The Hero's Wish
A hero has travelled a long way and conquered great evil to meet the wish-granting Jirachi.
The Hero's Wish
I like all of the Mythical Pokémon. I'm going to write some short stories focused on them which is going to be like 75% smut. The goal is about 3000 words for each story so I can finish these in a timely manner. Let's start with Jirachi!
I don't really do disclaimers, but errrr, this story is pretty fucked up! Check dem tags!
The man hurried up the mountainside. He checked his Pokétch to find that it was almost midnight. Looks like he's going to be there just in the nick of time. The sky had taken on an unnatural blue colouration, partly due to the altitude, but also because of the Millennium Comet which hung in the sky. It made it much easier for him to see where he was going.
The police had been competent enough to heed his warning and they had driven him up the mountain as far as the road could take him. Officer Jenny had come with him, but she was slowing him down so he had pressed on without her an hour ago. And besides-- he was going to be the hero. No way he was going to let the police take credit for this.
At last Millennium Peak came into view. The steep, rocky gradient levelled out and he was left on a plateau surrounded by the open sky. He checked his watch. 11:50 PM. It was now or never. He looked around and saw a cave opening. Outside there were two grunts, lazily chatting as they "kept watch". Their mistress must already be inside.
The Pokémon trainer strode across the peak with his hands in his pockets. The guards took an embarrassingly long time to spot him, and when they did, he just locked eyes with one of them and waved.
"Ahhh! There he is!" the grunts were still fumbling for their Pokéballs when their opponent's cracked open in front of him. The almighty Charizard roared as she was unleashed from her Pokéball, causing the guards to stumble back in fear.
"This is the trainer the boss warned us about!" one of them yelled. The Pokémon Trainer wasn't sure which one said it-- they were both pathetic so they were interchangeable to him. They released their Pokémon; a Mightyena and a Houndoom. The duo would've looked imposing up against most other Pokémon, but the canines coward in fear in front of the fire dragon.
"It's too late!" one of the grunts bravely yelled. "You will never stop us! You will never stop Team Desire! The world is ours, for it is our destiny!"
The Trainer replied by tapping his foot and checking his watch impatiently.
"Charizard," he said, calmly. "Get them out of the way for me." The onslaught of fire eradicated the opposing Pokémon. With one Flamethrower, he defeated both of his enemy's Pokémon.
"Good girl," he whispered and stroked his Pokémon's underbelly. Charizard flinched away from her trainer's touch and grunted. She never was fond of his affections.
The two guards looked at each other, and the Pokémon Trainer could see the cogs turning in their brains. Both at once, they recalled their unconscious Pokémon and ran. He wasn't going to go after them, they were small fries, and he had a universe to save.
11:52 PM. He commanded his Charizard to follow as he entered the Wishmaker's Cave. The eerie blue light from the blazing comet outside was distorted as he ventured down the tunnel, and the red light of his Charizard shadowed him as he walked.
He arrived into the deepest chamber and quickly looked around the area. Rocky walls. Crystals. A shimmering light. A woman looking at it. He crept up behind her silently. She was beholding Jirachi, who was still encased in a crystalline cocoon. Jirachi was due to emerge at midnight like he does every one thousand years. She was the leader of Team Desire and it was a dark desire of which she held. The Trainer had run into her and her goons countless times during his Pokémon journey, and at each turn he had defeated her. Tonight was not going to be any different.
"Hey, Bitch," he said. Startled, she swung around aggressively, and her eyes widened with anger.
"It's you!" she said.
The trainer smiled and stretched out his arms. "It's me!"
"Fuck off!"
"No."
"You won't beat me this time."
"Hmm let's see..." he counted on his hand. "Route 5, Araram Town, Luxo Cave, Pokéspire Tower..." he grinned and looked at the four raised fingers on his right hand, and then to his clenched left hand. "Yeah, sorry. Your odds don't look great."
She growled in anger as she thrust out a Pokéball. She hated him so much. She didn't even know his name and she hated him. She hated that he was better than her. Well, not this time.
The Trainer stepped back and let his Charizard take center stage. Light exploded throughout the cave as the Charizardite X his Pokémon was holding reacted with his Mega Ring.
Mega Charizard X roared, shaking Wishmaker's Cave and looking right at home in the wash of blue light.
Madam Umbra of Team Desire sent out Drapion.
"Charizard, Earthquake."
Madam Umbra growled in frustration. She sent out Pangoro.
"Charizard, Air Slash."
Hatred blazed in her eyes. She sent out Bisharp.
"Flamethrower."
Umbra took two steps forward. "Fuck you!" she yelled as she sent out Metagross. Metagross began to react with her Mega Choker, but he was engulfed in flames before anything could happen.
Charizard almost felt bad.
Umbra felt herself on the edge of tears. Everything she had worked so hard for was being blasted away by this kid and his fucking dragon. "It's not over yet! Tyranitar! Fuck them up!"
The titan of a Pokémon roared and furious power began to form around its mouth.
The Trainer looked at his watch, disinterested. 11:55 PM. "Charizard, wrap this up."
With an Earthquake and a fluttering of Air Slashes, the fight was over.
The Trainer returned his Pokémon to her Pokéball without a word. He walked across the cave towards his defeated rival. She hung her head in shame, tears were streaming down her face.
"Pathetic," he grunted. Face-to-face, he got a good look at her. She truly was beautiful, but it was clear by her now-running mascara that someone never quite made it through her goth phase. She wore men's clothing, no doubt in an attempt to legitimize her position as a leader.
He placed a hand on her cheek and then struck her across the face. She collapsed to the ground, so he kicked her. Then he kicked her again. And again. And hey, fuck it, he had a few minutes to spare. He grinned and brought his hands to his belt buckle.
"Well done!" Officer Jenny came rushing into the chamber. "You've done it-- you've defeated Team Desire!"
The Trainer spun around and gave her a genuine smile and a friendly wave. "Just doing my part for the good of the region. She attacked me so I had to restrain her."
Officer Jenny nodded. She clipped a pair of handcuffs around the villain's wrists and pulled her to her feet.
"The world owes you a great debt, Hero," Jenny said. "If it wasn't for you, Umbra and Team Desire would've wished for the destruction of the world as we know it.
"That's not true," Umbra grumbled. "You don't know our philosophy at all..."
They both ignored her. "Thanks for your help, Jenny! Can you take her outside the cave and wait for me? I'll be with you in a minute." The Officer saluted and did as he commanded. What other response would be appropriate when dealing with a national hero?
After Jenny had taken Umbra away the Trainer checked his watch. "Fucking bitch," he mumbled. "Ruining my fun." Well-- never mind that. It was 11:59 PM.
He turned to face the immortalized Pokémon and dropped to his knees. The cocoon shimmered and then shattered into particles of golden light. The mythical Pokémon's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh great Jirachi!" the trainer said. His voice echoed around the chamber. "I have travelled far and conquered great evil to be here." Jirachi smiled. The prophecy was fulfilled once again. No matter how many cycles this world made she never got tired of it. She always appreciated the presence of a worthy hero.
"Oh Hero," she told him telepathically. "I will reward you for your service to Destiny. I will grant you one wish, so that you may spread good throughout the cosmos."
There was a glimmer in the young Trainer's eye. "Thank you, Jirachi! I have a humble wish. I would like my word to carry the sway to transform my target's heart and mind!"
Jirachi considered this. It wasn't the kind of thing a hero typically wished for, but she could see this work. One of a noble heart could spread so much good! She hummed and the trinity of tags that dangled from her body glowed with a divine aura. She clasped her fin-hands together and closed then reopened her eyes.
"Your wish, Hero, has been granted!" she declared. Man, this never got old!
The Trainer rose to his feet and bowed. "Thank you!"
"With that, I shall return to my slumber. The cycle will repeat anew one thousand years from now!" Jirachi yawned and closed her eyes and the crystals began to form around her.
"No you won't," the Trainer said.
She reopened one eye. Panic flushed through her in an instant. "Oh..." she said in a small voice. "I guess I won't."
"Come here," he demanded. She then saw the look in his eye and knew that she had just made a huge mistake. Regardless, she gently floated down from her perch to the man.
"Please-- " she began.
"Silence," he stated. And silent she was. "You will speak only when spoken to, Jirachi." She gulped. She hung in the air in front of the trainer, who appraised her with his shining eyes. "You are mine now. I am your new master." He held out an empty Pokéball he had been carrying just for her. A Love Ball. "Do you understand?"
She was silent for a moment. A second was the longest she could hold out before she was compelled to respond. "Yes, Master." She nudged the Love Ball with the topmost of her star points.
The nameless Trainer captured and released the Mythical Pokémon.
"I'm glad we are seeing eye to eye," he said upon the Pokémon's reappearance. "Now, my trousers have been feeling rather tight since my battle with Umbra. Undo them, please." He wasn't playing coy any more. The facade had dropped.
What the hero wanted, the hero got. Jirachi unwillingly descended so that she was level with his crotch and grasped his belt buckle in her regal hands. She struggled to undo his belt, but eventually had it off and pulled down his trousers. "Good Bitch," he complimented. "Keep going."
His boxer shorts were adorned with a picture of a smiling Jirachi and a shooting star. The head of his erection was causing the two-dimensional Jirachi's face to bulge. The real Jirachi's face wrinkled with disgust.
Despite that, she grabbed his boxers and whisked them off in an instant. She stared at his human cock. It looked funny and smelled awful, and wasn't very big for such an almighty hero.
"Very good," the trainer complimented. The way he spoke politely whilst forcing her to do such abhorrent things made her skin crawl. She wanted to tell this monster to go die, but she was powerless. He stroked the back of her head tenderly and played with one of her dangling wish tag.
He looked down on her with a shit-eating grin. "I'm sure you know what's next." He slapped her across the face with his cock. "Suck it."
It's amazing what a Pokémon can do when it's magically compelled to do so. She stretches her tiny mouth wide and engulfs the head. Her powers allow her to merely suspend herself in the air, like she's not affected by gravity whatsoever. When she began to descend down his shaft, she moved her entire body forwards. He moans openly as she worked his dick. The blowjob was kinda... lackluster. That made sense, his command to "suck it" didn't intrinsically mean that she'd suck it well. He didn't really care. The look of shame and embarrassment in the cosmic deity's eye-- it reminded him of Umbra after he had destroyed her in battle. That look alone gave him more pleasure than a mere blowjob ever could. But... better head couldn't hurt.
"Suck it like you mean it," he said. "Like your life depends on it." With that command the Pokémon went to town. She forced herself up and down his dick at excessive speed. Every time she thrust forward her lips went right to the base. With every stroke she trailed her tongue along his shaft. She was choking around him, perhaps suffocating herself on his dick. Tears streamed down from her eyes and moistened his pubic hair.
He grabbed the wish tags on each side of Jirachi's head. He didn't force her-- she was forcing herself-- he just held her and felt her power. He could feel her heartbeat running up his dick at a thunderous rate. She was sucking him off with such force that perhaps she was on the very verge of killing herself.
Now this-- this was a reward worthy of a hero. Not some medal of honour or handshake with a head of state-- this. He cried out in absolute pleasure like a feral dragon Pokémon. This was only the beginning.
"The cosmos is holistic right? We're all entwined and that shit," he said. He moaned in pleasure before continuing his pseudo-philosophical ramble. "I hear that all life is intimately connected through destiny. Well I feel pretty intimately connected to you right now. This was my destiny wasn't it? If it wasn't, then surely this wouldn't be happening to you right now?"
Her Master had asked her a question, so she had to respond, despite the fact she had a cock stuffed down her throat. "I do not know," she told him, telepathically. "I did not check our destiny... I had blind faith in you." He tugged hard on both of her wish tags, causing her to scream out in pain around his cock. Ohhh, that felt nice.
He laughed with glee. "Calm down! Don't worry! This must be your destiny. You were destined to be my little fuck toy." He thrust his pelvis forward and just held her there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her insides. He had barged into Wishmaker's Cave and made the titular Pokémon his bitch. He was fucking her mouth as hard as he had fucked Umbra in battle. He felt himself nearing his limit, so he pushed the Pokémon down his dick until she was planted lips-to-balls. He slapped the back of her head as he came hard down her throat. He could feel her suffocating on his cock; a weaker Pokémon would've died. No way he was going to let her off that easily though. He had plans.
The trainer pulled out just before the torrent of cum came to an end so that he could cover her face with it. She looked at him with hate. He smiled and stroked her gently once more. "Wear it with pride, my little friend. It's been a while since I've came like that-- the girls were never interested in a nice guy like me. But you love me, don't you? Come'on now, you can speak freely."
"You're disgusting," she said. "The absolute vilest piece of garbage I've ever met. Go fuck yourself you disgraceful bastard!"
He chuckled. "That's what you're for silly! Let's get to that, spread your pussy for me?"
"No!"
For a second he was a little confused at how she had just rejected his command. He slipped a hand between her stubby little legs. There was nothing there, just smooth skin. "Oh I see," he said with a smile. "You're missing the equipment. Well, we can fix that, now can't we? Say, what is your third eye for?" He thumbed the closed eyelid that was encrusted onto her tummy.
"I can open my third eye to read destinies," she begrudging informed him.
"Ah. Well you won't be needing that anymore! I've got another wish, and you have to do what I say! Turn your third eye into a tight little cunt for me."
"Please-- the very laws of nature... this is against the natural order!"
He hissed and squeezed her. "Do it! Your Master commands you."
Her own magic seized control of her, and again she found herself unwillingly doing what he wanted. She hummed, tears streaming down her face, and her body started to glow with a divine aura.
"Make it nice and sensitive too!" he added as an afterthought. "I want to make you cum." She did not change on the outside but her magic was hard at work rearranging her biological structure to accommodate his request. After about ten seconds the eyelid in her stomach fluttered open. Behind it was not a slimy old eyeball, but a lovely, inviting looking cunt. It looked a lot like a smaller version of a human cunny, but made out of white flesh with flecks of gold. He held her up to his face to admire his handiwork.
"Perfect, that's just perfect. Now, I'm sick of standing, create a nice and comfy recliner for us if you would be so kind." As per his request the chair appeared, decked with fluffy Mareep pillows. He sat down on the chair and leaned it back, feigning an exhausted sigh as he did so. "Much better. You wouldn't believe the trouble I went through getting here. Now, climb onto my lap and I'll put you to good use."
"What a good, obediently little thing. You know, when I was fourteen I ordered myself something special from a website. It was an onahole, a great little toy, shaped like a Mew. Man I loved her-- I would fuck her little pussy every chance I would get. When I got my first Pokémon, a little Charmander, I tried slipping a finger between her legs many times. She'd always flare up and try to burn my head off. Ironically, she only got colder as she evolved. So it was all up to my little Mew to keep me sated. I used to pretend she was alive and was begging me to stop fucking her. A mythical Pokémon, forced around my dick, what a glorious thought! And well, I used her so much and so hard, I kinda broke her... had to throw her out in the end..."
He leaned in close to the shivering Jirachi's face. "But don't worry the same will not happen to you. If I break you, I'll just wish you back together. Good as new."
This was all just a horrible nightmare right? Jirachi was always having nightmares, but deep down she knew her subconscious was too innocent to dream up something this fucked up. No, something this horrific could only be real life.
"You're a demon," she said, bravely. "Some day a true hero will come. He will end your reign of terror."
Again the trainer laughed in bemusement. "It's true, that like Umbra, I am driven by a dark desire. But I don't want to reshape society or some shit like that, I just want to fuck cute little bitches like you. And besides you, my little plaything, they'll all love it." His dick was still sad and flaccid from shooting his load earlier. "New wish," he said. "I want my dick to be ready whenever I need it to be." That refractory period was gonna be a pain to his plans. Luckily, he was omnipotent now.
With that simple wish he was hard again and ready to descend into Jirachi's freshly-formed pussy. The hole's odd location made the position slightly awkward but that was fine. Jirachi was crying again as he roughly pushed her onto his dick.
"Please..." she begged. "If you're going to do this, please just take away my free will completely. Please just end my suffering..."
He didn't reply to the humble request immediately, and instead just revelled in the pleasure of his thrusts. He wrapped an arm around the Pokémon that he was fucking. "No thanks," he said, eventually. "If I did that, you would be no more useful than that old Mew I used to have... I love to see the light go out in your eyes. I don't want to just fuck a tight hole, I want to rape a cute bitch."
It's then that Jirachi officially gave up trying to appeal to any sort of humanity this guy had. She forced herself to stop crying, stiffened up, and let him use her. If he got joy from her suffering then she would just have to be as stoic as possible.
It made it all go by a little easier. He was very rough, but it wasn't quite as bad as when he was fucking her throat.
"This is great, but," he began. "Not like I'm self conscious or anything, but a bigger dick could never hurt. I wish for you to size it up, how about ten inches?"
Jirachi was still glowing when she screamed out in pain. His dick had engorged inside her, breaking her limits. He didn't slow down or give her time to adjust, he just kept fucking through it all.
"Much better!" he said. Jirachi couldn't keep up the semblance of stoicism and returned to sobs of shame, fear and pain. It went on for who knows how long.
He demanded her to do all the work whilst he relaxed in the recliner. After a while of that treatment he came, defiling her custom-made cunt. His newly huge cock came and came and didn't soften a bit. After a bit of that he pulled her off of him, and climbed to his feet.
"Okay, enough of that. I've got two sexy ladies waiting for me outside this cave. A cop and a criminal mastermind, I'm sure I've watched a lesbian porno like that before!" Of course he didn't bother to redress. He strolled out the cave in his birthday suit with the defiled Pokémon under one arm.
There was just one last thing he had to decide. Who first? The persistent cop, his criminal rival or his very own Charizard bitch? Either way, mission accomplished.
Please fave and rate if you like. Maybe check out Trouser Slug, my on-going story about a guy and his Manaphy. Who as we all know, is the most underrated Pokémon.
Which Mythical Pokémon would you like to see featured next? Feel free to comment. Okay bye o/