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When life doesn't go as plan, the right course of action was to adapt. The question was how to adapt for the best outcome.

When one was cursed by a Misdreavus, finding out how to do that was particularly challenging.

Davis was struggling with that particular issue right at this moment. It had been such an innocent thing...he'd gone into an old fertility shrine in the middle of a forest, just to poke around and figure out what other interesting stuff might be inside. He had no idea it would be haunted - or that the Misdreavus who had made it home had a thing about uninvited guests. Attempting to defuse the situation was useless, it seemed this wasn't one that could be reasoned with...and as he had attempted to make his escape, the curse had struck.

It was no secret to anyone that Ghost-types were known for tricks, pranks, and manipulations. But Davis still hadn't been ready for this. The Misdreavus had been the patron of a fertility shrine, and apparently fertility was on its mind. Davis had quickly found himself sans his typical anatomy, and the ghost had vanished before he could demand a reversal. Now he was trying to figure out how he could get unstuck from this situation...or if that was even possible.

I would have rather the dumb thing just turned me into a girl...at least that would be SOMETHING like normal. Guys aren't really supposed to have pussies...I mean, okay, trans dudes, fine, but that's a pretty rare exception.

It had been two weeks since then, and he hadn't come up with anything on his own. Though, for the past few days, he hadn't really been able to do any research on it, because of another issue that had cropped up...the issue that had him rather feverishly fingering himself and rubbing his clit while leaning back against a tree, trying desperately to get himself off. He was wetter than a Hydro Pump down there, it was soaking his hand but he didn't care at the moment, he needed something to bring him relief.

He'd failed to find any information on his own, but he had gotten something. The Misdreavus had in fact appeared again...but in his dreams, when he couldn't really do anything about it. There to taunt him, and to give him rather dire hints about potential fates…it was here that he'd learned about the heat that was steadily going to grow in his loins, until he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from getting nice and active. And the other thing - the sudden attraction to Pokémon, and that getting seeded by one would make it more likely that he'd breed Pokémon instead. Which was the intent in the first place, and Davis knew it without being told...because of course a fucking Ghost would find that funny. He had been steeling himself for days, telling himself he wouldn't give in, wouldn't let that thing have its victory…

Except...it was starting to border on impossible. He couldn't be in polite company anymore, not with the way his clothes were sopping wet with his emissions. In fact it had gotten bad enough that he'd escaped to nature and disrobed entirely, washing everything he had and leaving it aside while he desperately tried to find a way to quell the insane need he was getting. Nothing was working, though...this was about the seventh time he'd masturbated that day, and he had lost count of how often he'd done it the previous two days. It was starting to become clear that it wasn't working.

Still, Davis kept at it...both hands moving, one focused on toying with his clit (a thought which sounded extremely weird to him even if it made logical sense) and the other pushing fingers deep inside him, pumping in and out as fast as he could manage. He was moaning and groaning, the pleasure was there, he could feel it bubbling up again, just as it had countless times over the past couple days...and then he shuddered, feeling a twitching and jerking through him as he felt it hit. And then it was gone again...and he knew he hadn't finished it. As much as he'd tried to build on it with his stimulation, he knew he'd missed the real thing. It felt like an orgasm, but...not the way he'd experienced before, the full and complete satisfaction.

Maybe he was doing it wrong. It wasn't like he'd ever touched a pussy before this - he'd been a virgin through and through, honestly the opportunity had never really presented itself in a way he'd been able to take advantage of. Whether it was that or something else, though, one thing was becoming clear to him: he wasn't getting out of this without taking a dick. That was probably the only way he'd reach the crest of pleasure that might sate him. And that meant he had to try to take one without getting cum into if he didn't want to trigger the potential of getting egged up.

There was only one choice: Ragnar.

His Charizard, a loyal partner for several years, was the only Pokémon out here with him. He was a fierce one, unrelenting in battle and almost as fervent in argument. He was smart, too, and had won matches on the strength of his brains alone. Still, he didn't have any clear remedy for this...and Davis could tell it was wearing on him. He'd smelled the scent all around their sites, Ragnar was jerking off quite a lot too, probably his own desperate attempt at control with the smell of Davis's heat constantly around him. Seeing the boner was really only fueling the need for Davis, too...he couldn't get the sight of it out of his mind, long, tapered to an imposing thickness, steaming with burning heat, and the most unexpected thing, a fat knot at the base. Not a normal thing for Charizards, but Ragnar had claimed that his father was an Arcanine and that was why he had it. To say it wasn't tempting him at the moment would have been a bald lie...and if he had to take one, there wasn't really another good option.

Slowly he pushed himself fully upright. Already he could feel it building again...he couldn't take this anymore. He had to get fucked...just, hopefully, without the cream filling at the end. If anyone could pull that off, it would be Ragnar. At least, he hoped so. It wasn't like he had many other options...wild Pokémon were too risky, and thanks to the curse he felt a revulsion at the idea of coupling with another human, and that was much more risky anyway. So he decided to make his way back to the campsite, and propose the idea, hoping that it wasn't going to ignite anything unwelcome…

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A fire was burning in the pit in the middle of the small clearing where they had made camp. It wasn't much of a camp, really - he'd rushed out a bit too quickly to make any real preparations, and only had a small roller mat to sleep on. He hadn't brought any food, but they were experienced enough foragers. And he only had a small amount of clothes, which were hanging from tree branches...almost certainly dry at this point, but in his current state not worth trying to don.

Ragnar was sitting back against a tree, loafing a bit grouchily. He already wasn't exactly the most personable Pokémon, being rather gruff and blunt in his mannerisms - not nasty, just not sweet. But he'd been having to deal with the scents of lust all over the place, and it was definitely taking its toll on him...and Davis could see he was standing at full attention right now. Clearly, his self-stimulation efforts weren't any more satisfying than his own.

He had to admit, there was something definitely alluring about the Charizard. His build was slightly different from the norm for his species, his arms were a bit thicker and body a bit leaner than the norm, and there was a good bit of muscle on them. Part of that was just the way he was, part of that was the work he put in to get stronger and stronger...he'd heard Ragnar grumbling about stick-arms before and it seemed to be a sore point for him, and he'd built them up so that they looked pretty powerful. Of course, the rest of him was already powerful-looking, eye-catching even if Davis hadn't had a bit of a brain shock...it all spoke of strength, health, virility, and there was no question that some bit of that wetness between his legs was being triggered by Ragnar's image. So, maybe it was a touch self-indulgent as well, but his self-control was already in tatters, so it hardly seemed to matter.

“Ah...Ragnar...I think...I need your help."

“About fucking time." Davis winced a bit at the bluntly growled response. He knew Ragnar wasn't being mean, but… “Didn't I tell you that it wasn't going to be that simple? It was going to have to happen at some point, stalling it out like this is just torturing both of us."

“Ngh...y-you were right, I should have...sorry. But...I know now, I, I can't take it anymore...I know I'm gonna snap completely at some point, and probably soon, and...I just need to take care of it, a little bit, before that happens. I just...I need you to take that ache away, and...just...don't...you know...cum in me, so I...so I don't start getting towards being, uh, bred."

There was no response from Ragnar...well, no verbal response, at least. But as he pushed himself up, his stare at Davis was starting to make the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He was stepping forward, with a purpose, almost predatorily...it was making him feel a bit like prey, which was more enticing than he wanted it to be. Closer and closer he came...how had Davis never realized just how BIG his Charizard was? Practically towering over him as he reached him, making Davis look tiny and feeble in comparison. It only made the itch between his legs rage harder...maybe it would have been much scarier if he was a wild Charizard, but a longtime ally and trusted companion was such a different scenario.

And then Ragnar grabbed him.

It was no gentle thing - a thick clawed hand latched onto his arm and yanked him forward, whipping him one-eighty and then holding him firmly against his hot body. He let out a gasp as he felt the heat, especially from one part of him...that thick cock jutting between his legs was threaded between Davis's, rubbing against his thighs and pussy lips, steaming and burning, but in a tantalizing and utterly painless way. The deep growls rumbling through Ragnar sent vibrations though the human's body, his grip tightened and his hold was so fearsome...it felt like Ragnar was treating him like a plaything, part of him felt like he should stop it, try to regain some control over the situation. But he knew he wasn't going to...he was going to let the dragon do what he wanted, anything he wanted the way he wanted, whatever got him filled with that massive cock as soon as possible.

He felt the dragon's other arm sneak under his thigh, and slowly he was lifted, held against that hot body even more flush, his snatch spread open for entry. The tip lined up against his passage, leaking burning fluid inside to make him shudder and shake...even this was so much better than his masturbation efforts, and they hadn't even gotten to the real action yet. More and more he just wanted to feel it inside him, he was certain that it was going to be incredible, just what he needed…

Yet, he wasn't quite ready for Ragnar to just ram the entire thing inside him.

A shocked cry escaped Davis's lips as he was suddenly stretched hard, the raging burn embedding itself into his core. The pleasure flashed hard, and moments later a louder, more sustained cry rang out from him as a powerful spike of delight raced through him - like the half-orgasm he managed from his earlier efforts except several times fiercer. That alone was worth it, but he could feel that there was even more bubbling beneath the surface...and Ragnar seemed like he was more than prepared to give it to him.

Ragnar held still for a bit, his breath coming heavy...it was clear that the dragon was in the throes of pleasure as well. But finally he tightened his grip, jerked out, and then slammed back in, knot thumping against Davis's cunt and a spurt of molten-hot precum shooting into him. It sent a tremor through him briefly - he thought maybe it was the Pokémon's seed, which he'd been trying to avoid...he hadn't even thought about pre, whether it could do the same thing to him. But the way it felt, shooting him into another mini-climax, was so wonderful, he wasn't sure he could have said anything about it anyway.

The first few thrusts from Ragnar were rather jerky and unsteady, but rather quickly settled into a rhythm, in and out with a hearty energy and blazing heat that made Davis feel like he was going to melt from the inside out. So powerful, so intense, and every thrust was another dose of nirvana for the altered human - he was shaking and jerking in the tight grip of the dragon, gasping and crying in pure heaven as round after round of orgasmic euphoria pumped through him. He could feel it getting stronger by the moment, building on itself more and more, like a rubber band was winding itself up in him, working towards a finale he could only anticipate giddily. It was everything he had been needing, more than he even knew.

The only thing to even partly mitigate it was the powerful thumping of that knot against his pussy lips. That giant bulb of infernal flesh banged against his body every time Ragnar railed him, feeling like it was threatening to enter inside him...it was clear Ragnar was strong enough to do so if he wanted, even though he wasn't supposed to. It was so good, the furious thrusts were giving him that potent pleasure that he needed, but the consequences could be dire if they weren't careful. The precum shooting into him was providing a preview of what could happen, there was so much of it it was already leaking out rather profusely, making the heat feel even wilder all throughout his twat.

Without warning, Ragnar slammed in HARD - Davis's eyes bugged out a bit as he felt the knot pound fiercely against him, stretching him just a bit wider before the Charizard backed off, thrusting in harder and faster than ever. Suddenly the nervousness was reaching a pitch, though...Ragnar might not have been holding back as well as he thought. The threat of being knotted was suddenly very real, and getting realer as he felt it push against him harder, making him threaten to yield on every thrust, only the rapid pull-back keeping it from happening. Or maybe that was just his imagination, the threat of it making him think it was closer than it was.

No...wait…

But though his mind tried to find an objection, his couldn't voice it...nothing came out except the same exceedingly pleasured cries and moans that he'd been giving off already. The pleasure was simply too powerful, the need for more overriding everything else...he was getting so wound up by the hammering dragon cock, something was building hard and he felt more and more like he couldn't stop until he'd reached that pinnacle.

The threat and pleasure duality only continued to grow...Ragnar was starting to breathe harder, and Davis thought he could feel a twitching and jerking in the pole spearing his cunt. Was he close? He might have been...and that only seemed to be encouraging him to threaten Davis's body with his knot, with the prospect of filling him and defining his fate. Every bit of the additional fear was being overpowered by new pleasure and new tension ramping him up towards that glorious finale that he was craving more by the moment. Only once did a bare hint of potential protest become possible, but it was aborted before it could go anywhere, merely an inarticulate “Nngaaahhhh…" leaving him as another stroke of pleasure radiated through him.

Suddenly Ragnar pitched forward, surprising Davis. Before he knew what was happening, he was face-down on the ground, with a heavy weight partially pressing onto him. The arm that had clutched him before was now wrapped around him, such that that hot clawed hand was clamped over his mouth, robbing him of protest. Ragnar's other arm was tight around his leg still, bending it wider, and with guttural snarls he began to buck in with ferocity, his knot smacking against Davis's cunt lips.

And now he knew. Ragnar wasn't going to stop...he wasn't even planning to, maybe hadn't from the start. He was going to hump and pound and batter with almost feral resolve and intensity, refusing to relent until Davis's snatch yielded to his superiority and took him in, and then he was going to fill Davis up with infernal cum, priming him for Pokémon eggs. And even if Davis had found the resolve to try to oppose him, he had rendered the human helpless to change the outcome, utterly defenseless against the inevitable climax.

And heaven help him, he couldn't make it feel like a threat. Or at least couldn't make it matter to him more than the pending rush that he desperately needed from his own body. His squirming was no attempt at escape, but to entice his dragon to finish the deal and send them both over the edge.

It wasn't a long wait. With an effortful roar, Ragnar powered his way in, forcing the knot against that tight passage until finally it gave, sucking him in. The first burst of fiery seed splashed into him...and then it hit, the crashing, mind-melting orgasm that he'd known was possible but couldn't reach. Muffled yelling into the Charizard's hand accompanied his wild bucking and thrashing upon that firmly-embedded pole, sweat flying off of him as he rocked, eyes rolling back in his head. His brain blanked from the sheer force of the ecstasy that came with it, a mindless pleasure he reveled in without a hint of reluctance.

Smoke billowed from Ragnar's nose, his growls coming deep and rhythmically with every pulse of his cock into Davis. It was an incredible volume of seed pouring into him...if there had been any question of whether he might have exhausted himself with his masturbation, Ragnar had rather effectively proven otherwise. One burn was replaced with another, the needy tension of his lust had been quenched by the complete flooding of his cunt, the vicious heat somehow still incredibly relaxing and relieving. Even as it starting to make him swell visibly, his abdomen pushing out a bit from the massive volume stoppered up by that wonderful knot, he felt no distress from that new pressure, only another form of bliss.

It felt like an eternity and a day before Ragnar stopped adding to the volume...and Davis's orgasm had only just faded away by then. He could feel the heavy breaths the dragon was drawing in, and even then he was sure he could hear the relief Ragnar was feeling...this had been a wonderful release for him, too, no doubt. The reptile rolled over onto his side, holding Davis with him, the knot stubbornly refusing any exodus. The growls had diminished into almost purr-like sounds...he'd heard those scant few times, Ragnar wasn't exactly an emotionally expressive Pokémon and rarely showed how happy he was.

Sweating, panting, still in the grip of the Charizard, Davis's head was spinning from it all. Ragnar had defied his request, done the one thing he'd asked not to do...but the immense relief, the relaxation of his loins, the release of tension from his body, and the power of the orgasm that had ripped through him, had him questioning if he didn't in fact want that from the very start. He'd asked a powerful, virile creature whose body had been teasing him for days to take him, hadn't resisted any other part of it...had he been subconsciously inviting it? He didn't really know, all he knew was that it had happened, and now he was probably going to face the consequences.

“Better?" One heavy word from Ragnar, though also a lot more relaxed than he had been earlier. The dragon appeared in no rush to try to disengage from Davis, leaving his seed to stew inside him even longer, probably ramping up the effect it was meant to have on him.

“Ah...mh...it's...b-better...but...y-you...you weren't...supposed to cum...inside...n-now I...I'm gonna be...able to be...knocked up...you shouldn't have…"

“Foolish." Ragnar rubbed the human's slightly distended gut. “You still don't get it? It was meant to make you breed. If it was just about playing with your body the curse wouldn't have put you in heat...it wouldn't have made breeding possible. Breeding and time are the only things that end a heat, and yours I'm almost sure won't have a time limit. Why would a Ghost who cares about fertility so much they haunt a fertility shrine make it possible to work around their tricks? You couldn't even cum properly until I gushed into you, that should be proof enough. Hrm, my guess is you're meant to push out some number of eggs before you're allowed to go back to normal."

It made some sort of sense, Davis had to admit; the curse had definitely been intended to put him in that position. But still...was that really how to end it? “What if...I was supposed to fight it…and this makes it...something I can't change?"

“Possible. Seems silly to me...but they are tricky types. But it's not worth worrying about." Ragnar's head dipped down to the human's ear, giving it a lick. “I'm gonna round up some Pokémon to help out, and we're gonna put my way to the test. We're gonna fill you up, round after round, until it takes...and then do it again...over and over. And either we're gonna get enough eggs outta you that it ends the curse, or we're gonna make you love getting dicked so much that you don't care that you can't go back. Either way, we both win, and that's all that matters."

The statement sent a little shiver through Davis, and a twitch through his stuffed cunt. The way he said it sounded more appealing than he would have thought...enough that, despite his lingering questions, he found himself agreeing with the idea of trying it out. And his big, sexy fire dragon had a point - with those two potential outcomes, it was hard to argue that that wouldn't be the right course of action.