Date and The Dragon of Antimatter

(In honor of Chainsaw Man chap 167, 2300 word chapter, enjoy.)

The sun was setting over Petalburg City, casting a warm, golden hue over the quaint buildings and the lush greenery surrounding the tranquil town. 

While the couple walked, anyone paying attention could see how Helena's legs were trembling, and a white sticky substance was leaking from between her legs.

Dune and Helena walked hand in claw through an empty park. Besides them, a pond reflected the setting sun's light as if it were a crown. 

The city, known for its serene atmosphere and picturesque scenery, was the perfect backdrop for their long-awaited date.

Dune despite his intimidating appearance—a large, dragon-like creature with sharp claws, fierce eyes, and a rough, yellowish-scaled exterior—Dune moved with a surprising gentleness. 

His eyes, usually fierce and intimidating, softened as Helena held his claw.

Beside him, Helena looked radiant in her black dress, her neck adorned with a pearl collar. Her dark purple hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. She carried a small handbag with the engravings of her family's company, Devon Co.

"I can't believe we're finally here," Helena said, her voice filled with awe as she gazed at the town's charming scenery. "Petalburg City is even more beautiful than I imagined."

Dune smiled, his heart swelling with affection as he watched her. "I'm glad we could make this happen. We've been so busy with training, battling, and having "fun" that we deserved a break," he said, pulling Helena closer by her waist.

Helena giggled and allowed Dune to handle her; half a year had passed since they started their adventure, and she could see how much they had changed.

They wandered through the cobblestone path, pausing to admire the view of the lake. 

The aroma of blooming flowers from the nearby gardens. Children laughed as they chased each other, their Pokemon playfully bounding alongside them.

Helena watched as the children played, chasing each other and yelling incoherent phrases; subconsciously, Helena rubbed her lower stomach; it wasn't difficult for Dune to guess what she was thinking.

"We still have a lot of time left, Helena, and you are still young," Dune resting his chin on Helena's head.

Helena let herself be embraced by Dune. "Yeah, but... I don't know..."

"Let's finish your first goal and challenge the Pokemon league," Dune said as his claws moved upward to massage Helena's breast.

Giggling, Helena moved aside to avoid being seen by the kids or their families. "Stop that, silly~; it's not fair, though..."

"What isn't fair?" Dune asked, sincerely curious.

Helena looked up to meet Dune's gaze and put on her best pouting expression: "You've been going around getting girls pregnant, Flannery, her Cinderace, that girl from the hot springs...

"When will it be my and the girls' turn?"

"You... got a point, but as I already said, let's first accomplish your dream; the future can wait for us." And so, Dune and Helena continued walking through the park, aiming for the town square.

As they approached the town square, Dune, and Helena were greeted by the sight of a grand fountain, its waters sparkling in the evening light. 

A group of musicians had gathered nearby, filling the air with a melodious tune that added to the enchanting ambiance. Dune and Helena exchanged a smile, drawn to the music's charm.

"Shall we dance?" Dune asked, offering his claw with a playful bow. He sniffed Helena's scent; she had put on his favorite perfume.

Helena giggled, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "Why not?" she replied, taking his claw.

They moved to the rhythm of the music, their movements fluid and graceful. Around them, other couples joined in, and some kids danced with their Pokemon while their parents watched from afar.

Creating a lively scene of joy and celebration. }

It felt like time had slowed for a moment, leaving the two of them in their own little world.

After their dance, they continued their stroll, eventually finding themselves at a cozy café near the edge of the street. 

Dune's stomach grumbled, making Helena giggle. "After all that Buffalant meat, you are still hungry? Come on, let's grab some dinner," she said as she dragged Dune into the cafe.

"Filling you up doesn't come for free," Dune answered as they stepped inside the establishment.

The café, which had a neon sign with the word "Kafelon," was known for its delicious pastries and aromatic coffee. It also had a charming indoor seating area adorned with fairy lights. 

The seats resembled American Diner Booths and were next to the windows, allowing a nice view of the outside town square.

They chose a table and sat down next to each other. Dune had to move his back fin so as not to cut down the back of the booth.

A friendly waitress approached, her apron embroidered with cute Pokemon designs. "Good evening! What can I get for you and your Pokemon?"

Dune glanced at Helena, who smiled and nodded. "We'll have two cups of your finest coffee and a selection of your best pastries, please," she said.

As they waited for their order, they talked about their recent adventures, hopes for the future, and the Pokemon they had caught. 

"... Oh, and I never told you how I caught Salazzle, right?" Dune said as he looked around to see if anyone saw him speak.

With both fists on her chin, Helena listened attentively as Dune spoke, "Well... now that you mentioned it, you never told me; I just saw you dragging her out of Mount Chimment and Gardevoir putting her on a Luxury ball."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and shared memories. Moments like these strengthened their bond and reminded them why they were such a great team.

When their order arrived, they marveled at the assortment of pastries before them – delicate éclairs, fluffy croissants, and colorful macarons. 

The rich and aromatic coffee was the perfect complement. They savored each bite, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together in such a beautiful place.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries fills the air. The dusk sun streamed through the large window, casting a warm glow over their boot. 

Dune sipped his coffee while devouring all of the pastries Helena had ordered for him. 

Helena toyed with her croissant as she watched him. There was something cute in how Dune ripped apart the poor pastries and macarons. 

She thought of how it would be if, instead of desserts, what Dune was devouring was a Pokemon; she knew before he met her, that he was just like any other wild Pokemon, if not worse, due to him not only being the apex predator of his route, but also an Alpha form of his species.

Helena's mind wandered, and she felt a familiar warmth spreading through her body. She admired how his strong claws effortlessly ripped the desserts in half, and his fangs crunched the pastries. 

She thought that if Dune were still in nature, he would probably rule as a king, and no Pokemon could even try to emulate his strength.

She was glazing and wanted his glaze.

Her thoughts grew more heated, and she bit her lower lip, unable to resist the urge any longer.

Leaning closer, she whispered, "Dune, I have an idea to make dinner a bit more... exciting."

Dune raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the mischievous tone in her voice. "Oh? And what might that be?"

Helena glanced around the cafe, ensuring they weren't being watched. The cafe was utterly empty, and the waitress was nowhere to be seen. 

Satisfied, Helena stood up and sat beside Dune, moving her hand under the table to reach Dune's lap, her fingers brushing against Dune's thigh. "How about I give you a little... handjob?"

Dune's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across his face. "Here? In the cafe?" he asked, his voice low to avoid drawing attention.

'Damn, Helena really has gone a long way from how she used to be,' Dune thought to himself as he felt his scales moving aside, allowing for his cock to come out.

He had really turned a nepo baby NEET into a hex nymphomaniac.

Helena nodded, her fingers slowly moving higher up his thigh. "Yes, right here, or what, did the Litten got your tongue?"

Dune glanced around once more, then leaned back in his chair, not caring that his backfin would cut the booth, a playful smile forming on his lips. "Alright, Helena. Let's see what you've got."

With a coy smile, Helena slipped her hand under the table and gently stroked Dune's growing cock. 

Dune released another quiet sigh of pleasure, his eyes locking onto hers. Helena's movements were deliberate and slow, her fingers gliding along his length with practiced ease. 

She watched his reactions, his breath hitched, and his eyes darkened with desire. The thrill of getting caught not only in the act but with her own Pokemon heightened her own arousal, and she could feel herself getting wet.

Dune struggled to maintain his composure, his claws gripping the edge of the table as he tried to focus on anything other than the exquisite sensation of Helena's soft finger playfully stroking his cock. 

The soft hands of a nepobaby who didn't work a single day of her life were wrapped around his cockead. These hands were as smooth as clouds, marshmallows, or Helena's breast.

Dune glanced around, making sure they were still unnoticed, then leaned in closer to her.

"You're going to drive me crazy, Helena," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Helena chuckled softly, her strokes becoming more insistent. "That's the plan, my master~."

As those words left Helena's mouth, she felt how the blunt spines around his cock became more prominent and started to leak precum; Helena stopped momentarily and licked it off her hand, smiling at Dune as she did so. 

She continued to pleasure him; Dune reached under the table and placed his claw on her thigh, squeezing gently. The touch sent a shiver of excitement through her, and she quickened her pace, wanting to push him over the edge.

By now, both of them were pleasing the other in a sort of lustful race to see who could get the other to release faster.

Their eyes met, and the intensity of their connection was palpable. Dune's breath grew ragged, and he knew he was close.

"Helena," he whispered, his voice strained. "I'm going to cum."

Helena's heart raced with anticipation. She maintained her steady rhythm, her eyes never leaving his. "Do it, Dune. Cum in my hands for me."

With a muffled groan, Dune's body tensed, and he released himself into her hand. Helena felt a rush of satisfaction and triumph, knowing she had brought him to this point. She continued to stroke him gently, helping him ride out the waves of pleasure until he finally relaxed.

Breathless and sated, Dune looked at Helena with adoration and amazement. "You are incredible," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Helena smiled, licking her hand discreetly. "Anything for you, Dune."

***

A secret ritual was taking place in the basement of Helena's mansion.

Covered in black clothing, 3 female figures were drawing a pentagram made of... cum?

A pale woman with blue hair cascaded into her face, covering it, and abnormally huge breasts held a grimoire with the initials H.D. written in gold on its cover. 

She spoke in such a serious tone that it was almost comical. "By the dark powers of Giratina, we offer our most precious liquid for you to strengthen our bodies to serve..."

A pitched voice interrupted "Nah, I just want to get prego."

The pale woman stopped briefly and stared at the dark-clothed figure. "Lopunny, please shut up; I'm trying to summon the God of antimatter."

"Can we already take off these robes? My tail is all bulged, and I can't scratch my back," Another robed figure said, taking off the robes and revealing her naked figure.

Dark scales with blue lines covered her entire body, with plump curves, a big ass, and prominent breasts.

"Ugh, Fine, you harlot, Since I'm the only one who wants to perfect my IVs..." The other figure also took off her robes, revealing a brown skin bunny with A cup breast.

Lopunny yawned and continued, "We don't need to sacrifice 3 weeks' worth of cum to Giratina to improve our IVs; I've heard that in Galar and Paldea, there are specialized trainers capable of improving our IVs..."

"Yes, but they don't make your ass bigger or make you lactate?" Gardevoir quickly snapped back, pressing her breast through the robe; quickly, damp marks appeared where her nipples should be.

Salazzle silently judged as both Lopunny and Gardevoir started wrestling over the pentagram; while their bodies were pressed against each other, a light appeared under them, and the ritual was completed without getting to watch how it worked.

Salazzle observed how the insides of the pentagram became translucent, as if seeing through a crimson glass, and a massive woman with long legs and a crown of gold watched them fight as she sat on a throne.

The entity then noticed Salazzle looking at her and blew Salazzle a kiss before the pentagram closed, and Dune's cum burned away.

Salazzle didn't know if she should be concerned that Giratina, the literal devil, had blown her a kiss or more concerned that the God of antimatter was a girl... 

"Can I go now?" she asked Gardevoir and Lopunny, who were still wrestling naked on the ground. For some reason, she thought both Gardevoir and Lopunny had grown a little taller and thicker, but she was too drowsy to care.