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One morning, in a modest unit within the tree trunks of Capim Town, a male, mild-mannered mudkip woke up as a girl. As he stirred from his slumber, rose from his haybed, groggily shuffled past his pikachu partner, and gently dunked his face in a nearby bucket of water, he remained utterly oblivious to this inexplicable, physiological, and hormonal change. But then, as he finally sensed parts now wholly gone and replaced, he threw up his head from the bucket in shock.

“What?!” Path exclaimed. His gaze shot down at the settling water. As his reflection came into view, he realized his face now possessed the slightest air of femininity coloring his cute looks. He couldn’t pinpoint how—his eyes, perhaps—but a sharp observer could see what happened to him. It confirmed what he sensed, and he recoiled from the bucket with a gasp.

The commotion now erupting that morning soon caused Path’s partner, Van, to roll half-awake in his haybed towards the now-panicking mudkip. “Blergh…what’s gotten into you, Path?” He asked groggily.

Path froze. In a span of several seconds, he fathomed what might come to pass between himself and an electric-type partner that already liked to use him for benefits. A blush quickly grew across his face from what could unfold, but the rational side of him begged for focus. He needed a confidant, and a plan to keep news of his freak predicament from spreading like wildfire.

“Van, I’m a girl,” Path told his partner.

“And you can be my girl anytime,” Van teased back, smiling.

“No, I mean literally,” Path pressed, “I woke up a girl this morning, Van!”

Confusion drew across Van’s face, until the light-bulb finally clicked. “You’re serious? Whoa…” Van rolled off his haybed to stand on two feet, eyeing Path. “And I thought you were cute before,” he teased again.

“Van, listen, I know what you’re already thinking, but wait a minute,” Path pleaded, “Mudkips don’t just change genders overnight. Nothing about this is normal! If we mess around now, who knows what could happen? You could knock me up!”

Van stared at Path with a devious grin. “Hot.”

“Van, please!” Path pleaded.

“Okay, okay,” Van said, easing off, “You know I wouldn’t do that to you, but still...I know you’re thinking about it.”

Path squirmed. “Of course I am, but so will half the town if they find out. And I can’t figure out what happened, and how to fix it, if everyone’s trying to rail the new girl in town. I need a head start, and you’ve got to keep this a secret, okay?”

“A head start where?” Van asked, “Do you even know where to go? We could just stay in for the day, see if you change back.”

“We both know what would happen if we stayed here.”

“And that’d be a bad thing?”

“I told you, it’s too risky!” Path pleaded. “I’ve got to lay low out of town for now, before we can figure out what’s going on. And if this is all one big fluke that goes away, I can just come back like everything’s normal. That’s all I got for now.”

“Ooookaaay?” Van said doubtfully, crossing his arms. “So what do I tell anybody asking for you?”

“I’m just taking time off the next few days, for private stuff. That’s all you have to say,” Path said. “I’ll meet up with you when I can, okay?”

“…Okay, but two things,” Van conditioned.

“Two?”

“First, let’s get your neckerchief on before you go. That’ll throw anyone you run into off your gender change if they assume you’re just the Path they know. You just have to play it cool, right?”

“...That’s not a bad idea. What’s the other thing?”

Van leaned in and placed his mousy paw on top of Path’s head, besides his head fin. “Wouldn’t a little favor between partners make you less pent-up out there?”

Path turned red as a cherry. “I hate that you’re right,” Path said, “But that could snowball way too fast. So let me try it my way first. Please?”

Van chuckled. “Alright. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

*****

After Van helped Path tie on the green, large-dot neckerchief of their team, the mudkip said his goodbyes and made haste to inconspicuously skedaddle out of Capim Town. He quickly dismissed his first thought of taking the Lapras Travel Liner. He wanted to travel light to be fast on his feet, and if the lapras out of Capim Town figured out what happened to him, they could be ground zero for juicy gossip down the grapevine. Instead, he headed out the town gate and traveled south down the familiar roads towards Treasure Town. As soon as he was far enough from either town, he planned to detour to the closest hiding place he could think of, and come up with a better plan from there. But as he walked alone down the side of the well-trodden road, flanked by thick woods on either side, his mind soon wandered again over the ramifications of his transformation.

Hopes of a passing fluke soon felt wildly optimistic to the mudkip. Without a clear understanding of how he changed, or why, his newly feminine body could persist for days, weeks, months…even years. The new factors surrounding him now, in his relations and in his love life, invoked a growing sense of dread.

“I don’t know how long I can keep this a secret,” Path murmured, staring down towards the road as he walked. “Family might freak out about it. I can’t depend on them. And I don’t know what could happen with Van. Maybe Flow would believe me? She’d know it was me. And she’s a ditto, so she might even figure out what changed me! But…”

Path ended up coming to a stop on the road, as the vivid imagery in his mind formed of a ditto in her cavern retreat, bearing the green bracelet gifted to her by that very mudkip, now locking eyes upon his feminized self with the unfiltered gaze of a horny beast.

“...She’d go overboard, too,” Path admitted, turning red in the cheeks. “I better steer clear of anyone who’d get as super-horny as she does. But it’s not like I’d just run into someone like that on the road, right?”

“Heeey!”

Path quickly lifted his gaze at the sound of a sudden, new voice down the road. Some distance away, straight down the familiar trail towards Treasure Town, the mudkip saw a fellow explorer wave a single vine in greeting. That vine belonged to a familiar, freckled bulbasaur Path met sometime ago on the Mist Continent, and he immediately recognized that bulbasaur straight down to the satchels strapped to their bulb. Path froze instantly.

“What in the world is Rooty doing here?!” he murmured, as he tried to save face by waving back with a forced smile. He suppressed the urge to turn tail and run, remembering Van’s advice as the fellow amphibian began to approach with a casual walk. “Dammit. Now I really got to play it cool. There’s no way he’d be normal about this if he found out. He’s a straight-up freak like his whole damn guild!”

Path breathed in to steady his nerves as Rooty reached the distance for a casual conversation, apparently oblivious to the mudkip’s change. One casual chat and he’ll be on his way. You’ve got this, Path.

“Hey, Rooty! Um, what a surprise,” Path greeted. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“Yeah, not since you left Noe Town!” Rooty replied. “But that joint expedition felt like only yesterday.”

“Y-yeah, true. Hard to forget working with a team like yours.”

“Who could forget Team Pregnation?” Rooty boasted. “I bet Team VP learned a thing or two working with us.”

“S-Sure did!” Path said, cringing. “But that, um, sure is a name to go by. I didn’t think that name was for real until we met your guildmaster for the, er...”

“Reward?” Rooty teased.

“Y-yeah...that sure took Van and I by surprise.” Path admitted. “But it...worked out, at least. That’s the best way to put it.”

Path struggled to steer clear of lewd topics. Rooty did not cooperate with this attempt whatsoever.

“Say no more, buddy. But on that earlier point…sometimes you’ve got to wear your passion with pride. Any cute girl meeting my team knows exactly what we’re down for, and we don’t disappoint!” The bulbasaur beamed a big smile at the claim, as he raised both vines, one on each side of him, to gesture and underscore his point.

“Ah heh…I’ll t-take your word for it, Rooty.” Path said. Inside, he suffered greatly, as one frustrating question crossed his mind after another. How could a mere bulbasaur be so brazenly confident in being a ladykiller? How were they so expressive with those long, slender vines? And above all, why does it even work? As Path tried his best to find an off-ramp and leave Rooty none the wiser, he shoved deep down the idle thoughts that grew and invoked a rising panic.

“I gotta tell ya, Path, I’ve been on a real long trip. I feel like a bulbasaur seeing the world with what I’ve been up to!” said Rooty.

“Oh, a trip all by yourself?” Path asked. “I was starting to wonder where your partners were.”

“Believe me, Azzy and Milktea are like bros. But your pal Rooty likes some me-time too. Besides…this bulbasaur’s been cooking.”

“Um, cooking?”

“Heck yeah! Remember what I told you before you got on the lapras back home?”

Path took a moment to recall, and nearly petrified as the memory hit him like a brick to the face. “Um, y-yeah! Y-you told me that if I was a girl, you...um...would?” His voice trailed off in the most quiet and nervous of tone.

“You do remember! Still true, by the way,” Rooty added. “But it got me thinking: why would I just sit around back at the secret base waiting for a mudkip girl like you to show up, when I can go chase that dream instead? She’d be incredible, Path. Cute, smooth to the touch, squishy in all the right ways, trying to stay modest even when someone’s matching her freak. You don’t just make love to a cutie like that, Path. You put them to work.”

The mudkip fell quiet, mortified.

“So yeah, big motivator, buddy. It got me thinking: someone out there could help me find that kind of mudkip girl, right? Then I remembered: Jirachi! He’s not at the wish cave anymore, they’re just watching the stars in Lively Town now. But maybe they’re still doing wishes? So I told the team I was going on vacation, sold some things, got on a lapras, surfed all the way to the Water Continent, went straight for the Expedition Society, and woke up Jirachi! That’s when I wished for a mudkip girl just like you, and he looked at me like I’d just lost it.”

“...what?”

“I know, right? He said ‘Don’t you know for mudkips there’s one girl for every seven guys’ and I said ‘Yeah, but I want a mudkip girl just like Path,’ and he said ‘No one’s asked for a wish that weird before, but the stars might line up for something good,’ and I said ‘So you’re telling me there’s a chance,’ and he said ‘Yes, just keep looking where you know there’s mudkips, now please let me sleep’ and I said ‘ALRIGHT!’ And when I was leaving Lively Town, it hit me: I already know where there’s at least one mudkip, that’s where I ought to go searching first. So I did some jobs, got on another lapras to get here, spent days looking for a mudkip girl like you, got beaned in the face with rocks by every mudkip girl I met, and now I’ve finally run into a familiar face after the worst string of luck I’ve ever had!”

Rooty took in a gasp of deep breath. “Did that wish of mine even work, Path? I’m starting to wonder.”

Path would have quietly enjoyed the schadenfreude under normal circumstances. Instead, he was dumbstruck. Shocked. Frustrated. Ready to blow. With all the pieces of his mysterious and sudden genderswap falling in place before his very eyes, Path threw reasonable caution right out the window as he felt ready to throttle Rooty on the spot with a sheer, piercing gaze.

“...Path? Something’s different about you all of a sudden,” Rooty noticed, “Something I said?”

Path took one last look up and down the trail. Then, he let Rooty have it:

“Your wish turned me into a girl, you idiot!”

Rooty’s eyes widened with epiphany. “Oh, fuck…really?”

“Yes, really! Just this morning! And I had to run out of town before word got out, too. Almost no one’s going to be normal about this, least of all you! Dammit, Rooty, why wasn’t I good enough for you?! You could’ve taken me to that secret base like any girl of yours and done whatever you wanted to me, but instead you’ve turned my life upside down!”

Path clutched a big rock close to his feet. _“_I oughta bean you in the face, too!”

Rooty immediately threw up his vines to shield his face. “Whoa, hold on a second! It’s just a freak accident!”

“Just an accident?! Like that makes anything better! Eat rock, you damn jerk!”

Path’s rock throw threaded the gap between Rooty’s vines to bean the bulbasaur right on the forehead. “Augh!”

Path clutched another rock, ready to pelt Rooty with every stone on the trail. But Rooty’s vine immediately wrapped around his wrist to pin it down. Path lurched for another, but the second vine pinned that down too. Path dove his face to the ground to clutch a big rock right between his lips with determination. He spat it out, and beaned Rooty’s forehead a second time.

“Oow! Path, knock it off!” Rooty protested. As the bulbasaur’s brow burned raw with fresh pain, he swiftly yanked Path towards himself with his vines. He raised his front feet, pushed the angry mudkip back head-over-heels, and then pinned the whole of his body down upon his would-be assailant. Path fought to free his wrists, now pinned back and apart, and jostled against the bulbasaur’s weight to break free, but Rooty’s girth and grasp held firm.

“Let me go!” Path demanded.

“Could you stop beaning me with rocks first?” Rooty asked.

“It’s less than you deserve!” Path countered. “How are you even going to fix this?!”

Rooty paused. In the heat of the moment, as the two explorers now pressed flush against each other, he began to soak in the extent of Path’s transformation. He notched against the mudkip girl beneath him with tremendous ease, like hand in glove. Smooth, moist skin invited an intimate rub and press. And Path knew it, too. The tint of femininity in Path’s eyes Rooty now saw clear as day glared back with a growing red in those wide, orange-gill cheeks.

“Well, there’s one thing I could do now.” Rooty offered, as his mood noticeably shifted. “Are you in a rush to change back? Because I wasn’t lying.”

Path’s heart started to pound. “Rooty, wait,” he pleaded, “It can’t be any more different now. I can’t just give you what you want. You put me in this mess, and...you’d put an egg in me! Over and over! That’s crazy!”

Rooty smiled widely. “That’s the Path I know. Still trying to act normal after blurting out how freaky you really are. Damn, you’re cute.” He leaned closer in to Path’s face, slinking and grinding against the awkwardly aroused mudkip in the process, as he eased the grasp of his vines to tuck Path’s wrists to their chest. Path’s heart pounded harder and harder. “Maybe I could’ve taken you back to the secret base after all. I would’ve made such a girl out of you. And I still could.”

“Aaah!” Path burned up hard as he stared back at Rooty, immensely vulnerable. Rooty read him like an open book and turned the screw without mercy.

“Hear me out, Path,” Rooty went on, “I’ll help you get back to normal sooner or later. I owe you that much. But I know and you know that you want someone to take you. Use you. Breed you. Van could tide you over, but I doubt he could ever put eggs in you. Me? I’d take you all the way, like a boy-turned-girl like you really craves. You know anyone else you’d want to do that to you?”

“…Maybe Flow,” Path confessed.

“Who?”

“She’s a ditto.”

“You mean like a girlfriend? Pfeh. Dittos. They just cheat. I’m the real deal,” Rooty suavely countered. He slid his growing erection against Path’s slit to make his point, prompting a sudden gasp from the mudkip beneath. “Look me in the eye, Path. Can you tell me, right now, you don’t want me to take you?”

Path’s breath stilled as he stared down the point of no return now racing madly towards him, paralyzed by fear and desire. His incredulity at himself, for being so tempted to take his transformed gender to such emasculating extremes with the self-proclaimed stud that witlessly feminized him in the first place_,_ boiled over to equal parts frustration and mortifying wantonness. It felt like all the teasing and light-hearted bullying the mudkip had endured from horny guys now culminated into this very moment to prove them right.

He didn’t want to care about that anymore.

“…Not here,” Path murmured.

“What’d you say?” Rooty asked.

“I said not here, Rooty! You don’t just take your girls in the middle of the road, Do you?”

Rooty grinned. “Oh, sometimes.” He slid off Path and unfurled the grasp of his vines. Path rolled back upon his feet.

“Rooty, please! I’m trying to keep this secret,” Path pleaded.

“Oh, we’ll need some privacy, alright,” Rooty teased. “Because I’m gonna make a mom out of those cute, blue hips.” He gave Path a gentle smack on one glute with a vine, embarrassing the mudkip with a pleasured gasp.

“Geez...you’re lucky I even have a few days to myself,” Path said. “Listen...I was going to hide in the Waterfall Cave to figure out what to do, but now...m-maybe we can just go there together? We can make a secret base there, and...get down to business. The water-types there won’t bother us much, and I already know what to do now, anyways.”

“What, get bred?”

“No, take you back to Jirachi to take back your wish...after we, um, put my egg up for adoption.”

“You mean eggs, girl. And can Jirachi’s wishes even be taken back?”

“You better hope so, or I swear I’m going to bury you. With a boulder.”

“Gonna be hard to do that when I’ve got you entangled, Path.”

“Will you shut up and just follow me, Rooty?!” Path walked off in a huff. “Please, don’t make me regret this.”

“Okay, I’ll ease off…for now. Lead the way, cutie,” Rooty affirmed, following closely. “I’ll enjoy the view.”

******

Path led Rooty, thankfully without further interruption, to the entrance of the Waterfall Cave. A small gap stood between them and the secret entrance behind the down-flowing water, above a sizable drop best not dwelled upon. Any explorer with sense saw this as a one-way entrance to the mystery dungeon ahead. All appealing factors for any lust for adventure, among other things.

After taking a moment’s pause to soak in the majestic sight, Rooty took Path by surprise by boldly leaping the gap ahead of the mudkip, disappearing behind the waterfall with a splash, while the genderswapped explorer had continued mulling his life choices as he had done for most of the walk. Moments later, a bulbasaur vine stuck back out through the waterfall, beckoning Path to take hold for safe passage. Path eyed that vine, and took a moment to breath in deep, steeling his nerves.

Okay...Rooty’s totally fine with me turning into a girl _._ More than fine. So am I, Path thought, reassuring himself. I’m still the same Path deep down, and...w_ e’re both getting what we want_.

Path reached out and clutched Rooty’s vine. As the appendage slid smoothly around his waist to lift him off the ground with surprising strength, Path closed his eyes and let the waterfall running over him push his lingering inhibitions to the wayside. In the next moment, he opened his eyes to Rooty greeting him in the secret entrance to the mystery dungeon proper, the short, cavern trail still flanked by shallow pools. The waterfall behind them filled the air with a constant, natural white noise, masking their presence by sight and sound alike. Unless someone witnessed their crossing of the gap, no one would know Path and Rooty were there.

As Rooty unfurled his vine, he looked at Path with all smiles. Path’s nervousness grew as the mudkip tried his best to roll things along. “Um, so...how far should we go into the mystery dungeon, before we set up base?” Path asked.

“Honestly, girl? We could do it right here,” Rooty replied.

“Wh-what?”

“Okay, Path, hear me out,” Rooty began, as he took steps to get close to Path’s side. “A secret base means we gotta whip and water gun some riff-raff just to find a good spot, and then you got a bunch of pokémon itching to beat us down and kick us out of their cave while we’re trying to get busy. And I don’t know about you, but...I’d rather keep you to myself, if you follow me.”

Path blushed. “Y-yeah, um...that could be a problem.”

“But here? We get a cool waterfall, pools to wash off, and all the privacy you could ask for. and my vines can get us back the way we came. Everyone wins!”

Rooty inched closer, and soon his girth pressed flush besides Path in a gentle cuddle. He reached out with one vine to wrap Path in a hug, the tip brushing along blue curves.

“So, um, two things,” Path pressed, though the mudkip didn’t do much to brush off Rooty’s advances. “One...explorers might come through here, and, uh...they’d be in for a big surprise.”

“Heheh,” Rooty chuckled, “You’re telling me no one’s used this spot to fuck before, girl? No way. Besides, I could smoosh you beneath the water if you really wanna hide.”

“Yeah, about that water...it’s standing water. We were going to flush that out first, right?”

Rooty paused. “Oh, uh...of course! Better safe than sorry, cutie.”

“Nice save,” Path said, as he turned and stepped to one of the shallow pools. “I’ll freshen these up for us. You just enjoy the view for a little longer.”

Now standing close to the water’s edge, Path took position, angled his body down to aim low, and unleashed a signature surge from his mouth. The impromptu powerwash continued on, blasting the standing water one attack at a time out upon the surrounding rocks. And Rooty grinned at the sight. Did Path mean to present his girly fin and backside while cleaning up? The bulbasaur wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t complaining, either.

As Path continued, Rooty’s vine tips reached out in temptation, lingering closer and closer to those chubby, alluring curves. But Path’s turn back towards the waterfall to attempt a quick refill stayed Rooty’s grasp. The mudkip sat down to anchor his weight, before cautiously leaning in face-up to let the waterfall run down his face. He turned back to get back to work, drenched but topped off, and stopped at the sight of Rooty smiling at him, the bulbasaur’s vines tucked back out of sight.

“And here I thought water-types were bottomless fountains,” Rooty teased.

Path turned red in the cheeks as he continued dripping all over upon the well-trodden, cavern path. “Cleaning a whole pool would tap anyone out. How else are we going to freshen up in here?” he lightly protested. “I know how you are...you’re going to make a mess of me.”

Rooty gently closed the distance between the two of them, pressing his brow to Path’s. The mudkip turned redder as their gazes locked upon each other, the mudkip looking up towards the bulbasaur. With no gap between them, the taller height and wider girth of the grass-type stoked Path’s imagination even further.

“Why tire yourself out before we get to the best part, girl? That’s supposed to be my job,” Rooty said.

“...Aah.” At a loss for words, Path began to fidget in place. That fidgeting only grew stronger as Rooty shifted his head to affectionately rub his face against the mudkip’s, orange gill to freckled cheek.

“Besides...I’m getting a little thirsty.”

Path’s eyes popped wide as Rooty’s face slid deftly to press in. The soon-to-be lover stole a kiss from the boy-turned-girl in his company. He cupped the mudkip’s petite, round feet with his own, anchoring the fellow, needy explorer in place as his lips embraced. As the kiss began to melt Path in an upswell of pent-up lust, the mudkip’s eyes fell closed, and he relented to Rooty’s desire to part his lips and seize his mouth further with the inward slide of an eager, caressing tongue. Soft coos escaped the corners of Path’s mouth, and he tilted his head back.

“Aa...aan…”

Rooty broke the kiss for a fleeting moment, only to press harder after Path barely gasped a fresh breath. His vines unfurled mid-kiss, tracing paths down the mudkip’s back to the base of the tailfin. One tip wrapped around to grasp and pull the fin up and back, as the other snaked between Path’s inner thighs to begin stroking along the slit Rooty eyed minutes ago. The sensation gave Path a fresh jolt, causing a sudden break of their own.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, cutie?” Rooty asked, peering down as Path caught their breath.

Path paused, jittering nervously before Rooty. “Most guys I know would never kiss me like that.”

“Well, you’re sure not a guy anymore,” Rooty teased back, “Plenty of them would love to kiss you now.”

“Um...you’re right about that, but-”

“But nothing. Those other guys can’t compare to me, anyway. Forget you were ever a boy before, because you’re gonna be my girl now,” Rooty said seductively.

Rooty leaned in for another kiss, but Path raised a foot against his lips to prolong the pause. “C-Can I fill the pool back up first? I r-really am topped off from the w-waterfall.”

Rooty chuckled. “Sure, but I’m sticking close. That smooth bod of yours is just as soft and squishy as I imagined.”

Path breathed a sigh of relief as Rooty retracted his vines. He stepped past the freckled bulbasaur, who turned and walked right alongside him, hip-to-hip. As Path came to a stop at the edge of the flushed-out pool, his lover-to-be slipped behind with a grin as he raised one foot to knead Path’s backside. He provoked a soft gasp out of Path as he nibbled on the mudkip’s tailfin for good measure.

“Take your time,” teased Rooty, as his nibbles became sensual bites.

Greatly distracted by the foreplay Rooty now poured upon him, Path couldn’t help but raise that backside once more to Rooty’s advances, as he struggled to fill the pool without killing the mood. The gentler downpour of water from such a wide mouth always felt derpy to Path, and he was quietly thankful Rooty took far greater interest on the south end instead. The bulbasaur took full advantage, planting love bites and hickeys wherever his mouth aimed, teasing all around the mudkip’s slit to drive her crazy.

Her? Her. As the pool was restored with fresh water from the waterfall, Path caught the mental slip that happened without so much as a conscious thought. A part of Path didn’t feel it was earned. The mudkip still felt like a freak impostor diving headfirst into an insane desire instead of getting back to normal. But as Rooty began wrapping his vines around both Path’s thighs to further knead both glutes with their tips, the needy mudkip cared less and less of such concerns. Would it be so much harm, Path thought, to take Rooty’s advice?

Path soon stared at a fresh pool with increasingly heavy breaths as the mudkip’s water petered out. Marinating in the pleasure Rooty stoked, she quietly decided: Path the explorer boy would step aside. She’d come back for him, sooner or later...but the girl Rooty saw in her now yearned to strap in for the ride.

With a turn of the head back to Rooty, she spoke. “The pool’s all ready now...when we need a dip,” Path said between breaths. “Y-You’re really enjoying yourself back there, aren’t you?”

“Oh, I could play with you forever, girl,” Rooty gushed.

“Th-That’s good,” Path stammered back. “Um...do you remember what you said? About your dream mudkip girl?”

“Oh, that I’d put them to work?” Rooty said, teasing mercilessly as he kept up the heavy petting. “Don’t worry, we’re just getting started. But there’s something I’ve got to do first…”

One of Rooty’s vines tightened around Path’s thigh and tugged to lift her leg high to the side. The other vine followed through, rolling Path in place and catching her off-guard.

“Aaah!” Path gasped in surprise as Rooty swept the mudkip off her feet and laid her face-up. But further shocks from the bulbasaur’s advances soon set her heart racing. Those vines quickly untangled, looped her thighs in parallel, and then slid like serpents to the wrists of her forelegs to bind them firmly together. Rooty’s front feet swiftly clutched her thighs in turn to lift them up, bend them over, and spread Path’s legs nice and wide. He bared her slit to his lewd intentions before his face, widening Path’s gaze at the bold aggression now playing out upon her. He felt the tremble of Path’s vulnerable but undeniable need, and openly relished in the moment, keeping her in suspense.

Finally, he said to her: “Damn, Path...you’re even cuter tied up. You won’t miss being a boy for long.”

Rooty’s mouth dove upon Path’s slit. Without warning, his tongue swiftly plunged into the depths of Path’s vent.

“Aaaanh!” Path’s eyes popped wide with a loud, intense moan, her back curling hard with stolen breaths as Rooty lapped up every inch of her warming, inner walls. Her tailfin waved erratically with each deep, provocative lick, and her body tensed and trembled. The bulbasaur seized the fellow explorer in a whole new realm of intimacy. With every deep kiss of his mouth upon her crotch, Path’s already-flimsy inhibitions collapsed with alarming speed.

Rooty couldn’t resist going further. With a push of his girth and the pull of his vines, Path’s bent-over body raised higher to her lover’s face, her legs hanging like open wings as she balanced upon her head and shoulders. Her eyes shut tight as her mouth fell agape. The utter sensitivity of her feminine sex, and the possessive, lewd grasp of thick, smooth vines escalated her quick, short breaths to louder moans, mercifully muffled by the running waterfall. She moaned no differently from a virgin maiden, suddenly and irreversibly enthralled, firing up the bulbasaur to slay her relentlessly with the whole of his broad, grinning mouth.

Path failed to notice the single, bulbous vine tip snaking right up to her face, until it tapped against her upper lip, trying to entice her. Path’s gaze locked upon that vine tip now looming over her, as Rooty eagerly eyed her response. Path felt read like an open book.

“A-Aaaan...j-just do it, Rooty!” she relented, already in too deep to reject such a phallic appendage.

Rooty’s gaze flared with erupting lust. His vine finally slipped between Path’s lips. Knowing the mudkip’s thirst for cock well before she had transformed into a girl, Rooty sank his vine far to the back of Path’s throat.

“Glkph!” Path’s gag reflex kicked in, tearing her up. And yet her mouth instinctively wrapped around and sucked upon that vine as it soon began to gently thrust down her throat. With tongue and vine now diving into both holes like the alternating pumps of pistons, Path’s further-muffled voice quickly rose into renewed moans, her lust boiling over and devolving her state of mind. Rooty stoked her needs without mercy nor restraint, electrifying her, driving her towards the peak of pleasure as her moans pitched higher.

“Mnhh! Hmmn! Mmmnh! Mnnnnh!”

Path’s legs then clamped suddenly upon Rooty’s head. Her vent squeezed upon Rooty’s tongue in turn, and she quaked.

“Mnnnnnnnnh!”

Path’s climax came hard and fierce. In the shameless clutches of the bulbasaur that seduced her, the mudkip girl felt immense pleasure beyond all her old comprehension. And Rooty knew it. The gush of fluids from her hot sex as she instinctively sucked hard upon Rooty’s vine betrayed just how utterly Rooty rocked her world. And the crash of exhaustion that followed her moment of euphoria proved just as absolute, as her limbs and fins crumbled and fell limp. But even as her carnal high swiftly fell back down to earth, the horny bulbasaur sprung one more surprise upon her.

Path’s eyes widened with a weak “Nmh?!” of surprise. While still riding the bliss of her climax, the vine down her throat gushed upon the back of her tongue without warning. One glob of sweet sap after another, amber in color, coated Path’s mouth deep, deep down as she had kept mindlessly sucking, as if fully expecting she’d swallow it all. Already drowning in pleasure, Path ended up closing her eyes again and gulping around the bulbous tip with barely a second thought.

Rooty flicked his tongue out of Path’s vent, delighted at her present state, as he let Path’s body lay back down more comfortably upon her back. He unfurled his vines from her thighs and rested his weight right upon her, eyeing her face-to-face as her wrists remained bound. And then, he finally plopped his vine tip out of Path’s mouth as well, giving her a much-needed moment to catch her breath.

“I’ve never seen such a cute, lewd face in my life,” Rooty told her. “You even enjoyed my sap.”

“I honestly forgot you could do that,” Path admitted, looking away with a blush in the cheeks.

“Well, I did grow new vines back just recently. New vines never get all that leaky. You’d be surprised how often they get cut and mashed.”

“...Does that hurt?”

“Uh, every time, yeah. But no worries: Now I got the perfect girl to polish off all my tips,” teased Rooty, “Aren’t you going to tell me how it felt, coming for the first time with a stud like me?”

Path fell quiet, hesitating to answer. “If I was a boy...it wouldn’t be the same. Not even close.”

Rooty exhaled with satisfaction. “Huff...I knew you’d love having sex as a girl. Now I know I can put you to work.”

“Rooty! I j-just came!” Path protested, growing nervous.

“Well now it’s my turn, cutie,” Rooty volleyed, unphased.

The bulbasaur stepped back from Path with a glint in his eye as his vines tugged Path’s wrists up and towards him. Path gasped with an “Aaa!” as her whole self flipped forward and flopped prone upon the treaded ground. The next thing Path knew, Rooty stepped forward, over her head, perched up upon her back, and slinked right against her brow and headfin until the mudkip stared down Rooty’s arousal for the first time.

Path’s heart raced as she fell quiet and tense with stolen breath. What she had only caught mere glimpses of before, during the joint expedition on the Mist Continent, paled in comparison to the full display. The amphibious pokémon now keen on slaying her wielded a pink, glistening, cone-shaped and tapered malehood now protruding alarmingly far out his vent, with a stout girth thickest at the hilt. The cute girls Rooty often set his sights on would get utterly speared by such a monster. Path laid there and stared at the beastly erection now yearning for her, burning red as her rising cock-thirst boiled rapidly to the surface.

Rooty grinned with satisfaction. “Like what you see, Path? It’s all for you, girl,” he teased.

“...Yes,” Path confessed meekly.

The bulbasaur released the grasp of his vines, letting the mudkip lay more comfortably beneath him. “Heh...I know you’d be drooling for this even if you were still a boy,” he teased further. “It’s like you were born to get bred. All you needed was the right stud to make you a real bitch.”

Path fretted. “Rooty, please! I already want you bad. Don’t make me die of embarrassment first,” she pleaded.

Rooty’s response dripped with raw lust. “Then open wide, bitch.”

In one smooth motion, the bulbasaur dropped his hips against Path’s face. His tip slid far, far into the mudkip’s mouth, reaching the back of her throat with ease as her lips instinctively wrapped around that widening shaft. And as those lips finally kissed against the vent, Rooty kept his crotch pressed against his lover’s face. He heard Path gag beneath, before she soon melted into a renewed, pleasured moan upon his cock.

“Ggkh! Mnnh...Mmmnn~”

Pleased with her reaction, Rooty began to rock his hips. He fucked Path’s face with slow, indulgent motions, aimed to further stoke her needs with every lewd slide of cock down her throat. Already primed by the first climax of her feminine sex, Path submissively sucked upon each thrust Rooty gave, her state of mind falling further into open lust without care for the consequences.

“Mmmm...that’s a good girl,” Rooty complimented with heavy breaths.

The bulbasaur’s front feet clutched and kneaded Path’s moist body, as his vines reached to wrap and fondle her tailfin. With a mischievous smirk, one vine looped right around the base of said fin, curled into a wider loop, then prodded against the topmost part of Path’s vent, signaling his intent. A devolved, muffled, and primal moan of consent from the mudkip gave Rooty all he needed to plunge that vine swift and deep, clenched tight by vent and cloaca alike. Soon enough, vine and cock moved in tandem, penetrating and pumping Path with such ease that Rooty couldn’t help but start tapping Path’s mouth with harder, wet smacks.

Such lewd talents drowned Path in a series of maidenly, needy moans, provoked without pause by the spitroast Rooty now performed single-handedly upon her. Both ends swallowed the bulbasaur’s phallic repertoire more voraciously by the second, as the mudkip’s withering masculinity further crumbled into dust both lovers swept under the rug. Path heard Rooty’s lustful breaths through it all. She also felt the hardening twitches in her mouth, of a cock now primed to release Rooty’s load, and leaned in her head further against his humps to entice her stud to drive his lust to the finish.

Rooty gave Path one last, sharp plunge on both ends, pressing hard to delve as far as he could. Path gagged anew upon the aggressive slide of cock as her sex squeezed tighter upon the tip and length of vine. She braced herself for the gush of sap in her backside and the hot flood of semen in her mouth, to finally taste Rooty’s seed for the first time.

“...Hnnm?”

To Path’s confusion, save for the pre-cum that dripped down her throat, no hot rush of fluids came rushing at all. Instead, Rooty’s vine slid out of her vent and teased her tailfin as he gently dismounted and plopped the spit-soaked cock from her mouth. He looked to her face-to-face, his expression devious.

“Had you going there, didn’t I?” he teased.

“...Is something wrong?” Path asked sheepishly. “I thought you were going to…” She trailed off, too embarrassed to finish.

“Oh, that’ll happen for sure, sooner or later,” Rooty said, “But it’d be waste not to knock you up first. I felt how badly you want it, Path, with every squeeze~”

Path averted her gaze, her embarrassment renewed. “Of c-course I want it,” she stammered, “Don’t make me beg for it, too, Rooty. How much more could you possibly emasculate me?”

Rooty’s grin grew wider and outright deviant.

“Okay...point taken,” Path fretted.

“You want to get in your pool?” Rooty asked. His vines reached into one of the satchels upon his bulb, each producing an Oran berry. He swallowed one with a quick gulp and offered Path the other. Path paused, before swiftly swallowing the offered food in turn.

“It’s a bit too shallow for anything but a roll-around bath,” Path said. “You couldn’t really hide me in there, and we’d get cold. Let’s just...go for it here.” Path sighed. “What we’re doing is so crazy, Rooty. There’s no way I could keep this genderswap a secret for long.”

The bulbasaur nodded in understanding. “Mmhmm, that’s right,” he said, “But hey, that wish of mine might be the best thing that’s happened to you,” he added with a wink, as he caressed Path’s cheek with a vine. “Just imagine all the boys like me that’d want a piece of you now.”

“Um, th-that was kind of already the case, b-bu-”

“But it’s a whole other story when you’re a girl,” Rooty finished. “And you know you like it, bitch~”

“Aaa,” Path fretted again, her composure faltering. “D-Do you have to keep calling me a bitch?”

“It’s all just part of the tease, girl,” Rooty assured, “Now why don’t you get on your feet? Show me how much you want me.”

Path’s heart skipped a beat. She fell quiet and sheepishly stared at the cocky bulbasaur now dead-set on breeding her. She couldn’t believe she was about to give Rooty everything he ever wanted. But the bulbasaur had her number. She was a closeted freak, yearning to take the plunge against reason and better judgment. And it was all his damn fault. Those thoughts ran through her mind as she approached and surprised Rooty with another long, deep kiss.

She spoke up again after pulling away gently by mere inches, the line of spit breaking off between them. “Please, Rooty...make it worth it,” she started to beg. With a slide and a pivot, she turned around and brushed her tailfin against his cheek, inviting him closer as her hind legs straightened and raised her blue backside close to the bulbasaur’s gaze. “I want you inside me, long and hard. So take me like the girl I am...please.”

Rooty exhaled sharply. “Huff...you won’t have to tell me twice,” he returned.

The bulbasaur stepped forward. Path felt Rooty’s girth start to envelop her in the warm weight of his chest and belly. The smooth skin of the fellow amphibian, invited by the mudkip’s moist touch, glided against her feminine curves with a firm, seductive press. Path’s tailfin folded up and over with ease beneath that press, and her headfin slipped into the lewd nibbles and licks of a head-cocked bite. The length of Rooty’s forelegs soon pinched Path in place, securing his lay, as his stout, spiky feet anchored upon the ground to both sides of her. And before long, Path felt Rooty’s tip finally prod against her vent. With the shape and size of such a cock now vivid in her imagination, Path’s heart raced with anticipation, her needy breaths growing loud and quick.

Rooty’s vines slipped out from his bulb once more. They snaked around Path’s thighs, looping them, and pulled taut. Path felt her rear raise even higher, now fully flush against her lover’s mount, as Rooty’s tip pressed ever-so-slightly harder to tease the width of the cock’s head between tight, and now trembling, feminine lips.

“Aaaan...” Path began to moan, melting excitedly at every way Rooty advanced upon her.

“That’s right, cutie, make some noise,” Rooty now teased relentlessly, brushing his cheek along her headfin. “You were born for this, girl. For me. Every…”

Rooty’s hips began to sink against Path. “…inch of me.”

Path’s wide mouth fell agape with a gasp as Rooty’s cock penetrated her in one smooth glide. Her vent clenched tight upon a widening shaft as the head of that cock plunged deep, and a wet slap of Rooty’s crotch upon her backside rocked the whole of her body forward in place. The bulbasaur’s long, enduring press against the mudkip girl fully coupled the two lovers in a carnal embrace, his erect cock now twitching hotly against her womb as he indulgently began to grind against her tantalizing rear. Path’s breath escaped her in erratic stammering, her feet clutching the ground as she struggled to brace herself against the sheer fucking yet to come.

“Mmmf...that’s right, Path,” Rooty gushed, “Squeeze my cock like a good girl. That’s what daddy likes.”

“D-Daddy?!” Path exclaimed incredulously. “Th-that—aaahn—doesn’t work! We’re—aaaanf—l-like the same age!”

“And you were a boy until this morning,” Rooty teased back, “Now a big, hung stud’s about to breed your pretty ass hard. So I’ll be your new daddy as much as I want, girl.”

“I’d rather—mmnf—you just—aanh—called me a bitch instead,” Path moaned out, pleading.

Rooty puffed out, grinding harder. “Huff...you sure about that, cutie?”

“Mmmnh! Y-Yes!” Path stammered, trembling upon Rooty’s cock. “M-make me your bitch!”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Rooty pulled his hips back halfway, and rewarded Path’s degeneracy with a long, sharp thrust. Path bounced in the bulbasaur’s grasp with a loud “Aaaanh!”

“Then you’re gonna take it all, bitch~” Rooty affirmed, gushing even harder.

Path failed to contain the tense, but girly squee of excitement Rooty provoked. The bulbasaur relished that reaction, but didn’t dawdle for long. He gave Path exactly what she asked for, as Rooty’s hips animated with a surge of energy to pump her blue backside with unbridled vigor. He channeled his whole libido into tapping his lay, reeling her back with each thrust by the vines, bouncing her forward with such force that wet smacks filled the air as the impact of his thrusts rippled throughout her. Path, now taking such raw fucking, rapidly devolved into uncontrolled gasps and crazed moans as her tailfin wagged beneath Rooty with sex-crazed excitement. Her mouth hung open and her eyes widened with amazement, her ass staying raised high as Rooty plowed her for all her worth.

“Bitches like it hard and fast,” Rooty teased mid-fuck, “Ain’t that right, Path?”

“Aaah! Aaan! Y-Yes!” Path cried out.

“Good, ‘cause that’s—Mnnf!—what you are! My bitch!”

Rooty surprised Path with an extra-hard plunge mid-sentence, provoking a mind-scrambled moan of wanton need. “Aa-haaanh! R-Rooty!”

“Moan for me, bitch!” Rooty poured on.

Rooty, riding high on his lust barreling right over Path, gritted his teeth and wrapped his forelegs tight around his mudkip lover. The freckled bulbasaur clutched Path as close as he could in a bear hug, squeezing her tight around her chest in tandem with his vines as his pace doubled. His cock pumped her like a violent beast, without care for consequences, driving the mudkip at breakneck speed into the ground towards an orgasmic peak she never fathomed before. She gasped desperately for air, closing her eyes in boiling passion as her head leaned back against Rooty, her front feet clawing that ground in overwhelming lust as she lost all sense of decency against the bulbasaur’s pounding.

“Aah! Aan! Aaa! Aanh! Aaah! Aaaa! Aaan!”

Rooty’s head raised high with a loud, long groan. With sheer bliss in his face, he dropped his hips fully against Path. The mudkip’s eyes popped wide open with one last gasp of shock. That last thrust finally set off the bulbasaur, his twitching tip now flooding Path’s rear with hot seed. That moment shoved Path right over the edge, as her vent squeezed Rooty’s cock in sheer ecstasy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaanh!”

Her long, euphoric cry left the mudkip quaking in pleasure, her vent instinctively milking Rooty’s ejaculating cock for every last drop. The bulbasaur felt the mudkip suck him right into her, and he welcomed it all as he now laid his weight upon her. Path collapsed fully upon the ground as Rooty bottomed out and emptied one load after another into her, his seed hotly filling her womb beyond any doubt. She felt utterly used for sex by that point, and undeniably speared by Rooty’s dick. They glowed together with pleasure, catching their breath, falling quiet as the running waterfall filled the ambiance in their newfound tranquility.

Rooty finally eased both the grasp of his forelegs and the vines around her thighs, but the worn stud felt no rush to dismount from his mind-blown girl anytime soon. The bulbasaur gave Path a gentle grind as he dropped his head and nibbled her headfin.

“Did you like being my girl?” he teased.

“Uuuuun...you wrecked meee,” Path moaned weakly.

“Wrecked you? We’re just getting started. You know we’re not done until there’s eggs on the way,” Rooty said.

Path turned her head to look back to Rooty from the corner of her eye. “Are you just...gonna keep taking me here?”

“We could totally make this our fuck space. Who’s going to kick us out?”

The mudkip blushed. “Didn’t we just get lucky?”

“Well, if we do get kicked out, it’s your place or mine, cutie,” Rooty offered. “Maybe your partner wants some time with the new girl in town?”

Path sighed. “I’ll have to get back to him. He’s never going to let me live this down. Besides...I do want him...”

Path soon noticed that both of Rooty’s vines had snuck around along the ground to rise both tips towards her face, giving her pause.

“Didn’t I’d say you’d polish my tips?” Rooty said.

The mudkip eyed both vines, quietly tempted. “Well...you’ve already got me this deep,” Path admitted.

Both tips joined together and gently slipped right down Path’s throat, inviting the mudkip to suck them down at her leisure. She closed her eyes and coasted on the lewd pleasure, as Rooty continued to rest upon her, enjoying every inch of her warm, moist touch.

“Mmmm...you make the best bitch, Path~” said the bulbasaur.

Path moaned upon Rooty’s tips in agreement. “Mnnf~”