform into a dragon girl minion.

[geno13]

Hm... that's a tough one to do. Basically the way Titans are chosen is from their affinity to a certain pokemon type.

Slight spoiler: Ground is gonna be an interesting chapter to do, considering the single choice :3 Badass old lady going through AR to the prime of her life?

[hexen]

Originally Posted by geno13

Hm... that's a tough one to do. Basically the way Titans are chosen is from their affinity to a certain pokemon type.

Slight spoiler: Ground is gonna be an interesting chapter to do, considering the single choice :3 Badass old lady going through AR to the prime of her life?

Ground and rock seem to be the weaker types on the games right now, but maybe you could start tying the Titans to a theme instead of the element like the game does with legendaries? Maybe a part 2 of the series that involves that?

[geno13]

I'm not really sure what you mean... I thought the pokemon types *were* their theme.

[hexen]

Originally Posted by geno13

I'm not really sure what you mean... I thought the pokemon types *were* their theme.

Well sort of, usually Pokemon types are based off of what the Pokemon itself is influenced by, with some crazy mixes like Pikachu being a rat but having electricity as a type. With legendaries the reference is often to deities, entities from our world (Arceus being one of the most hardcore ones seen he references pretty much the Christian God, the Islamic Allah and the Hindu Braman), so don't know... maybe give the main Pokegirls actual Poketitan themes that rule over the others like Time, Creation and such? It's just a suggestion really but think it would be neat.

[edinjapan]

You could check here for some ideas http://z3.invisionfree.com/Pokegirls...ex.php?act=idx