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A quiet little house in the woods. That was all James had ever really wanted…everything else was just a nice bonus. So now that he had it, he didn’t really know what else to do besides enjoy it.

It was kind of a good problem to have, really.

To most people, James fit the definition of ordinary. Average height, average build, not particularly athletic, with brown hair and eyes, nothing about him stood out as particularly noteworthy. Even his name seemed to fit with that…to some this might have seemed like a negative thing, but James didn’t see it that way. The world needed ordinary people, after all, because not everyone could be extraordinary. He worked in an office, though he only went in a day or two a week, working from home the rest of the time…and now that he had the home he’d always wanted, he definitely preferred when he could do that.

It was a relaxed life for sure, not that much to it. James had never been particularly ambitious - he didn’t want to be a world-class Pokémon trainer, or an explorer of the wilds, or a big-shot professional, or really anything of that sort. What he wanted was a quiet life in the woods, in his own house, without much chaos or discord. Maybe not lofty aspirations, but certainly reachable ones - and he had, in fact, reached them. The house had been his for close to a year now, and he was still riding the high of his purchase.

Today was seeming like another ordinary day. Waking up, eating, and then reading, tending to the house, perusing his computer to catch up on news and other things…the kind of carefree living he’d gotten accustomed to. It might have seemed lonely, but James wasn’t really alone - he had a companion, a Snivy named Adaris, who was out and about in the great outdoors that morning, as he often was. The snake was an early riser and enjoyed the morning sun, and often went out to harvest berries for the two of them, sharing his bounty the way James shared his own. Adaris particularly liked the relaxed lifestyle James had…for good reason, given his history.

So all things seemed fine, as far as he was concerned. And then Adaris came back…and quickly things were not fine, as the Snivy was trembling, clearly distressed. That got James’s attention very quick, and all thoughts of anything else were pushed aside. “What’s wrong, Adaris?”

“It’s…it’s nothing…” The tone of Adaris’s voice made clear that it wasn’t nothing at all. He tried to act like it, setting the berry basket hanging from his vine down on the table, but James could see the twitch in his tail that was a dead giveaway. He’d learned how to read Adaris pretty well by now…

“It’s not nothing. I can tell something’s really bothering you. Please, Adaris, talk to me about it, we’ll get it dealt with.”

“I…I…I don’t think…you can really help with this…”

“I can try.”

Adaris took a deep breath, eyes watering a bit. “I…ran into someone out there. A Charmeleon. He…nnh…he told me…he wanted…me to…give him an egg.”

James tensed up hearing that. The reason for the Snivy’s agitation was clear now…Adaris had come into James’s care as a rescue mon. His first trainer, the one who captured him in the first place, had mistreated him quite badly…when he wasn’t being neglectful or abusive, he was forcing the Snivy to breed with other Pokémon. Although male, Adaris was a breeder, built to lay eggs, and the trainer had given him off to rather aggressive mons who would make the process more of an ordeal than it needed to be. The lingering trauma of that still hung with him to this day…James had been doing his best to try to make it less of a problem by giving him a very quiet and easy life to live, where there were no demands on him and he could just relax and not have to worry about anything. To hear that a wild Pokémon had been harassing him was not resting easy in James’s mind…true, the wild wasn’t exactly an overly caring place, but still.

“You don’t have to do anything for him, Adaris. You know I wouldn’t make you, I know how much that bothers you.”

“I…y-you don’t understand…I…I had to.”

“What?”

“I…he said…he knew the house where I went back to every day…he said it would be a real shame if it caught fire…I…I know how much you love this place, James, I…I couldn’t take the chance…I…I said I’d meet him tonight…”

James’s stomach turned hearing that. He never would have forced it, but hearing what the Charmeleon had threatened…that was putting them into more of a bind that he would have liked. It might have sounded cruel, but the Charmeleon probably had no idea what Adaris had been through…still, pushing it the way he was was probably crossing more than one line. The problem was, what could James actually do about it? Adaris was his only Pokémon, clearly not a match for the Charmeleon if he had surrendered to this sort of agreement rather than fighting back. James couldn’t stomach the thought of making him endure this…but he also didn’t want to lose his home, either.

The most important thing in the moment, though, was making sure Adaris could be calmed down. So he went over to the Snivy and scooped him up in his arms, holding the trembling serpent close. “Adaris…I’m sorry you had to go through that. I promise you, I won’t make you do anything for him.”

“But…but he…”

“I know. I’ll…I’ll try to see what I can do about it. But whatever it is, it won’t be on you. I swear it.”

“James…thank you…I’m sorry I, I couldn’t…do more against him…”

James stroked over Adaris’s back soothingly. “You don’t have to worry about it, Adaris. It’s not your fault. We won’t lose our home, and you won’t have to suffer for it. I’ll figure something out, I guarantee it.”

———

It was easy enough to say. Actually doing it was another story.

Relaxation had taken a hike the rest of the day, as James tried to engineer a solution to the problem before him. There was a Charmeleon looking for Adaris that evening, and not getting it would likely result in some kind of unfortunate event happening to his home. Of course he had countermeasures for fire, but a persistent Fire-type could counter all countermeasures…he needed a way to deter the Charmeleon from even trying.

The one thing that was off the table was making Adaris go through it. Even if the Snivy had said he’d do it, James could tell the idea made him miserable, and he categorically rejected it. There had to be an alternative, and he would find it…he’d had Adaris head up to bed and conk out with some strong sleep medicine, because he could tell the Snivy was getting more and more agitated as the day went on. It was a way of protecting him, sometimes Adaris just needed to get away from the stress with sleep, and with a Dream Drop included, it would help ensure his dreams were pleasant and free from worry.

Which left James with the other half of the task still unresolved. He looked into trainer interventions - hiring a trainer to take care of the problem, someone who had much more power behind them. But the Charmeleon hadn’t actually done anything yet that would warrant that - most trainers wouldn’t take a job on a ‘maybe’, reluctant to potentially cross the line from intervention to bullying. He looked into breeders, maybe finding someone willing to give the Charmeleon what he was looking for without it being Adaris…but breeders didn’t offer those kinds of services, and there were pretty significant limits on what they could make their Pokémon do for that sort of thing. He looked into traps or barriers that could keep the Charmeleon away, but there was no way he could get anything of that sort erected in such a short amount of time.

There was a last gambit he had - confronting the Charmeleon himself. But he didn’t really have many cards to play there…just saying please would probably not go over well, and even trying to tell the Charmeleon about Adaris’s issues, the fiery lizard might just take it as excuses or not believe him. It seemed like the only option he had, but as the sun was descending, his confidence was not especially high.

It’s the only thing I can do, but I don’t have any real guarantee it will work. Maybe I’ll be lucky and he’ll be more reasonable than I think…but Pokémon can be pushy when they want something, especially wild Pokémon, where a lack of will can make for a bad life. Ugh…I can’t put Adaris through this, but I wish I had some way of ensuring I could get him out of this trouble without having to put him through something he doesn’t want.

“You wish, you say?” James nearly jumped out of his skin, wheeling around at the voice behind him. His eyes bugged out as he saw a Jirachi floating there, causally like he owned the place. “I think I could take care of that for you…”

“Wh…what? You…you heard that?”

“Heh, silly human. I can hear ALL wishes, spoken, thought, even unspoken and unthought. I can even pick up wishes that haven’t been made yet, but WILL be made. The paragon of wishes has power beyond anything you can imagine.” The Jirachi swooped around a bit and ended up leaning towards him in the air, in a bit of a cheeky pose. “How fortunate for you, then. I’m Shayat, and I’m here to grant your wish.”

Shayat…James tensed up a bit. Legendaries that took names were known to be more wild cards…they had their own identities and agendas beyond their typical domain. This Shayat had an air about him that seemed…devious, in a way, and just going along with him carried a risk with it. But…James needed the help. Dubious though that help might be, if a Jirachi granted a wish, regardless of whether it had any other agenda behind it, regardless of how that wish was granted, it WOULD do what was requested, or at least make that possible. So reservations though he had, James knew his options were narrowed to one. “You’ll grant my wish to find a way to fix this problem? Without hurting anyone?”

“No pain will be necessary, James.” It was weird hearing his name when he hadn’t given it…of course, Jirachi were psychic, he didn’t need to, but still. “In fact I’d say it might involve more of the opposite. Do you accept?”

His say was rather irrelevant, Jirachi didn’t need permission to grant wishes, and rogues were even less likely to seek it. But if he was getting the option…he didn’t know what Shayat had in mind, if Shayat wanted him to know he would have told him already, so this was all he was getting. It was still all he needed. “I…I accept.”

“Perfect. Now then…your wish is granted.”

A bright light rose around Jirachi and flashed all over. Very suddenly, very quickly, James was enveloped with a strange feeling - like his body was being smashed down, warped into a different shape, twisted and turned in all sorts of ways that he couldn’t process, occurring so quickly that his mind couldn’t keep up with it. His head was spinning rapidly, barely able to make sense of the world around him, getting loopier and weirder until he felt like he might pass out…

He might have, he wasn’t sure. But when his senses returned, the first thing he noticed was that he was buried in a pile of fabric that was a bit too heavy for him. As he tried to work his way out, he could feel that his body was longer, his limbs were shorter, his face was shaped not at all like he was used to…and, rather importantly, he had a fairly long tail. It was starting to sink in as he emerged from the pile of clothing, but being able to see confirmed it.

James had turned into a Snivy.

“Hmhm, perfect.” Shayat was still there, grinning down at him. “That should take care of your problem nice and quick, I’d say.”

“Wh…what are you talking about?” James’s voice sounded odd to him…different from his human voice, yet somehow oddly familiar. He was looking over his body, he seemed pretty normal for a Snivy, and he didn’t feel as odd as he thought he’d feel for having just transformed. “You…turned me into a Snivy, okay, I guess I could fight Pokémon-to-Pokémon, but this isn’t really…a good form for fighting a Charmeleon!”

“Now, now, who said anything about fighting?”

“…Huh?”

“Your peppery paramour has a desire. A desire to make a Pokémon pop out an egg for him. He desired your friend to be his breeding partner. But your friend doesn’t want to be…so, resolving the problem requires the next best thing. You, standing in for him.”

“W-what?!” yelped James. “You…you want me to…I-I’m supposed to…”

“Well, what I WANT is rather irrelevant, don’t you think? This is the solution to your problem. If you don’t do it…well, you might find that it’ll be hard to get back if you don’t solve the problem your wish was intended to solve, don’t you think?”

James didn’t like the sound of that…that sounded like the catch. “I…but…will he…surely he wouldn’t take just ANY Snivy…”

Shayat snickered at that. “Certainly possible. But that’s why you’re not just ANY Snivy. You’re a mirror of Adaris - a match for him in every way, except your mind. You look precisely like him, you sound precisely like him, you smell precisely like him. The Charmeleon won’t know the difference. An ingenious solution, no?”

That might not have been the adjective James would have used…but, he had to admit, it WAS a way out of his quandary. And he believed it, too, now he understood why his voice sounded familiar, it was Adaris’s voice, just heard from a slightly different perspective. “I guess…thank you, uh, Shayat…”

“Heh, no need to sound so reluctant, you’ll find it better than you thought, I’m sure. Now then…I must be off. Happy humping!” With a strange sound, Shayat teleported away, leaving James alone to face what he had to face…fueled only by the thought that him facing it meant that Adaris wouldn’t have to. And that was what mattered.

———

The woods seemed more intimidating at Snivy size. The fact that he was doing something that would intimidate him wasn’t going to help.

James had never been particularly sexually active. In fact, the only acts he’d ever done with another person were with Adaris himself…that wasn’t a common thing, Adaris had plenty of unpleasantness associated with sex, and so was averse to doing a lot of that. But, he was also a Pokémon, and Pokémon often had urges that couldn’t be ignored forever…Adaris wasn’t one of the rare exceptions, and there were times when he needed it. James always let him be the one in control of things, so that the Snivy was the only one who set the boundaries. Not that James needed to set much, Adaris was gentle almost to the extreme. The most he did was keep James restrained so that the human couldn’t impose on him, and that was more by James’s request than his own desires. It worked for them, it happened only a couple times a year, and neither of them were particularly inclined for more.

This…this was going to be nothing like that. A Charmeleon was quite a bit bigger than a Snivy, so he wouldn’t have the size edge. It was going to be rough and wild, because that was how a lot of Pokémon did it in the wild. And the heat…James didn’t know how he was going to handle that, it was bound to be beyond intense with a Snivy’s natural sensitivity. And then there was the small matter of the fact that he had a breeding vent, which was something he categorically did NOT have experience with as a human…and said vent was going to be surrendering an egg to the Charmeleon, meaning he was going to have to pop it out as well. All of which was daunting, to say the least…

But at least Adaris wasn’t going to have to do it.

It didn’t take long to find the Charmeleon - his tail was like a beacon to guide him there. Once he was in sight, James couldn’t help but feel an intrinsic understanding just how Adaris had caved to the pressure - he was BIG, bigger even than James had expected him to be, but beyond that, he naturally felt quite powerful, well above his own level of capability. It felt utterly laughable to even try to oppose him…good thing opposing him wasn’t the approach he was taking. That fierce grin as he saw the approaching snake only make things even more nerve-wracking. “So, you showed up. I almost thought you were gonna try to bail on me, cutie.”

Cutie? That wasn’t what I’d expect to hear from someone like him. Then again, maybe that wasn’t exactly charming…small and cute might be seen as weak to someone like him. “I…I wasn’t going to run away…I don’t want…I don’t want him to lose his house.” He had to try to remember, he was playing Adaris, best not to let on that he wasn’t…

“Aw, how sweet, soft spot for a human. You really are too precious for the wild.” Yeah, that was definitely not meant to be praise, the Charmeleon was looking down on him. “I didn’t get your name, cutie…wanna at least get a piece of info from the bitch I’m knocking up tonight.”

He shuddered a bit hearing that…that roughness shouldn’t have been compelling, but something about it was making something stir in him. “It’s…uh…Sirada.” For the moment, that was how he was going to think of himself - a mirror of Adaris, just mirror the name. Better to think that way than to use his human name, that might draw suspicions. Plus, maybe it would be easier to separate himself from the experience afterwards. “I guess I should get yours, too…”

“Heh, you’ll get that and more. I’m Dizra, and I’m the one who’ll be planting an egg in you tonight. And by the time I’m done, I expect you’ll be thanking me.” The Charmeleon stepped forward, his slit parting as he everted his cock…Sirada’s eyes widened as he took the sight in, it was deep red, slightly tapered, pointed at the tip, studded with hot spots, steaming, and BIG. That thing was probably bigger than his cock as a human, and he wasn’t exactly minute in that department. The closer it got to him, the more imposing it looked…and the more his nose picked up on the spicy, sulfuric scent that was filling the air.

And that might have been why he was feeling an uncomfortable tingle and wetness between his legs.

Sirada might have been nervous as all hell, but a part of him was getting fiercely turned on. Even though he wasn’t used to being a Snivy, he knew what horny felt like, and this was a surprising amount of horny. Was that why Adaris had given in? Was he feeling the same things as Sirada was now? Or was this his wish just ensuring he would do exactly what he was intended to do? Lots of questions, not a lot of answers…in the moment, though, it probably didn’t matter that much, not as much as the fact that there was a very large (in his eyes) Charmeleon looming over him about to put an egg into him, and he was just…going to let that happen. And his body seemed more than eager for it, whatever his mind felt.

“Heh…you’ve got a very sweet scent, bitch. I like it…perfect for a grassy slut ready to get plump with egg.” Dizra suddenly lunged out and snatched Sirada up, throwing the snake for a loop as he was lifted into hot hands, and pulled close to the Charmeleon. Dizra pulled him close, bringing that slit to his snout and taking a deep sniff before blowing a hot breath all over Sirada’s nethers. Sirada’s eyes widened - THAT was hot, and FAR too stimulating for him to be ready for! He shuddered a bit, tensing up as his lust redoubled from the rush…and Dizra seemed very happy about that, letting out a deep murr as he licked his chops. “Fuck, that’s sexy…soft, domestic grass snake cunt, ripe for breeding. Doesn’t get much better than that.”

“Ngh…Dizraaa…” That pleading mewl felt like it came out without Sidara’s wherewithal, just an automatic reaction his brain wouldn’t let him hold back. He squirmed a bit in the Charmeleon’s grip, trying to settle his body down…but Dizra had other plans, and Sirada suddenly squealed out as a burning tongue struck true, forcing itself straight into Sirada’s snatch. If he’d thought the breath was hot, this was exponentially more torrid, and in an exponentially more sensitive zone! And it made Sirada seize up, body spasming as he suddenly came hard, the orgasm wracking his body as he gushed all over the Charmeleon’s tongue; the sweet fluid hissed and spat as it leaked out of him, vaporizing under the intense heat and adding a sweetness to the pervasive spice in the air.

And Dizra didn’t stop. His tongue delved deeper, sliding back and forth as he worked Sirada over eagerly, clutching tightly to him to forestall the thrashing of that serpentine body as Sirada’s brain started to fry as much as his loins. He couldn’t have been prepared for this…he didn’t even HAVE these parts as a human, this was as novel an experience as he ever could have imagined, and melded with the fierce sensitivity of a Grass-type to heat, another thing he couldn’t have matched as a human, it was overwhelming him badly. And yet, as much as it was throwing his mind into chaos, it also wasn’t quelling the need in his core…if anything, it was amplifying it, building it up as his body was primed fiercely for a good egging. And still Dizra wasn’t stopping, lashing in deep and heating up furiously, winding him up, tighter and tighter, relentlessly pushing Sirada to the limit as he was wracked with an orgasm that just wouldn’t stop…

Until, suddenly, something snapped in him, and he suddenly fell limp, his jerking movements ceasing entirely as he slumped back. Panting hard, still shuddering with orgasmic ecstasy, but otherwise a lump unable to do much, his limbs not moving on his body’s command. Only then did Dizra draw his tongue out, slurping around a bit as he drank down the last of that sweet nectar. “Delicious. I wish I could get that taste any time I wanted…heh, maybe you’ll be less averse to hanging around after this, cutie.” He grinned widely as he brought Sirada down to eye level, the snake’s vision somewhat blurred and unfocused. “Little bit zonked, are you? Perfect. Love it when they react like that, makes the next part even more fun.”

In the haze, Sirada wasn’t really sure what the next part was supposed to refer to…he was reminded in a hurry as Dizra lined up his cock at the Snivy’s entrance, rubbing that infernal member around and making him moan incoherently. Words weren’t coming any more easily than movements, it felt like parts of his body had been turned off, yet it was strangely relaxing…and the desire for the Charmeleon’s cock hadn’t faded at all, if anything it was everything around that was depressed, itself pushed to the fore. He found himself almost desperate to feel that staff pierce him and do its natural duty…

…Which didn’t make him any more prepared to actually feel it happen, especially as sharply as Dizra made it happen. The Charmeleon was clearly no gentle lover, as he shoved his fuckstick inside almost to the hilt in one fell swoop. Another squeal rang out from Sirada on automatic as another orgasm ripped through him - not only was the cock at least as hot as the tongue, but it was MUCH thicker and shoved MUCH deeper. And yet, it invaded his body as easily as if he was molded for it, not even a smidgen of resistance - in fact it felt like his body deliberately opened up for Dizra’s dick, that limpness extended to any muscular tightness he might have had. Not that it wasn’t a tight fit still - with that kind of size difference, anything less was impossible - but he wasn’t able to add to it at all, voluntarily or reflexively. At the moment, he felt like little more than a living cocksleeve, and could do nothing but bathe in the constant rush of bliss and wait for the stud to do as nature commanded and knock him up.

And that really shouldn’t have been turning Sirada on so much, but it absolutely was.

Dizra wasn’t giving him any chance to recover, drilling him with a ferocity that Sirada could scarcely have imagined. That cock was surging in, piercing deeper than the Snivy ever could have imagined, stretching him farther than he dared hope his body could…Adaris had said that snake Pokémon were stretchy, but it was a hell of a different thing to get to know that personally. His brain was fully occupied trying to process everything, the heat, the stretch, the energy of that fucking, the raw and unfiltered pleasure threatening to break him…and the consequence was that it wasn’t rebooting his motor systems, leaving him a limp snake flopping around only by the sheer force of Dizra’s thrusts, his head lolled back and mouth hanging open as he cried out breathlessly, squeals being driven from him by the fierce ramming into his body.

“Hrrra! Yessss, cry out your pleasure, snake bitch! Show me how much you want my egg in you!” Dizra was clearly getting a kick out of how Sirada was reacting, upping his efforts even more - how much energy did this Charmeleon have? Sirada’s cries reached a new pitch as he felt scalding precum gush into him, smearing around and channeling the heat even more ruthlessly…how he wasn’t glowing from the fire was beyond him, he felt almost hot enough to be a Fire-type himself at this point. And yet that deepest burn inside him wanted even more, wanted the full virility that Dizra could offer him, bared itself for that seed to swarm and overwhelm him and fuse with his own offering to create the egg the Charmeleon so clearly desired…

It was safe to say he was going to remember this one for a while.

It wasn’t terribly long before Sirada felt a throbbing inside him, the thickness of that cock pulsing hard against his walls and making him feel even larger, as well as more of that steamy fluid leaking into him, and radiant waves of heat coursing from inside out. It didn’t feel like it had been that long, but even his zonked mind had a sense that Dizra wasn’t going to be long…it would come entirely at the Charmeleon’s behest, Sirada still couldn’t do anything himself except try to suck in as much air as he could before it was driven out of him, carrying long thready wails of rapture on them as his body shook in ceaseless orgasm. At this rate, the finale was going to be a blessed relief, that would hopefully let him recover from the raw fury of this fucking…or so he hoped.

Dizra was certainly intent on proving him wrong, though, as he roared out and jetted some flame as he plunged in one final time and began pumping - and if Sidara thought he had been hot before, it was only now that he TRULY knew what hot felt like, because that volcanic cum gushing into him was the hottest thing he’d ever felt. It was almost astonishing that he wasn’t charred completely from it, it felt like a billion degrees was being poured into his vulnerable womb, and possibly a billion gallons from just how much was pouring out. He was definitely stretching from the amount of fluid surging into him, and it just kept building even while some of it forced its way out of him around that thick cock trying to plug him up, sending the blazing pleasure of that seed all throughout his canal.

By the time it was over, Sirada would have been limp even if he hadn’t been made that way by the initial zonking. His body felt so hot that his breaths even seemed to be a bit steamy, he was visibly glowing around a plump midsection with the raw heat stuffed in him, and he felt wearier than he could ever remember feeling in his life…yet, there was a primal satisfaction deep within him as well, like his body was eagerly agreeing with the act of impregnation and pushing everything towards making it happen. As much as he would have liked to process that more, though, his brain was giving out, and Dizra couldn’t even get him off his cock before Sirada slumped off into unconsciousness.

———

Oog…how can someone feel so hungry and so stuffed at the same time? That was a rhetorical question for Sirada, who was experiencing that dichotomy right that moment. He pulled another berry from the pile and wolfed it down while laying back on the ground. It looked like he’d been eating plenty already with the bulge in his midsection, but that was actually where all the food was going - the egg rapidly being built up inside him, taking as much of his energy as he could draw in. Sitting in a nice sunny spot was helping, his body drawing in that light and helping to pump him up a bit, but it wasn’t enough to not feel those aggressive hunger pangs.

Dizra was sitting nearby, watching over him to make sure no one gave them any trouble. Not that anyone was, Sirada had seen some Pokémon passing by but they gave him space…though he saw a few of them smirking at him almost suggestively. Maybe like they wanted to be next…he wasn’t intending on a ‘next’, but he wasn’t entirely sure he would be able to stop them if they pushed the issue, he didn’t exactly feel like a powerhouse as it was and getting the egg out would no doubt be extra taxing. And that was before taking into consideration that he really didn’t even know HOW to battle as a Pokémon…some things felt instinctive and natural but he wasn’t sure he wanted to put that to the test with more on the line.

At the moment, though, he had more important things to worry about…especially once he felt a tightening impulse in him, making him drop the berry he was eating and lay back quickly. His eyes closed tight and his fingers gripped the grass as he felt an imperious urge to push, and he could feel movement inside him as he ceded to it, that egg definitely wanted to come out. But it wasn’t coming easily…his body was trying to stretch around it, but it was still tight, still tense, and wasn’t surrendering to Sirada’s efforts. Well, as big as it was, he wasn’t expecting it to be a cake walk, but he was starting to worry that fruitless pushing might hurt him…

And then suddenly Dizra was over him, and that muzzle dove in before Sirada knew what was happening, and a squeal rang out from the Snivy as that heated organ once again seared his inner walls. This felt like very much not the time for that, something was supposed to be coming out, not going in! But the stimulating licks were having an effect on him, he felt his muscles relaxing and loosening up…and as it tickled something deep inside him that was holding the egg back, it was getting that to loosen up as well, as well as sending a surge of pleasure that shoved Sirada hard into an orgasm, making him twist and spasm, his vision blurring a bit from the rush.

As soon as Dizra’s tongue pulled back, Sirada gathered himself and started to push again - and now he was feeling it, there was definitely give in his body, the egg trying to breach and work out. Over and over, he strained, feeling it slowly get closer and closer to breaking through…and then, there it was, the egg was suddenly moving rather quickly, forcing its way out his canal and into the open, his body stretching wide around it and some fluids slickening its path through him, until with a final push it popped right out into Dizra’s waiting claws. Finally Sirada could fall slack, panting hard as his body was finally allowed to return to a non-stretched state for the first time since that hot cock had intruded on him. And he had to admit, glad as he was for it to be out, there was something oddly satisfying about having gone through the whole process…would be chalked up as one of the weirder experiences of his life, for sure, though.

“Perfect…just what I wanted.” Dizra seemed to be satisfied, too, cradling the egg as he stood upright. “I’ll take good care of this one, cutie. Don’t feel the need to be a stranger, now…I wouldn’t say no to a repeat sometime.” With a last suggestive growl, the Charmeleon turned and trotted off, seemingly content to leave Sirada to his own devices. Not exactly a surprise, he’d gotten what he wanted out of this...but at least hopefully that meant that he would be leaving the house alone.

Speaking of which…wearily, Sirada pushed himself to his feed, grabbing his half-finished berry and a couple others as he started to stagger back home. Hopefully he would get his energy back before anything unfortunate happened...though, whether that would matter without really knowing how to fight was debatable. And he was trying not to think about the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure he’d mind if that wasn’t the last egg he had to push out…

———

At the very least, he could take comfort in the fact that he’d secured his home’s safety. Even if it was the most usual method he could imagine, he couldn’t really argue with the results.

If there was one thing James was glad for about being a Snivy, it was that those vines were quite an effective substitute for hands in a lot of applications. He was able to easily open his door despite the handle being well above his head, and then push it shut behind him, allowing him to let out a deep breath and lean back against it. It seemed to be over…well, except for one rather important detail…

“James? Is that you?” He heard Adaris’s footsteps hustling towards the room. “What happened? Did you find that Charmeleon? Is everything-ah!” The other Snivy skidded to a stop when he saw what was there. “Who…who’re you?”

“Huh? Oh!” James shook his head; somehow it hadn’t registered that Adaris wouldn’t recognize him. Of course he wouldn’t, he was expecting a human, not a Snivy. “Adaris, it’s me, James.”

“It’s…what? Wait, what?” Adaris’s eyes widened. “H-how could you be James? Why are you a Snivy? Why do you look almost exactly like me? Why do you SOUND almost exactly like me?”

“Easy, buddy…” No sense in not telling him what happened, even as unbelievable as it might’ve seemed. James went through the story of Shayat’s appearance and his transformation, and the method he used to secure the Charmeleon’s satisfaction. When it came to the actual acts, he went light on the details, so as to not distress his friend…and not let on the strangely thorough satisfaction and pleasure that had come out of it.

It was more than enough for Adaris to get the picture, the Snivy somewhat shellshocked by the revelations. “That…that Jirachi really turned you into a copy of me so you could give the Charmeleon what he wanted from me? That’s…I don’t even know what to think about that. There wasn’t a better way to do it?”

“I, uh, can’t really judge whether there was or wasn’t, I didn’t exactly get the option. But it worked…and it, well, it wasn’t…terrible for me, I can say that. I guess better me than you, given everything.”

“Wow…I…I can’t believe it…I…James, I…thank you, so much…this…this wasn’t at all how I thought anything would go, but…you did something…that means a lot to me. And…I really appreciate it…more than I can even say.”

James smiled warmly at Adaris. “I’m happy I was able to help, bud. You deserve it. The only thing…Shayat said I would go back when I was done, I don’t know why I’m still a Snivy.”

“I said no such thing!” Both James and Adaris jumped and looked up towards the sudden voice. Shayat had reappeared, as unceremoniously as he had appeared before. “Come, don’t misrepresent me, after all I did for you!” The words had an edge to them, but a farcical one - he didn’t actually sound angry, despite playing the pretense.

“H-hey! You…you said that if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t go back to being human!” protested James.

“Now THAT’S more like it! Words are important, you should use them more carefully. And I DID say that, yes. But you’ve been through quite the, ah, ordeal, you didn’t think you could do that and just pop back to normal right away, did you?”

“What?!” squeaked Adaris. “H-how long are you gonna keep him like this?!”

“Sheeze, mortals are so impatient. Relax, snaky, I’m not locking him in this way, it’s just the nature of the beast. Your partner’s body will need some time to settle back down…give it a couple days, that’ll probably be enough.”

A couple days…well, he could handle being a Snivy for a couple more days, James thought as he settled down a bit. “I see…I guess I didn’t think about all that would happen when doing this, I probably should’ve asked more questions…or, uh…I guess, been more specific with my wish.”

Shayat grinned. “Like I said, words are important. I can grant plenty of wishes, but how I do so, well, it depends on what you say. Be too broad, too imprecise, and you can get…unexpected results.”

“No kidding…well, at least I know it’s gonna be finished soon.”

“Now, what makes you think that?”

James and Adaris both stared at the widely grinning Jirachi. “Wh…you…you just said I’d…turn back in a couple days…” James managed to get out.

“Hm, yes, and indeed you will. But your wish was to ensure that your friend never had to suffer the attentions of a breeder he didn’t want. You never limited that to just one time, now, did you?”

James’s eyes widened as he drank in the implications of that, while Adaris eeped. “Y-you…you’re gonna change him back if s-someone else wants me?”

“Now, now, I’M not changing him. It’s the power of the wish, don’t you know?” Shayat snickered as he gazed down cheekily at the two serpents. “You’re a real cutie, you know that? That Charmeleon was far from the first who’s had amorous designs towards you. It’s a shame that you’ve got such hang-ups about breeding, but I understand, abuse can be quite nasty. Lucky for you, you’ve got a friend who cares about you so much that he’ll stand in for you, each and every time someone wants to get an egg out of you. Everyone should be so lucky to have a friend like that, don’t you think? Well, now that you’re aware, I’ll be taking my leave. Enjoy!”

“W-wait!” Adaris tried to stop Shayat, but the Jirachi winked out of existence before he could protest at all. “He’s gone…that…that’s not fair! That wasn’t what you wanted!”

“It wasn’t…but, well, I guess I definitely didn’t do a good job at making that wish.” James rubbed his head. “Guess this isn’t just a one-time deal…”

“There’s got to be something we can do, though…” Adaris didn’t sound confident in that in the slightest.

“Well, we’re gonna have to try to work around it, I guess. But I doubt I’m undoing a whole Jirachi wish…I’ve never even heard of something like that before, not without making another wish. And that seems like it could be kinda risky…” James shook his head. “But, if this is gonna be a thing that you keep having to deal with…maybe it’s not a terrible thing.”

“But…but…I don’t want to make you have eggs!”

“Hey, buddy, easy…” James stepped over and gave Adaris a hug, which the other Snivy returned, trembling and tearing up slightly. “You’re not forcing me to do anything…I don’t want to put you through something that you aren’t okay with. And if that means I gotta be the one to take one for the team, well, it doesn’t have nearly the impact on me that it has on you. I can handle this, believe me.”

“That…I…” Adaris sniffed a bit. “I’ll…try to make sure you don’t have to handle it more than you can…if I have to learn to take it myself again, I will. You shouldn’t have to stand in for me every time…”

“Don’t worry about that. You don’t have to force yourself to.”

“…I’m…well, I’ll see if I can try…at least, let me help you learn a bit about being a Snivy, if you’re gonna have to be from time to time you should be comfortable with it.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that.” If that was the most Adaris could do for him, James wasn’t going to downplay that. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t be a rare thing that he’d be called back into action, given what Shayat had hinted at…but if it was like how Dizra had made him feel, maybe he wouldn’t have too much problem with that.