FSE

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CW: This story contains zangoose transformation, weight gain, and wholesome gay sex. If you do not want to see this, do not proceed. Beyond the fetishes, however, this story does include familial homophobia as an inciting incident. I fully understand if that is not something you are willing to read, so skip out if you need to.

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Seanflinched as another branch threatened to slap into him. He managed to block it with his arm, which was better than his face if he ignored all the other lacerations he'd already sustained. Yes, any sane person would have worn a jacket to venture into the thick of the woods, but no sane person would wear a jacket in eighty degree weather, so it was a lose lose situation.

Of course, he wasn't on this journey because he was particularly well in the head. Not because he couldn't distinguish what was and wasn't real, but more that he_wished_he couldn't.

It started with a call home, roughly as mundane as Sean could've hoped for. If it was boring, he wouldn't have to remember it. He could maintain well enough in contact with his family that he didn't have to feel guilty only showing up for some of the holidays. All was good, well, and forgettable.

Then Jason came up. "You remember him, right? That big guy you hung out with for a few months in high school?" Before Sean could dimly agree, his dad went on. "Turns out, he's decided he's gay. Can you believe that?"

Silence shut his throat. He'd ask what there was to believe, but he knew his father well enough to know.

"Oh, did I not say that politically correct?" his dad asked with a cruel chuckle.

"It's fine," Sean shoved everything he wanted to say back down his throat. "I just realizedthat I have to go. Bye."

He ripped a branch off its tree. He already knew how his dad felt about... that. It was one of many reasons he didn't go back there often. One of the reasons he didn't share much about his personal life.

As well as the main reason he never explained why he was so upset when Jason stopped hanging out with him. For months.

He just wanted a family who would love him. He wanted a friend group he didn't have to hide half of himself to maintain. He wanted to believe this dumb local legend was true most of all.

Supposedly, deep in this forest there was a fountain. A special fountain. The exact legend changed depending who you asked, or even when you asked them. Ask an old man on Present Day, and it's where Arceus brought Jirachi into this world. Ask a nice woman in February, and she'll say it's where Ho-oh and Lugia first gave up their fight and shared a kiss to admit their budding love. Ask certain authors, and those birds did a whole lot more than kiss.

Whoever you ask, though, it'ssupposedly a haven for lost souls to come get their wishes granted. In fact, people said you could only find it if you needed it. Its place on the map, if it even showed up, changed every time someone tried to mark it. Cartographers were clearly just guessing.

Sean stopped to wipe his brow while a light tinge of orange took over the forest. He started his search in the morning and clearly hadn't gotten anywhere. Taking out a compass, he slumped against a tree to eat a snack and rest. Yep, he was still heading south.

Never before had he been so glad he stayed fit. He wasn't muscular enough to stand out in the places he wanted to, but fit enough that a day long hike wouldn't kill him. Waste a day with false hope? Definitely, but he won't be too sore to get out of bed tomorrow.

Maybe too depressed, but not too sore.

"Fuck this bullshit legend," Sean grumbled and crumpled the food wrapper into his backpack. Either the legend was a lie, or his soul wasn't lost enough to need it. He stood up, checked his compass, started walking back the way he came, and immediately fell into a burbling spring.

His gasp of surprise instead took in a mouthful of water his lungs immediately tried to cough out. He ripped his head out of the water while his chest spasmed in a desperate attempt to simultaneously empty themselves of water and fill themselves up with air. He immediately rubbed his eyes and looked around in his panic to figure out where the hell he was.

Only a few feet behind him stood the tree he had rested at for the past half an hour. He stood up and looked at the pond he'd fallen in. The water came up to his knees. "This wasn't here," he mumbled, as if stating that reality would overwrite the impossibility of its existence. The fear of reality breaking around him, of nearly drowning, the excitement of finding the fountain, the shock of getting dowsed in water, all swirled together in one word: "Fuck."

Apparently safe, his heart rate stabilized while the chill of the water kept him on edge. Cool in the summer sun, just like the legend. Sean looked around one last time before tossing his backpack aimlessly behind him. Hopefully it hadn't gotten soaked down into his change of clothes. He then kicked his shoes in roughly the same area, mostly for comfort since they were already ruined.

Finally, he could recline in the pool. The descent was wonderful--just cold enough to refresh without being frigid. Spontaneous existence aside, it had to be magical to be so soothing. Probably. It more just felt like a bath after a long day of exercise, which it was, but it had to be magic.

All he had to do was wish. The easiest part. At least, it would've been if he'd expected to actually find the place. Just enough rational amount of doubt hung around in the back of his mind to keep him from properly thinking of the wish. "I, uhh, wish for... fuck," he mumbled. A stray breeze brought on it a light tinkling, but he was too deep in thought to notice.

His thoughts strayed to his asshole of a father. While the rest of his family was absolutely better, he still wasn't close to them at all. Or his coworkers. Or Jason. Maybe people were just too complicated.

Like how picking a wish was too complicated. He wanted a thousand different things with a hundred different ways to articulate each. The thoughts spun and spun in his head without getting any clearer.

He eventually just took a breath and started. He'd figure it out after he started. "I wish," he said. "I wish I didn't have to deal with such complicated people. I wish I could just know a bunch of people and love them."

He blinked. That... was more wholesome than he expected. His mind hadn't stopped swirling, but the words flowed freely from his mouth unabated by his confusion. Saying it all out loud even felt a bit therapeutic. Maybe it was just the water again? He was too relaxed and confused to notice that the wind once again brought with it a twinkling ring. Whatever actually happened, though, now it was time to wait.

He leaned back against the edge of the spring, sinking deeper until even his head was barely above the water. He didn't know how it would happen, or even what would happen, but he'd found the fountain, made the wish, so now it had to grant it. Magic might be incomprehensible gibberish, but surely that didn't mean it wouldn't follow consistent, predictable rules.

The water stayed remarkably still, but never stagnated. Pockets of air would sporadically work their way to the surface, breaking the placidity before it could form, the small waves from his initial tumble in all but gone. Stress seeped out of him while calm came to replace it. He watched the clouds traverse the empty sky while his eyes (barely) fought to stay open.

A rustling in the woods behind him snapped him out of his serenity right as a tingle squirmed across his skin. He hoped it was nothing dangerous, but without any idea if it was a rattata or a rillaboom, he needed to be safe rather than sorry. Luckily, he had some high grade repel...

In his bag. That he'd thrown behind him. Where the pokémon was.

All the calm that had come evaporated in an instant. A horrifying tingle tumbled through his spine that he assumed had to be fear. As slow as possible, he shifted his head just enough to look behind him with his right eye. He caught a fluffy plume of white flitting in the air. A tail. That was all he could get over that shoulder.

He tried to make as little sound as possible while he moved his head back. What had a white tail? What pokémon? Ninetales? No, it was too white for one, and Alolans weren't in this region. He tensed when he heard an inquisitive, "Zang?" behind him. Zangoose. Okay, not a big deal. They could be vicious, but would normally leave you alone if you didn't bother them. Big, bipedal kitties basically.

He turned around stealthily. He did his best to barely add a ripple to the water, to secure his element of surprise, and then saw the zangoose was now less than a foot from his face. "Zang?" it asked, Sean's shirt in its outstretched paw.

Sean shouted and jumped back, which sent the zangoose running, the shirt it held fluttering to the ground around Sean's likely rummaged bag. "Wish I could run like that," Sean mumbled as a final tinkling tickled the edge of his hearing.

It almost felt like he'd wasted his time, but he did feel a lot better. Stepping out of the spring, he felt a calm contentedness he didn't before. As usual, the extraordinary claims of the supernatural turned out to be nothing more than ridiculous exaggerations of the mundane. But still, he did feel better.

A lot better, really. That tingle that ran up his back especially. It started as a tickle, but now it felt like a sore muscle stretching minus the discomfort. He let that feeling wash over him as he dried off and got into his dry clothes. Thank Arceus he'd packed them. When he pulled his shirt on, though, it seemed somethingindeed _had_changed.

It felt small on him. Quite small. It might have been an old shirt, but it hugged his chest a bit more than it did before. He shrugged it off, or at least tried to, and pulled his pants up to find they were a bit tight as well, but in a completely different way.

His little Sean stood at attention like a well trained soldier. "Probably just from relaxing," he mumbled to himself as he tried to pull up his fly. When he tried to move his cock out of the way, though, he felt that same pleasant ache from his back in his cock. Stronger, too. A mind numbing pleasure shot up from his dick if he so much as brushed it with anything.

He somehow got his zipper over it anyway, but that was a short-lived victory. Freshly confined, it shot pins and needles of pleasure through his crotch with every throb against its encasement. His heartbeat took up residence in his cock, and now it was pushing that throbbing arousal through his veins as much as it was pushing blood.

With that, the tingling in his back changed texture. The light tickle became harsh pins and needles pushing against his skin, as if his back had somehow fallen asleep, except it didn't get better with time. It only grew, only spread further. It brought a dull itch all across his back to the point he had to lean against a tree.

He pressed against the tree, and the pleasure of scratching that itch buckled his knees. He let himself fall against it, and his eyes locked on to his cock. It kept throbbing harder, bringing just as much pleasure as it did pain. It pulsed harder and harder than he'd ever felt it before. With how tight it was against his jeans, it almost even felt bigger?

"Need," he whined, "off." Every pulse made him needier, but with the itch from behind and the ache from his groin, he could barely think straight. He used all his critical thinking skills at his immediate disposal and only came up with rubbing it through his jeans. The second he brought his hand to his dick, more and more pressure mounted. He let out a squeak as he rubbed harder, finally feeling himself tip over the edge of release.

He almost managed a sigh of relief as he felt himself inching closer and closer to that peak when finally his cock let out... pre-cum. It spewed so much out that it instantly soaked through his jeans and even coated his hand, but he was nowhere near release. The spunk started to numb his hand as it covered it. He switched to his left, but the same spunk coated his other hand.

No closer to release, and now his hands weren't cooperating. He let out a throaty, inhuman growl of frustration.

He heard a gravelly voice. "Do you need help?" He looked up with groggy vision. "Oh Arceus, you okay?" Sean brought his eyes to meet the speaker only to see the zangoose from earlier. Was it the same one? "Okay, you can understand me? Oh boy, so..." the zangoose brought his paws to his muzzle. "I can help you, but it's a bit. Uhh..." he seemed not to want to keep eye contact. "So, you're horny, right?"

That was just barely enough to snap Sean almost completely out of it. A zangoose he could understand was asking if he was horny. He lost it. Had to have. The realization didn't last, though, as another painful throb fought against his jeans.

"Okay, look, these things get people really horny. It'll be over quicker if you let me suck your dick..." Sean looked at the thing with disgust, "But obviously I'm only doing that with your consent." At least he knew boundaries? His mind a haze, Sean could barely maintain eye contact, so his gaze slowly drifted down as he considered if he'd really let a wild animal suck him off.

What seemed like an obvious no softened as he got a look at his prospective partner. Plush fur covered soft fat supported by firm muscle Sean could feel just from looking. Two mounds stuck out from his chest, firm and strong in contrast to the endlessly soft belly that hung beneath it. Sean might have kept his diet strict, but he always had a soft spot for men with, well, soft spots. He imagined burying his face between the zangoose's pecs and squishing into his belly while their cocks fought for dominance.

Another spurt of pre spewed out of his cock. This time, it brought an intoxicating odor that made Sean even more desperate. He ripped his eyes off the snack in front of him to look apologetically into the zang's eyes. "Sorry."

"I, uh," the zangoose blushed and looked away. "I don't mind," he squeaked out. A quick glance below saw that the zangoose was either enjoying this, or equally as affected by the musk, as his spiny shaft stood in anxious anticipation. He started to bend down and then suddenly stopped and looked back up at Sean... only to see the man was staring at his cock. "Oh, and my name's Gus." He continued down and brandished his claws against Sean's crotch. Sean didn't have a chance to scream before Gus slashed his cock free from the fabric. Another spurt of spunk shot out of his cock as pressure released. At this point, it constantly drooled. The spunk soaked his ass, and even started to cover his thighs now that it was free, bringing that same odd numbness his hands felt wherever it went.

Gus wasted no time and began licking up the mess, his warm tongue starting at the very tip of the hole and sliding forcefully down the shaft. His cock wasn't the only one with spines, either. The extra friction pulled on the skin at the very edge between pleasure and pain. Gus then started teasing at the foreskin.

He first slid the tongue around the edge, and then gradually began slipping under the foreskin. As his tongue pressed more and more beneath the skin, he carefully pulled back the foreskin with his claws and licked every inch of the head as he freed it.

Sean saw stars. Already light-headed, the ministrations sent him over the moon. The horrible ache turned into a revitalizing release that pulsed through his body from his cock. The pleasure, instead of staying localized on his cock, had spread through his body. It brought a warmth along with it as well, and especially in his chest and belly.

He idly brought his hand to rub his chest and remembered his shirt feeling strangely tight. If it was snug before, it had become constrictive. He looked down and gawked at his growing chest and belly. His once firm pecs now pressed against his shirt, squeezing themselves against the fabric, causing it to ride up almost to his navel. Fabric held tightly against almost every inch of his torso except for places like his newfound cleavage where his mounds of fat had empty space between them, or around his nipples pitching tents around themselves.

As the horror hit him, the pleasant warmth fighting against his shirt turned to a familiar ache. That same ache from when his cock pressed against its confines returned as his torso did the same. Yet, it seemed the growth had stopped. So had the pleasure. Even while Gus slid his mouth all the way down, teasing the balls with his tongue, Sean felt nothing. When Sean focused on that pleasure, though, he felt his shirt tighten even more, his nipples fighting even harder against the fabric.

A twinge of disgust at what had become of his hard fought body faded as his eyes drifted to Gus. The zangoose might have been fat, but even more muscle filled his form. The contours of his muscles overcame the softening fat--and even the fur--with ease. The power of his muscles rippled through his fat, while the fat softened its harsh edges.

Rather than being muscular despite being fat, he was muscular _and_fat, each equally important. His arms were hard enough to hold you against the warm, soft comfort of his belly. Sean looked at his own body and, indeed, the fat hadn't degraded his muscles at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Sean gave up the fear, and all the pleasure he'd felt flooded back in. One hand came to tease at his nipple, and it sent an electric shock through his body. A low growl escaped his throat as his cock twitched, and Gus gave a knowing glance. Gus doubled his efforts, sucking even harder as his tongue covered every inch of Sean's cock.

Sean kept teasing his nipples through his shirt. His fingers all felt stiff, so he used his thumbs to rub them up and down his index finger. With so much euphoria taking over, he barely remembered to breathe. Deep, animalistic moans followed every pant. Seams began to snap and pop as fat and muscle packed into his form. He couldn't stop his hips thrusting up of their own accord, but Gus didn't seem to mind at all.

He couldn't hold his hips back from thrusting into Gus's mouth more while Gus brought him closer to orgasm. So much thick pre filled his mouth that Sean could feel it sloshing around his cock. When a claw gently teased his asshole, he finally went over the edge. The seams of his shirt snapped apart as his cock shot ropes into Gus and Sean mewled hungrily.

Even through the orgasm, Gus kept sucking every bit of cum out of that cock he could. Despite swallowing most of it, there were still several loads threatening to burst out of his cheeks. Sean looked down to see Gus's eyes trained on his own, making eye contact as he sucked every ounce of cum out. The gaze looked equal parts aroused and predatory.

The leer continued as the flow died down. His cock still drooled a bit when Gus pulled his mouth off it, but Gus's cheeks were still full to bursting. Despite his cheeks puffing out, he still managed an impish grin. In one motion, he pulled Sean's body against his own and forced their lips into a kiss. Sean could only reciprocate for a moment when the thick, bitter-sweet cum flooded his own mouth.

Despite having just cum, his cock instantly hardened back up at the taste of his cum. Feeling Gus's tongue play through his mouth made it even harder. He let himself lean back and accept the gift as Gus worked him over even more.

When he swallowed the cum, it left behind a familiar, tingling numbness. It trickled down his throat and started radiating a warmth similar to the orgasm it came from. Gus pulled away from the kiss and let the warmth fill Sean from inside.

Gus held Sean's jaw gently, and his thumb-claw wiped away the dribble of cum dripping down the man's chin. "Look," he rumbled. His paw grabbed Sean's hand and lifted it for him to see. At least, what used to be his hand. It almost matched Gus's, save for color. "Looks like you're a shiny," Gus giggled. Sean looked down to see white fur encroaching on his gut from his back.

Just before he managed to panic, though, Gus shifted his weight just enough to grind his ass against the soon to be zangoose's cock. Gus brought Sean into a hug. "It's okay," he whispered. "I know it's weird," Sean's cock twitched at the sound of his voice, "but this is what you wished for." The warmth of his growing fur spread in further. "You heard the saying 'Legendaries work in mysterious ways?'" Another grind against Sean's cock brought another spray of pre. "Now you know just how mysterious they really are."

Gus kissed Sean's cheek and pulled out of the hug with a smile. Sean watched as fur took over his body. It crossed his nipples and lit them on fire as they tickled the pointless peaks. He knew he should have seen his life, wants, dreams, all vanishing before his eyes, but as white fur turned to blue, and his eyes looked up to Gus's, he only saw the new life at the tip of his... claws.

The fur began climbing up his neck and onto his chin. It brought aches of pleasure with it as it began to engulf his chin, his cheeks. Tears began to trickle from his eyes; concern took over Gus's. "Wh-what's wrong? Does it hurt?!"

Sean simply shook his head as a smile creased his lips. In one swift movement, he yanked Gus into a hug and planted a kiss on his lips. The fur spread onto his face, and it began to pull out into a muzzle. His tongue grew rougher as it explored Gus's once more. He traced Gus's teeth, tickling the 'goose's gums, a sort of preview of what his would feel like. He still tasted his own cum, but he couldn't tell from who's mouth. His nose moistened and shrinked as its mass was taken over by his developing muzzle.

The change brought with it a whole host of new scents into his head. The sweet tang of musk; the aroma of their mixed saliva with the exquisite stench of his own cum as an aftertaste. So infatuated with the smells, he pulled away from the kiss and buried his nose in Gus's neck. Gus reciprocated, suckling on the newly grown fur and rubbing his claws down Sean's neck as the fur fully engulfed the newly formed ears. "I love how you smell," Sean growled.

Gus chuckled, licking the fur along Sean's neck. Suddenly, Sean's cock jerked up a bit and Gus shifted a bit in surprise. Only a second later, he pulled back with a wide grin of realization. "Look at your new little friend," he chuckled. He hopped back and pressed his cock against Sean's.

Sean didn't notice a difference until he saw the fur covering his balls. They seemed a bit closer to his body, and the fur had just begun to creep up his cock. He looked at the sheath bunched up at the base of Gus's cock and realized he was about to grow the same thing. He wanted to compare the finer details, but Gus evidently decided for a more hands on comparison as he wrapped his paw around their cocks.

The sensation of the extra, furred skin bunching up at the base of his cock as Gus started jerking them off. The developing sheath pulled Sean's foreskin back, leaving behind a much more sensitive shaft. The rubbing pressed Gus's rough spines against his own slick shaft. His balls clenched as nubs began to form on his own, sharpening into spines of his own. It seemed like Gus was gripping harder, but at a glance Sean saw his cock growing thicker.

A moan rumbled out of Gus. He let go of their cocks and pulled Sean into a hug. He ground his hips and cock against Sean's as spunk squirted out of his cock and all over their bellies. They squeezed tightly enough together that their bellies could squish around his cock like a furry fleshlight, milking him for all he had. "Hope," Gus grunted, another spasm shooting out of his cock, "you don't mind the mess."

Sean stroked along his partner's back, pulling him just a little tighter. "I don't." As Gus's orgasm ran its course, Sean leaned forward until he laid on top of Gus. He brought his lips to Gus's again and they looked deep into each other's eyes. "What a warm welcome," Sean said. A grin streaked across his face as he propped himself up on his new paws. "Mind if I repay you?"

Gus tried to keep his cool, but lost it immediately. He moaned when Sean's head pressed against his tight hole. Another spurt of spunk shot out of his cock, almost making it to his chin. He howled when Sean pierced his entrance.

Sean's strength faltered as he felt the tight, warm ring clamp around his cock. He barely resisted falling on top of Gus, but held there and gained his composure. "Mmmm," Gus whined, "M-more."

Sean smirked, "Gladly," and pressed his cock deeper. Tight warmth surrounded his cock. Every spine gave token resistance as he shoved them into the tight crevice. Gus's hole pulsed with an asymmetric rhythm as they both gasped for air, and his ass clamped around the cock preparing to hilt him. All at once, though, Sean stopped.

Gus looked up, need soaked in his face, but Sean remained stoic. Sean stayed absolutely still as he stared down hungrily at Gus. He leaned in slowly, ever so slowly until finally their lips met again and he rammed his cock all the way in.

Their fat rippled up and shook their kissing lips as he pulled back to thrust again. Gus tried to reciprocate the kiss, but the pleasure was too much for him to do more than let Sean fill his mouth and ass at the same time. His cock fought to stand upright, and Sean's belly pressed it down.

As much as he wanted to savor the moment, Sean couldn't hold back. He thrusted his cock all the way in, pulled it nearly all the way out, then back in again. Every slight tap against one of his spines brought more euphoria than a human orgasm used to give him. Gus's ass had stopped relaxing, only going from tight to tighter. Every thrust shot more of Gus's cum onto their chests, but mostly just his own.

He pulled his cock all the way out and kept it pressed taught against Gus's asshole. They shared a gaze, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking. With a nod, Sean slammed his cock all the way into Gus and fell down as their shared orgasms shook them both. Gus kept squeezing, clenching, milking Sean of all the seed he could make. It started to fill his rectum so completely that Sean felt the warmth coat his dick.

Gus pulled him tighter as more waves crashed over them. "D-would--," another pulse shook through them both, "Should we wash up in the spring?"

Sean squeezed Gus back and shook his head. "Nah," he mumbled. He kissed Gus's cheek and looked deep into his eyes. "I already got my wish."