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Kurou was used to strange requests. Being a Psychic Pokémon, he got them all the time. Being able to bend reality to your whim made you popular with those who wanted a different reality, it seemed. So when he sensed that the human and Ursaring approaching him had something odd on their minds, it didn't really bother him. He did enjoy a chance to showcase his talents, after all…

“Um...hey there. You're..Kurou, right?" The human looked a bit nervous, but determined. Whatever he wanted, he certainly wanted.

The Alakazam shrugged from his hovering spot. “You have me at a disadvantage, it seems."

“Uh?"

“That means he wants our names," the Ursaring grumbled with an eye roll. “You'd think he could just say that…"

“Oh, Yeah, uh, I'm...I'm Wes, and this is Pagran. We were...we wanted to know about your...you can...uh...change reality, right?"

Kurou nodded. “But of course. That is the prerogative of all Psychic-types...manipulating the web of being at our whim, twisting each thread with the most delicate touch, one that defies all understanding of those beneath us. We can obliterate mountains with merely a thought, or use the most delicate touch to brush an eyelash off a fly...all with a press against the web of existence that lies hidden all around us, invisible to all but those with the gift…"

Wes blinked absently. “Uh...does that mean you can help us or not?"

That got a quiet sigh out of the Alakazam. “The art of eloquence is so underappreciated these days. Very well, I shall dumb it down. Depending on what you ask for, yes, I can help you. It must be something reasonable, though."

“What, you guys can't do ANYTHING you want?" Pagran remarked with dry sarcasm.

“A fair bit more than you, my furry detractor. But we have limits as well...some aspects of reality are beyond us. We can't turn the sun purple, for example...that's simply too immense a task, the web of reality is like a stone to us there. We could make you THINK it was purple, or even alter your perception so you saw it as such, but that would be about it. And where fierce wills are predominant, it is much harder to exert our influence. Not impossible, but one with a fierce desire not to do something will be very hard to push into that action. So you can be assured that I will not overstep my bounds."

“Yeah...well, I don't know about that, but I trust you more with this than anyone else."

“Very happy to hear it. So what is this 'this' that you refer to?"

Wes and Pagran exchanged looks, and then the human spoke up again. “Well...it's like this. Pagran, he...well, he's...a guy, but not...well, e-equipped like one. He's got...well...a pussy."

“...And? That's far from unheard of in Pokémon. I suppose I wouldn't call it common, necessarily, but far from an anomaly."

“Oh…" Wes looked a bit relieved to hear that. “I was hoping you weren't going to freak out at the idea...a lot of people wouldn't take that well…"

“Humans, perhaps, but I have found they are rather bizarre about such matters. Again, however, I fail to see the problem."

“Well, uh, I mean, I don't have a problem with it, but Pagran does. He...he doesn't like it. He says...it just...feels wrong."

“Oh? Are we talking wrong as in a mismatch, or wrong as in-"

“The first one," Pagran grunted very quickly. “I don't have a problem with the whole thing as like, you know, a thing. I just...I tried, but I do not get anything but stress from it. My brain, it thinks I should have a cock, and it won't handle anything else being there...it's driving me crazy, and I need to do something about it."

Kurou nodded. “A reasonable decision. You wish to have your mind altered to something more accepting?"

“No, I hear that doesn't really work all that well. That a lot of the time it comes back after a while."

“Indeed, this is true. The mind is a challenging thing to deal with...you can warp it, but it doesn't remove all traces of its original state, and it's quite difficult to know what might be a trigger. Anything that incites a rush of emotion...emotion plays havoc with psychic alterations, it can completely wipe them out, or impose its own influence on them. Only full erasure can ensure no bounceback, but that is a crime punishable by death among psychics, and not what most are after anyway. So you wish to have your body altered instead...is that not something you would seek a Ditto for?"

“No way, those little shits ALWAYS do something more to you. Any change a Ditto makes is guaranteed not to be the only change. And I know Psychics mess with people sometimes too but usually not as badly."

“Also true...the metamorphs have very strange behaviors. Well, I can...attempt to alter your body, but that is a challenge...reality has a tendency to resist such intrusions, and I fear I couldn't guarantee your satisfaction, nor any extended period...I doubt a scant few minutes would suffice, but unless I actively apply my power to a heavy degree, it will not remain."

“I...I heard that there's a way, though," Wes jumped in again finally, sounding more nervous again. “That...if you...if you swap with someone...then, it's easier, because...there's not as much of a, uh, violation of reality. R-right?"

Sharp as he was, it still took a moment for that to click with Kurou...once it did, though. he let out a hearty chuckle. “So that's your angle...you DO have a dedicated trainer, don't you?"

“I told him he doesn't have to do this for me," Pagran huffed a bit. “But...he insisted...and...I do want to...if only for a little while, feel what it's like, to be like I feel like I should."

“Well, fortune is with you, because I can certainly do that. While I cannot say how long it will last, such a swap would indeed be less of a strain on reality - a misplacement rather than a full on revision, shall we say, and would require only a mite of energy to set to linger for a time. Of course, it would require both of you to be fully invested, otherwise it will fail...the whole will business I mentioned earlier. So, I have to ask once more, are you truly willing to engage in this switch?"

“If Wes is willing to give up part of himself for me for this time, then I would be a fool to say no," Pagran stated bluntly.

“And I want Pagran to be happy with himself for a while...and if this is what it takes, I'm willing to try it," Wes added with a finality.

“Very good. I'll ask the trainer to declothe, please, so I can monitor the change properly...and sit on the ground with a full view."

Wes complied, stripping off his clothes as Pagran took a seat on the ground, legs spread open a bit; Kurou could already sense his eagerness, it was clear to him that this had been a frustration for the Ursaring for quite some time. In between the somewhat stubby limbs was the offending entrance, looking completely normal to the Alakazam's eyes...why Pagran's brain had been wired to be so hostile to it was a mystery for the ages. Perhaps he would think differently after experiencing the other side? Kurou was quite familiar with people wanting any changes undone after finding out their dream wasn't all it was cracked up to be...but, if his brain was really that dead set on having a different set of equipment, that was a different thing.

Finally the human was bare as well, and sat a couple feet away from Pagran, also spread, face a little red in a typically human deferral to modesty. What was hanging between his legs seemed nothing to write home about to Kurou, but he knew that Pokémon typically had more than humans in that regard...it likely wouldn't matter for the switch, as it wasn't raw material but conceptual reality that would define what Pagran would receive. And since both of them were ready, there was no point in waiting further. “Eyes closed, please...if you're not viewing the change it will be easier to perform, less interference."

The two exchanged looks again, but nodded and closed their eyes. Neither could see the glow beginning to arise in the Alakazam's eyes, nor the one starting to surround the two of them. That glow was all that was visible to any casual observer...but certainly not to Kurou. He had truly opened up his inner sight, which revealed the texture of reality to him, the threads which bound them all and kept things the way they were...and he was about to apply some rewiring.

At a mental command, a pair of connections were set between the two targets, focused right in their reproductive regions. Represented as a cycle, low-to-high power from the human to the Pokémon and from the Pokémon to the human. Another command, and the flow of every began from them, traveling equally through each half of the cycle, drawing the nature of each one out of them and the opposite nature into them. It took a little work to maintain the flow, but not a lot; a switch of realities was so much easier because there was already a foundation to work with, rather than a need to construct something out of his own whimsy. Not that he couldn't...it was just so much easier this way.

To Wes and Pagran, none of this was accessible, all they knew was what they were feeling. But they were feeling it...the human's package shrinking away as it was being added to Pagran, and the construction of a different part in him as the Ursaring's reality was replacing his previous one. A thick sheath and heavy sack swelled into prominence between the bear's legs as the snatch that had been there disappeared, only to appear between Wes's legs. There were quiet moans and grunts from the two of them as the sensations of being altered coursed through them - not pleasant or unpleasant, just there and strange.

It only took a few minutes, and then the swap was complete. The sensations ebbed away, and the changes ceased, Kurou removing all but the minute influence needed to maintain the change for the time being. “Perfect. You may open your eyes now."

Both did, blinking a bit as the brightness hit. Wes looked down first, eying the spot where his cock and balls had been with wonder and curiosity. “Wow...it...really did happen. That's so weird…Pagran? How're you feeling?"

“...Good. Really...good." The Ursaring was looking at his own new organs with a similar sense of wonder, almost disbelief. “It's like...for once, my head's not telling me something's wrong down there. It's...quiet, for the first time."

“Hopefully it will stay that way," Kurou remarked. “We shall see...I suspect that you will wish to have this experience for a while, so I would recommend you spend some time doing what you wish. But I wouldn't leave the boundaries of my domain in the woods, so that I don't lose my influence over this...that could result in some unpleasantness."

“We won't go far...but yeah, I'd kind of like to...just, kinda go around a bit…" Wes stood up, a little shakily; there was definitely a sense of void where there usually was something there before. Though, he couldn't say he felt like he thought he would from Pagran's experience...but it had only just happened. “Pagran?"

“Yeah...let's go. Er, thank you, Kurou...we'll be back tomorrow."

Kurou nodded. “Enjoy yourselves."

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It was amazing to Wes, how big a chance there was in Pagran after the swap. He'd always been a touch of a grouch, if a relatively good-natured one...he'd always thought that was just part of the bear's personality, issues with anatomy notwithstanding. But it was clear, Pagran was in VERY good spirits now...he seemed much more lighthearted, the general air of surliness was gone. He even moved happier, his movements more fluid and relaxed.

“Rrrrr...goddamn, it feels so GOOD. It's like...everything's where it's supposed to be the way it's supposed to be. It's not eating at me for once. Holy FUCK did I need this!"

“Hah...you're not even using it and you're already head over heels," Wes said with a bit of a laugh.

“I know, I know. Even just being aware of it is a huge thing, though." A touch of uncertainty crept into his features as he looked back at Wes, eyes darting between the human's legs. “Are you sure you're all right, though? I know how it felt for me...are you…"

“I...I'm not, really, I don't think. It feels...weird, yeah. Different, out of the ordinary. But...at least, not yet, I don't feel anything like, uh, you were." Which Wes found a bit odd after listening to the gripes the Ursaring had come out with after the truth had been revealed to him. He'd figured it would be just like that...but, so far, while it didn't exactly feel normal to him, it also wasn't exactly distressing him.

“Well, I'm glad for that...you can tell me any time you start feeling that way, though. I won't put you through anything you don't want to be put through." They sat down on the ground, Pagran leaning against a tree and Wes sitting cross-legged in front of him. “I still can't believe you actually went through with it. You know I would've understood if you'd bailed at any time."

“Yeah, but you still wouldn't have been happy. And it's not like it's that big a sacrifice...well, okay, maybe it's pretty big, but not...you know, TOO big for me. And I know you didn't want to take a chance with the Ditto..."

“Ugh…" Pagran shook his head. “I should've, I know...I just...you know the stories I've heard about them? That they mess with your body and head every time they touch you, twisting you into something for no reason other than their own personal enjoyment. As much as I wanted this change, it...it just terrifies me, the idea of them doing something to me that I might never recognize. Hell, they might have turned me into some kind of ogre that wanted to turn you into a sex slave."

Wes cocked his head. “That was...oddly specific."

“I told you, I've heard stories. Those fucks are obsessed with sex...it's pleasure and food to them, so I guess it makes sense, but they have two focuses, transformation and sex, and they combine them at every possible moment. So it was just...too much for me. I'm sure we could have found one that would have been a good guy, though...it's gonna be hard to forget how this felt, so I might actually be pretty dead set on it this time."

“Huh...it sounds like such a normal thing when you say it like that."

“Well, it is. Er...well, maybe 'normal' isn't totally the right word for it, but it's not really that unusual. I don't know how it is with you humans, but Pokémon, you hear about guys and girls having the other organs a good bit. It's...well, maybe it's because those parts are just so variable for us. Like, I've seen Ursarings with lots of different shapes. Maybe part of that is that sometimes you get one on a female, or miss one on a guy. But...you know, most of them, that's how they feel like they're supposed to be. Most of the ones that don't, they had a change induced on them...there's other ways, too, but those are generally just temporary. At least, to my knowledge they are…"

Wes shook his head. “That sounds confusing. Humans, I don't think that happens all that often...well, maybe it could happen with changes like a Ditto or something, but not, like, normally. I guess you do have the mismatch sometimes where a guy thinks he should be a girl, or a girl thinks she should be a guy, but a guy's body is gonna have a dick."

Pagran shrugged. “Well, I guess that's how it is. Pokémon have variety, humans have consistency. Upsides and downsides to them both...ah, I'm feeling..."

Wes blushed a bit as he saw Pagran's new tool starting to push out of its sheath. “Heh, yeah...boners out of nowhere, I know that feeling."

“Not...totally nowhere, it was on my mind." Pagran looked a bit embarrassed. “Was kind of hoping I could find someone around to have a proper round with...would...kinda be my first, with anything."

“Your first?"

“Well, not first sexual experience at all, but...with that kind of contact. I...never really had more than a brief moment there." The Ursaring's expression went a bit dour. “I thought...thought that maybe actually getting some, feeling the pleasure I heard you could get from it, would get my brain in line. But...that Machoke pushed it halfway in and I shoved him THROUGH a tree. It just felt so incredibly wrong, so awful...I was almost sick. I couldn't handle the idea of being penetrated, even just trying to rub it was hard enough. I learned how to give a good blow to males and females alike, but I always wanted to go the whole way."

The talk was making something stir in Wes, too...it was funky, the way the arousal hit him this time, compared to the past when he was normally equipped. Yet, it didn't feel at all bad, he felt just fine...and, as he was looking at Pagran, he realized how interested he really was in the bear. Another new thing, he'd always been close to Pagran but not in THAT way...maybe part of it was the change? Did it matter? Pagran wanted to try something, and really, it would hardly be fair to give him a chance to have a dick without ever really using it for its intended purpose…

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm fucking curious too. I wanna know what it's like having a cock in there…maybe I'm weird, but...I don't really feel like it's that wrong on me. I don't think I'd freak out about having something in there, like he did...so...what am I waiting for? “Well, if you want a try at it, you do have an easy option."

Pagran's eyes widened. “...Really?"

“Yeah. I mean...call me curious, I want to try it. I mean, I've never had any experience there either. And you should get a chance to use it while you have it. I mean, you never really knew what you were missing out on, but you should get a chance to know it."

“Wow...well, I'd be happy to, if...if you think you're okay with it."

“Yeah...I mean, same thing, why not try it if I've got it?"

Pagran shook his head. “You're impressive...you're taking it a lot better than I ever did. Almost envy you, it would be so much easier if I could just live with it...but, if you're not bothered by it, I'm sure I can give you a good time. Maybe a bit, ah, unsophisticated...can't say I know a whole lot of technique there other than in and out. But I hear that gets pretty good reviews."

Wes let out a quiet giggle. “Well, maybe you can put that tongue of yours to use first. Actually, we could share...that way we both don't have to wait."

The Ursaring gave him a toothy grin. “Won't get any argument from me. Lay down and spread your legs, let your bear get a taste of you."

Grinning, Wes laid back, spreading wide; he could already feel an unusual dampness coming from his pussy, tickling and tingling...was this was females felt when they were excited? He kind of liked it...a mass of brown filled his vision as he Pagran got into position above him. The Ursaring's head was quickly planted between his legs, and his dick was poking right above Wes's face. It was impressively long and thick, pointed at the end but getting pretty wide towards the base...and his ballsack was hanging a bit nearby, looking nice and full, bigger than Wes had ever seen on another creature, though his experience was quite limited in that regard. There was a thick scent filling his nose, coming from those organs, making him feel relaxed and light-headed.

Pagran struck first, leaning his head down and raking his tongue over Wes's pussy lips and clit, a long, drawn-out gesture that went all the way from front to back. And Wes nearly jumped at the electric sensation of pleasure that jolted through him...very different from anything he'd ever known or even imagined. And he'd scarcely gotten his head on straight when Pagran repeated the action, making him moan out shakily. Oh, that was amazing…

But he was getting and not giving...that kind of defeated the whole point of this set-up in the first place. Despite the pleasure racking him, he managed to bring a hand up to Pagran's cock, angling it down to his head, his mouth licking the tip of it. Pagran froze, growling deeply and shuddering. “Holy...fuck...that...felt so...GOOD…"

Wes responded by licking again, then sucking on it just a little bit. The wildly pleasured whines and groans Pagran was giving in response were quite welcome...it was giving him a good bit of satisfaction to bring such pleasure to his long-time partner. And he was getting the favor returned quite well as Pagran went back to his own treatment...now the two were finally getting into the spirit of the 69, working each other over with an energy and excitement unlike any before.

One thing was becoming clear quickly: Pagran REALLY knew what he was doing. His tongue was working wonders on Wes, slurping along the outside and getting all over his entrance; then he was switching it up, attacking his clit along the top and then the sides; and then he plunged into Wes, licking along the insides of his vaginal walls. And then he repeated, never staying on one thing for too long, switching it up and keeping Wes unprepared and maximally pleasured. His taste was driving the bear into a lather as well - soft and mildly sweet and salty, almost a perfect delight for his senses. With his work giving him more of that, he kept at it, building it up and going harder and faster slowly but surely.

By contrast, Wes was as inexperienced as Pagran was experienced, but doing his best. He was licking up and down the bear's shaft, a slightly oily and musky sheen on it being lapped up by his tongue. The taste was slightly bitter and heavy, but not unpleasant. After the licking, he got a little bolder and started to suck, taking the first couple inches of the bear's cock into his mouth and slurping up and down a bit, giving him as much as he could manage. His hands went up to Pagran's nuts and started to fondle them more, fingers kneading the testes gently to get him even more riled.

The change in Pagran was sudden, and Wes wasn't prepared for it. Suddenly he bucked into the human's mouth, spearing his cocktip slightly into his throat; Wes's eyes widened, he tried to push away a bit on instinct but his head was on the ground already, there was nowhere to go. Before he could do anything, though, he felt Pagran shove his muzzle down, his tongue pushing deeper into his pussy and starting to rail away at it...and one of his fangs was catching his clit, jabbing it and sending a sting of pleasure through him on top of it. He bucked again, sending more of his dick into Wes's mouth, and this time he gave up and let it happen, ceding to the bear and letting him go to town.

Pagran had completely lost himself in lust; the thrill of sexual action, of being mentally pent up due to inability to handle his other parts, and the rush of hormones from his organs hitting an unprepared brain, had overwhelmed him completely. His tongue raked and lashed against Wes's cunt, eliciting more of those wonderful fluids, breath heaving over the human's taint, and his hips bucked into that tight maw with no mind to what Wes might be thinking of it.

It was rough, but Wes was in too much ecstasy to care. He took the powerful pumping into his throat, the stretch of his jaw as the shaft got thicker nearer the base. Soon he was feeling the furry sack thump against his face, lips meeting that sheath as Pagran began to hilt into him...but he was feeling what felt like a repeated, endless climax from all the action he was getting down below, and his head was spinning too much to care about the intrusion. He could feel something bubbling up inside him, it felt like a pressure waiting to blow…

And then it did, his eyes rolled back as his full orgasm hit. His body rocked as he felt the waves of euphoria rocking him, surging out over and over, fluids gushing into Pagran's eager maw. And seconds later, the Ursaring joined him, a muted growl the only warning as he felt a burst of cum shoot down his throat. The first shot was at full insertion, but then Pagran pulled up and spurted into Wes's mouth, giving him the full salty, musky taste of it...then he kept bucking, in and out, ensuring Wes couldn't swallow and forcing some to dribble out of his mouth. He soaked it all in at the same time - the insane pleasure, the taste, the stretch, the pure power of his Pokémon being used on him like never before…

It wasn't until Pagran had almost stopped shooting that he realized what had happened, and rapidly pulled out of Wes's mouth and pulled off of his snatch. “Shit! Wes, I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me! Are you all right?"

“Hoo...that was...wild…" Wes angled himself up slightly, smiling slightly wearily at Pagran. “I'm fine...I wasn't...expecting that, but...it was okay. You really made everything else feel so good, so I kind of just rode it out."

Pagran let out a relieved sigh. “Still...I mean, I was...intending you to go at your own pace...not force you that hard. If I had hurt you…"

“You didn't, though. It's fine."

“If you say so...but you can stop me if that happens again, you know you can snap me out of it, right?"

“I know. I also know that you still have a boner." Wes pointed to Pagran's still-stiff cock. “I guess it wants more, eh?"

“Rrr, yeah...that was fuckin' amazing, I...I felt like it was just so right, everything I felt with it…I guess it makes sense that I want to feel more."

“You're not the only one. So...why don't you go and do it already?"

Pagran's eyes widened a bit as he saw Wes spread himself wider again. “You're...sure about this?"

“Absolutely. After that first part...no way do I want to miss out on this. I mean, clearly I have no problem with you sticking something in there, right?"

“You handled it way better than I did, yeah. But...I already showed I'm not really in much control…I might not be able to hold myself back for long."

“Then don't. Enjoy your first time without worrying about that...we can take care of it later, if we have to. I know you're a big, strong bear, but you're not gonna hurt me."

Pagran couldn't even voice how strong the temptation was...it wasn't even about dominance and power, just the freedom to revel in the sensation of such a raw, wild fuck. “I...are you...really sure about this?"

Wes's smile turned devious. “Look, you can hem and haw all you want, but I've seen enough porn to know how to beg like a needy slut. And I KNOW you won't be able to resist that, if you make me go that far..."

“Wes…"

But Wes was adamant, and before Pagran could say anything more let out an exaggerated moan of need that was only partly for show. “Pagran, please, my pussy needs your cock so badly...stuff me full, pound me like your Pokémon whore, spear your cock in me as far as it goes and mark me with your seed, show me how much more you deserve that cock than I do!"

It worked like a charm. Pagran's paws pounded onto his arms, pinning him down underneath almost three hundred pounds of horny bear. His eyes were sharp, and his grin was as eager as Wes was. “Remember you asked for this...I'm gonna give you such a ride you'll never forget it, if you don't just give me your dick for good!"

Anything Wes was about to reply with was cut off in a blissful cry as Pagran rammed himself into the human. No holding back, just as Wes had suggested - he drove into the hilt in one go and didn't hold still for a moment, starting to pump hard and fast, working almost the entirety of that huge shaft into his needy trainer. And holy hell, did it feel incredible! It was a stretching and rubbing just like his throat had felt, but in an area where every square inch lit up with pleasure at the contact…Pagran's tongue had been good, but in a different way, this was so much thicker, so much more solid, and went so much deeper. The squall of pleasure from the oral treatment was returning with a vengeance, and he eagerly welcomed it.

And Pagran was feeling the heaven to the same degree, the tight cunt hugging his dick so wonderfully, so properly. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, not even like the earlier oral treatment, this felt somehow very different, and he loved it from the moment it hit his brain. Maybe it was just finally having that rightness on top of everything, but Wes's cunt was so PERFECT for his cock, squeezing it just right and having the most wonderful heat and wetness that made him feel mountains of pleasure with every thrust. It was a good thing he wasn't trying to hold himself back, because that would have been a lost cause in a second, the pleasure had already made him blank on everything but getting more of it.

Harder, deeper, the growls and cries in tandem ringing out the bliss the two felt more and more in their coupling. Their faces were right next to each other, Pagran getting lower to pound in harder...it seemed almost violent, but pain was a non-entity for Wes, it only felt better by the moment. Something about being taken so forcefully was really doing it for him, getting everything his Ursaring had to offer, taking the most visceral sensation possible to the very limit. Once again, faster than before, he felt that building pressure inside, and he did all he could to hurtle himself towards it, craving that sweet ecstasy once more.

It wasn't a long fuck, neither one was of the mindset to try to make it last. Soon, very soon, they reached their limits once more...this time it was Pagran finishing first, letting out a powerful roar as his seed blasted into Wes's depths, soaking him with potent masculine spunk and a scent that would no doubt linger for quite some time. And feeling that saturation inside him was the final trigger he needed to hit his own climax, crying out underneath that raging roar as he added to the mess, juices flowing and mingling with the Pokémon cum, the sticky mix seeping out around Pagran's cock as he humped back and forth, grinding and rutting all the pleasure he could out of their sexual frenzy. It was decidedly agreeable for Wes, keeping him on top for longer than before as that stimulation continued to probe at new sensitive spots within him.

Finally the crest of pleasure faded again, leaving both of them panting this time. Pagran rolled the two over onto their sides, staying lodged within Wes as they caught their breaths. “W-wow...that...was fantastic…"

“Agreed," Wes replied breathlessly, clinging to his furry partner. “For someone who has no experience with it...you're really good at using that thing."

“Hah...thanks. I'm glad you feel that way. Never thought of you as someone who...ah, would dig the wild side like that…"

“You bring out the best in me, buddy. I...the way you were the first time, it was kinda exciting...and sometimes you gotta get that stuff out of your system, right?"

“Maybe you're right...it might help a little bit, just to stop being so pent-up." Pagran rubbed his trainer's back; it hadn't escaped him that he was still rock hard and raring to go. “You think you're up for...trying to get it that way?"

“Yeah...what else are we gonna do out here? Not like there's any reason for us not to get the most out of it. We'll get you under control yet...but, it won't be too big a deal for me if it takes some time."

Pagran grinned as he rolled them back over, putting Wes on his back once more as he started rocking into the human all over again. He started off slower this time, trying to keep the pleasure from overtaking him fully, intent on a more moderate romp...but it wasn't long before the cacophony of the wild rutting was sailing through the forest once more, and there would be more like that going well into the night...

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When the two returned to Kurou the next day, the Alakazam couldn't help but raise and eyebrow. “Goodness...you two look well worn and messy."

“Aheh...we were...testing the goods," Pagran replied with a bit of embarrassment. A bit of morning wood had given them 'incentive' to have some more fun after waking up, rather than heading right to the Alakazam. At the very least, he was more under his own power now.

“More like putting them through their paces. You're far too worn for just one run."

“It was...a bit of adjustment. I kinda lost control at first...so we...practiced me getting some self-control over the feelings. That took a few, uh, repetitions."

“And then...well, once he had control...it was fun letting him let go of it again," Wes added, flushed beet-red.

Kurou rubbed his head. “I can tell...your emotions are quite intense."

“But...I guess we do have to return," Pagran added, a bit resigned. “I really did enjoy it...but probably for the best that we go back, and then I can think about a way of making it a more permanent transition."

“...I don't think you'll have to be thinking about that, actually." Both Wes and Pagran did a double-take, staring at Kurou blankly as the Alakazam shrugged. “You're set this way now. You're not going to revert."

“...What? You said...you said this was a temporary thing!"

“I did indeed. I also said that emotion flummoxes psychic alterations. Emotion and will are very close things, both capable of completely undoing a psychic change...or locking it in if the change is one they desire. I would say that your rather...extensive romping triggered an emotional rush that set you two in a new normal."

“Can you...undo it again?" Wes asked tentatively.

“It doesn't appear so. I alluded to reality being a web before, and parts we can't change like a stone. With you two, there's a solid mass that refuses to be touched. New normals can sometimes behave in such a way...I'm sure it's related to the influence of willpower and emotion associated with them."

Pagran stomped angrily on the ground. “Dammit! This is...I wanted to be able to stay like this, but not like this! Not...not taking it from someone else! There's gotta be something you can do! I don't want...I can't stick Wes with-"

“Pagran." Wes placed a gentle hand on Pagran's side. “It's okay. It's...unexpected. But...I'm okay with this."

“You...you are?"

“Yeah. I mean...you're clearly happier. And...you know...I think I might be, too. Weird as that sounds...I kinda found it odd that I didn't really have any problem with it at all, you know? I mean, I can't say I felt any particular, you know...want or need to be this way, but, I think my brain was totally cool with it. And since you liked it better that way…"

“Wow...I...don't really know what to say." It was pretty clear Pagran was only just hiding a much happier expression underneath the forced concern. “You really think you'll be okay with me having your dick?"

“Heh...well, it's not like I was using it when it was attached to me. And it's not like I won't get to use it now...I think I'll have it in me quite a lot going forward."

Now Pagran couldn't help but be all smiles. “You're right about that...I'll make sure I give you all the bliss you could ever want with it. Though it might be tough to keep up with you…"

“We'll just have to practice more then...or get you to learn how to wear me out." Wes turned to Kurou, also smiling. “Ah, thank you again...odd as this turned out, I think it all went really well. So...yeah. Thank you a lot for this."

Kurou gave a bow. “As long as you are satisfied in the end, my satisfaction is also complete. Go and enjoy yourselves."

“I think we'll do just that," Pagran agreed with a nod. The two turned away, walking together, arms around each other.

“Hey, Pagran? You remember what you said about Pokémon having a lot of variety? Even in the same species?"

“Yeah, of course. It's all over the place."

“You think I could try getting some...personal experience with that?"

The Ursaring let out a lecherous growl. “I think that could be arranged…"

Kurou chuckled a bit as he watched them head into the distance. Well...there's definitely one good thing about being above their heads verbally. Pretty hard to call me out on my bullshit when you can hardly understand it. Sure, they had set themselves in a new normal...but the reversal would have been a piece of cake, no different from what he had done before. That is, if they had really wanted it. But Kurou could sense their feelings before they even arrived the second time...neither of them desired a reversal, it was far easier to simply give them an excuse to think they had to stay that way. A little lie to make everyone happier, and none the wiser.

Funny, it is, how often that turns out to be the case...I suppose sometimes lies are the different reality that people want. And as long as they do...I'm more than happy to provide.