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He'd often heard that to get what you want, sacrifices have to be made. The bigger and more drastic your desire, the bigger the sacrifice, and sometimes you'll never be able to go back once you've made that sacrifice, so if you don't stick with it you'll lose it all.

Being a Pokémon, Sieg wasn't supposed to have to have that kind of pressure on him. But life was funny sometimes.

The Charmeleon was walking back to camp, fingers fidgeting with a glowing stone...a stone that would be life-changing, quite literally. It could make his dreams come true, but the cost...well, it was bound to be quite heavy. He didn't know how big it would be for sure, but what he was planning, there was no way there wouldn't be consequences.

Sieg had a pretty good life, even he would have said that. He was fit, healthy, and strong for his species, able to put up a superb fight against Pokémon that had every advantage over him. He had a caring trainer, Truma, a young man with a lot of ambition, who gave him lots of attention and praise and took good care of him. He was in fact Truma's only Pokémon, as Truma wanted a personal bond with his partner rather than just a team of fighters. They'd traveled all over, experiencing the highs and lows of life, seeing as much as he could imagine there was to see and more, battling foes and making friends wherever they went, and through it all had forged a bond that Sieg was sure was closer than nearly any other pair he'd ever met.

Yet, to him, there was one thing missing, and only one thing. He really wanted a son.?

It seemed odd to him that he was so invested in this. A lot of trained Pokémon didn't seem terribly invested in progeny, or at the very least in raising them themselves. Typically eggs were given to other trainers or raised by their own trainers for the most part, with the Pokémon who birthed them being less involved. But Sieg was different, he wanted to be a father, more than anything in the world, and he wanted to actively be a parent, not just have offspring that were sent off on their own without his involvement. He wanted a little boy he could care for, teach the ways of life, watch him grow and make him proud (truthfully, it didn't have to be a little boy, but his kind tended to have many more male offspring so that was what he was preparing for). It was his dream, and if it had just been that simple, without a doubt he could have easily fulfilled it.

But there was a rather big problem. Sieg didn't just want to make it with some random Pokémon, he wanted a mate who he felt was worthy, who he was close to and would feel truly happy giving his seed to to create the son he wanted. After a lot of soul-searching and frustration, he'd come to realize there was only one person he could accept for that role: Truma.

Obviously, this presented some problems. Since Truma was male, and a human, there was no chance of being able to successfully breed him. Not that he could even talk to his trainer about that sort of thing...as close as they were, Sieg knew how that would sound. He'd tried to put it out of his head, find a way to settle with a Pokémon, someone he could befriend and get out know...but it simply didn't work, he didn't feel that desire with them, that drive to act on natural impulses. They were all reserved for Truma, whether he liked it or not, and for sure he didn't.

He'd been lamenting this state of affairs for a while, in private, not letting on his stresses to Truma, though perhaps his trainer had noticed anyway because he was giving Sieg extra affection lately, trying to boost his mood. The poor guy didn't know he was making things worse, and Sieg wasn't about to tell him, so he put on a happy face and went along with it. But his unhappiness remained, bubbling just beneath the surface at what he wanted so badly but couldn't have.

And then, just a couple days ago, walking around by himself, that suddenly changed.

He'd met the Ditto before. A wild one, they'd run across each other on their travels a while back. He seemed like a devious little fellow, but he'd gotten along well enough with Sieg, and at some point during their meeting he'd expressed his desires for what he wanted. The Ditto had sympathized with him, and as they'd parted wished him luck, as if that would be of any help. Now, though, he had come around, looking for Sieg specifically. And he claimed to have the answer to his problems.

The power of transformation. All Ditto were instinctively capable of it, but some knew how to transfer it. He'd wowed Sieg with his stories of some of the things that his kind had done in the past, whether they were true or not, and the thought of what they could do had certainly set his mind alight. He hadn't even deigned to ask about something like that, it wouldn't have been right...but now the Ditto was offering him an opportunity of his own volition.

The stone in his hand was infused with the power of transformation from a Ditto, a very specific modification that would only perform one specific task. The Ditto had outlined the changes to him very specifically - it would reduce Truma's size and change his genitals to those of a female, though he would remain otherwise as he usually looked. He would be capable of breeding only with Pokémon, and the species would match that of the Pokémon who claimed him. Sieg would also be able to exert some control over Truma's body, affecting his lust and his fertility, and his mind, to affect his thoughts and desires, to ensure that he had the ability to create a child with him. It was the ultimate wish fulfillment, and Sieg could hardly believe that it was being offered to him.

But he wasn't a devious Ditto for nothing. The deal came with a caveat, what the Ditto called his payment. Two for one...every time Sieg would create an egg, Truma would be forced to produce two more...with other Pokémon. The change would ensure that he would become hot, needy, incapable of refusing the advance of any Pokémon, and Sieg's influence would be very limited until he'd fulfilled that contract. It was an odd payment, but the Ditto had strange tastes, and he wasn't about to question them. The Ditto had given him the stone, and the effect would be initiated by contact with the target - once to change, once to change back. Sieg only intended to use it that much.

As he approached their encampment now, excitement and anxiety clashed in his mind, a mixture of emotion that was hard to settle. He had a chance to make his greatest dream come true, create a child with the only one worthy of it...but to do so, he would force him into an extensive change and make him submit sexually to a variety of Pokémon. And worse, he knew he couldn't ask Truma, couldn't risk the chance of him turning Sieg down...he would have to force it to happen, change him against his will. Something like that could very well destroy what they had, make Truma abandon him and leave him on his own for good, a harsh payment for what Sieg wanted. He repeatedly questioned whether he wanted to do this...but each time, that one deepest wish came out ahead.

To have a child, he would be willing to sacrifice his life of comfort and his bond. If he could have it all, there would be no better, but there was a price he was prepared to pay.

“Hey there, Sieg...what kept you?" Truma's voice was teasing, he knew he wasn't going to get an answer nor did he have any need for one. They'd been together long enough to keep each other's privacy sacred. “I was just thinking about getting some food going, you feel up for that?"

Sieg paused. He didn't know whether he wanted to wait to enact his plan, or just get it done and over with. Catching Truma off-guard might be easier if he was otherwise occupied...but he really didn't want to wait, he wanted to get it over with. “I think I'm good for the moment," he said, stepping around to sit next to Truma.

“Okay, if you say so. I'll probably break out the dogs in a little bit then-"

“I'm sorry, Truma." Sieg clapped the stone to his trainer's bare leg, and immediately got a jolt out of him. The change started happening instantly - in a few short seconds, Truma started getting smaller, his body shrinking down more and more. His loosening clothes became hard to keep straight, his shorts and underwear falling off of him.

“What's going on? Sieg, what did you do?" Truma's voice was getting slightly higher, and was definitely tinged with fright. Sieg kept his composure, helping to disrobe him as he scrambled around, until he was totally naked. Now only slightly taller than Sieg and still shrinking, Truma was easily kept under physical control by the Charmeleon, who watched as his trainers cock and balls rapidly started to shrink and pull into his body. Truma yelped and tried to paw at them, but it was futile; he could only watch helplessly as they disappeared entirely.

And then they were replaced...Sieg felt his heartbeat increase as he saw a fold appear at his trainer's crotch, swelling and growing into a set of pussy lips. Truma was squirming and thrashing in his arms now, still shrinking but slower, as his body's organs reformed inside him, building a fertile egg factory. By the time the writhing inside him faded, he was his new size, barely three feet tall, and designed just how Sieg wanted him to be. Finally he let go, and Truma scrambled to his feet, shock and confusion written on his face. “What's going on? Wh-why is this...Sieg, what was that?"

“The key...to my dreams."

He didn't let Truma have a chance to figure out those words. With just a mental thought, he turned on the jets, ramping up Truma's lust and making him easily bred. Without warning, a wave of heat slammed through Truma's body, making him gasp out...his cunt started dripping wantonly, the intense need impossible to ignore. It was so strong that he fell backwards, furiously rubbing at his new organs for relief, relief that wouldn't come…

Another bit of focus from Sieg, and Truma's head was filled with thoughts of Sieg...his big cock, driving into his needy pussy, his strong body lording over him, making him feel like a true breeding bitch. Truma closed his eyes as the thought flooded him, building on his current state to make it such a desirable sight...when he opened them again, Sieg was standing over him, his hot cock jutting out of his slit, dripping with his natural fluids. “Gods...Sieg...please, fuck me, I need you so bad…"

Sieg nodded. He could hear the need in the human's voice, and the strain, almost like it wasn't him talking. Which was true in a way...it was Sieg's desires speaking through him. It wasn't out of disrespect that he had done this to Truma...it almost felt a bit wrong to make him seem so submissive. But Sieg had felt it necessary, he had a deep-seated urge, a primal need to feel like a powerful, dominant alpha when it came to sex, and that was just how he needed Truma to be to fulfill that role.

He dropped himself down onto the shrunken human, arms pinning him to the ground. It took only a moment for him to line his cock up with that desperate hole, and the moment he did he stabbed in with all his might. Sieg had himself buried fully in in a single thrust, and it elicited nothing less than a chorus of ecstasy from Truma. He snarled loudly, it felt so good to have his cock in a tight hole again, and even better, with purpose. He started driving in hard, feeling his need overcome him.

To Truma it was unlike anything he ever could have imagined. Never having these organs before, he had no concept of the pleasure they could give him, and now he was feeling that on overload. Just the mere presence of the cock was sating the ferocious lust that Sieg had inflicted on him, and the sensation of being spread on such a large (to him) tool, not to mention the overpowering heat...it was all crashing together like a series of tsunamis, and all he could do was be buffeted by it. Trembling fingers clutched at the scaled hide, trying to almost draw Sieg further into him...in his fogged, imposed mind, nothing had ever looked remotely as attractive as the reptile above him, nothing nearly so perfect for his new pussy to take.

Sieg didn't need any such control - Truma had always been desirable to him, but in this shape and size, with his aggressive lusts at full boil, he would have turned down a thousand females in heat for even a glance. His toe claws tore through the ground as he drove harder inside, trying to raise his heat and pleasure Truma even more, get him perfectly primed for egging. The Ditto had promised he would produce quickly, just like Dittos could...and he couldn't say that he wasn't a bit impatient, as long as he had been waiting, to be this close was pushing him beyond the limits of his self-control.

The thrusts looked violent, felt almost violent, and yet were engaging nothing but utter bliss in Truma. His heart pounded as the blazing heat coursed through him, carrying a ferocious euphoria with it. He was seeing stars, feeling more than just his own stimulation...no, there was more, his mind was alight with the ecstasy from Sieg as well, the Charmeleon's mental link leaking potent scenes of happiness and want that could only exist as aetheric wisps of thought that his brain was eagerly sucking in. It was all too much...before he knew what was happening, a climax like none he'd ever imagined ripped through him, soaking Sieg's barraging shaft and clasping around it with vigorous spasms.

There was nothing more that could have been done to make it better for the Charmeleon. Those contractions around his dick send him sailing towards the finale...and then he hit it, snarling as he slammed himself in as deep as possible, spewing white-hot cum deep into that fertile new womb. Truma cried out as the heat pierced him in a way he never could have imagined, burning but also sating that burn deep within him, that need for the male's seed to slake the thirst of his pussy. His orgasm continued unabated, the pulses timed with his clutching, forcing more and more seed inside his body. There was no question of the end result, the virile lizard had ensured no question about his partner's capacity...the impressive load quickly found its mark and set Truma on the path to giving Sieg the thing he had so longed for.

As much as he didn't want to remove himself from such a wonderful spot, Sieg didn't want to interfere with the process either...with a great effort, he pulled himself out, leaking a couple final shots onto Truma's pussy lips, coating his clit with burning spunk and making him moan quite loudly. He could feel his heart racing, almost see the heat wavering in the air as it radiated from his body...that had been perhaps a little bit more than he'd intended, but he took solace that Truma's pleasure had been pretty extreme.

Truma squirmed on the ground, he could feel the changes inside him as the generation continued unabated. Some part in the back of his mind knew what it was, but the thoughts couldn't quite coalesce properly...not like the mass that had formed inside his torso. It moved fast, the process sped along by the power of the magic affecting his body...he felt a different swell inside of him, a strain that started to force its way out, and he couldn't help but push. His cries come fast and quick, punctuated by gasps as he spread his legs, the egg rapidly slipping out from the abused hole and onto the ground.

Shit...that WAS fast. I'm glad I didn't stay in any longer than I did. Carefully Sieg knelt down and picked up the egg. He could feel the warmth in it already...though, it would take far longer to hatch than it did to lay. There was no shortcutting that part...not that he needed to. He had the egg, that was all that mattered, and he would protect it with his life. No matter what happened in the aftermath here, his dream was a significant step closer to being realized.

But it wasn't all over yet. He tried to go to Truma, but found his body paralyzed, unable to approach the human...whose heat seemed to be roaring to a return. And then some footfalls from nearby...a number of other Pokémon, drawn by the scent of fertile need. All eying Truma with a hunger, and not the kind sated with one's mouth. This was the part where Sieg didn't have control. Truma entered the second stage of the heat...and he wasn't allowed to touch, only watch as other Pokémon got their crack. For every one of his, they would get two...but theirs weren't guaranteed, the number of Pokémon would take their chances to get their eggs, and it might be several of them before he produced. He could only sit helplessly with his egg as the Pokémon crowded around Truma and brought him further away...yet, they clustered in such a way that Sieg had full view of what was happening. It couldn't have been accidental…

Truma found himself looking up through watery eyes at a Grovyle and Zangoose right off the bat, both stroking themselves. “Never bred a human before…" the Grovyle snickered rather harshly. “Wonder if they pump out young as strong as Pokémon do?"

“Only one way to find out," the Zangoose cracked. He was the first to get into position, settling between Truma's legs and driving his cock in hard. Truma gasped in pleasure as he felt his body stretch around the invader - Sieg's cock had already been pretty big for his body, and the Zangoose's was larger still. It lacked the same level of heat, but had barbs along its length that provided another unique kind of sensation...equally effective at soothing the heat within his loins. His moans and cries got louder by the moment as he was nailed hard and fast, and loved every second of it.

It didn't take long before the Zangoose yowled out his climax, pumping a thick load into the vulnerable human. It set off another orgasm through Truma, though not quite as wild as the previous one it still made him see stars and work over that cock, draining him of as much seed as he could. Yet, as the furry mon pulled out, he felt a distinct lack of activity...no success.

The disappointed Zangoose was quickly replaced by the Grovyle, who quickly slammed in and raced to a frantic pace from there. He was almost a blur, pumping in and out with blinding speed that almost caused the friction to raise a fire inside Truma once again. The lizard was smaller, packing a bit less than Sieg had, which was nonetheless enough to stretch him somewhat, and smooth unlike the Zangoose...but he gave off a stimulating sweet scent that filled his head and make him swim in pleasure. He was soon wrapping his arms around the leafy lizard, encouraging him to pick up the pace.

Soon the Grovyle hit the mark, too, spurting his thick load deep inside the human's body as Truma came yet again. It felt very nice, sticky and warming in a very enticing way, mingling perfectly with his own fluids. But it didn't trigger the egg to form, and so the Grovyle drew himself out to be replaced by the next contender, a Scyther. The mantis Pokémon's cock had an odd shape to it, the design only clear once he pounded it inside Truma - the thin ridges traveling parallel to the length felt like blades passing through him, almost a sharp sensation throughout his cunt as he was rapidly bred. His cries matched the Scyther's for pitch and volume almost perfectly, and were even starting to take on a similar scratchiness as the long period of ceaseless pleasure put a strain on him.

The Scyther was just as quick to finish as the others, a loud buzz ringing through the air from his wings as he unloaded into Truma, his sticky load stinging slightly as it pulsed inside him, but in a way that drove him even wilder and forced another climax out of him. It too failed to take, leaving the irritated insect grumbling as he extracted himself, one last cutting sensation rushing through him as he was emptied once more. It felt like he should have been full up after three loads, but there was virtually nothing coming out of him and no swell in his body. He couldn't really care, not while the heat was coursing through him and putting a need like no other in his body...three or three hundred, whatever it took to knock him up and soothe his pussy.

His next contender was significantly bigger - a Passimian, which quickly leapt on him and started drilling him even harder than the last several Pokémon. His sizable dick was stretching him out further, and he could smell an intoxicatingly powerful scent of maleness that almost oozed off of the primate Pokémon. It spoke of power and virility, tantalizing his mind with images of shooting out the creature's eggs to a degree none of the others had. His twat was tightening down rhythmically on the Passimian, almost desperate to draw out the virile load…it wasn't long before he was milking the thick seed out of it, drawing it into himself with a wild eagerness that spoke of his need and the insane pleasure he was feeling...his body his the peak once more, shaking and shuddering as another dose of ecstasy plunged through him. Yet even this worthy creature was denied...it was as if his body was reluctant to concede the heat, desired more of the bliss from what was happening.

The Passimian didn't seem all that bothered by his failure, all grins as he pulled out and was replaced. A Fraxure came next, plopping his stout body over Truma's and driving his knobby cock into those needy folds. The protrusions at the tip rubbed long lines of pleasure into the human's cunt, drawing cries out anew from Truma. Small fingers clutched the grass underneath him as he took yet another rough pounding, the mewling dragon above him slower and yet ever more forceful than most of his predecessors.

Watching all of them take turns with Truma...Sieg didn't expect that he would find it so arousing, so enticing, but he did. His free claw stroked his own cock, spreading droplets of hot pre all over, as he watched the scene with nearly unblinking eyes, boring it into his brain for later. His felt a grin come to his face as another Pokémon made its appearance, just as Truma and the Fraxure reached a mutual crest of pleasure...the thick load pumping into the human might not do the trick this time, but Sieg had no question the next one would be successful.

Yet another round ended fruitlessly for Truma, even the dragon's virile load not changing his body's mind...the heat felt almost worse than before, the need greater than ever, he would have given almost anything to be bred at this point. Even after half a dozen cocks total he felt no exhaustion, no need for rest and no rest coming until his body was done. His heart skipped a beat at the shadow that dropped over him, a heavy, powerful purple body taking hold of him next, a gigantic barbed shaft aiming at his primed cunt. The Nidoking smirked and growled with an intense power, before driving himself in. Truma yowled out in heavenly delight as his cunt was raked by sharp spines, sending thunderbolts through him.

The beast above him was deliberate, his thrusts steady and incredibly strong, slapping against the human without remorse. His cock clawed at that passage, stimulating it in ways it had never felt before. Thick gushes of precum pumped into him...he could feel twinges as the chemicals worked their magic, already he was feeling strange sensations overcoming him, and the tone of his cries took on a different tenor. The onlooking crowd of waiting and unsuccessful Pokémon was giving off a chorus of grumbles and a couple whispered accusations of cheating, but there was nothing to be done for it, they could only watch as one of their two chances was snatched away by the king of males.

The orgasm that shot through Truma this time was almost as powerful as the one Sieg had given him, another sign of the inevitable success. He clutched to that massive cock as it worked him over thoroughly, begging physically for its load...and finally the Nidoking gave it up to him, pulsing him with his thick, intoxicating cream, a voluminous load that almost made him bulge, so thickly was he filled. And then he pulled out, and the aching heat turned inward, rapidly forming the egg his body so needed to produce...he shifted and writhed on the ground as it rapidly grew, solidified, and then started to impose on his body. His back arched, legs spreading wide on unbidden instinct as he pushed hard...the egg soon made its appearance, stretching his lips wide before it spilled onto the grass. With a growling laugh, the Nidoking took it up, smugly smirking at the jealous eyes of the other Pokémon. He cared not a bit for their discontent, simply rumbled off with his egg, with a wink towards Sieg which only turned the Charmeleon on more.

The heat returned with a vengeance for Truma, his need becoming once again evident in his pleading cries and fertile scent. Again the Pokémon took to him, redoubling their efforts to be the lucky mon to claim the human's last egg. Sieg watched intently as they came for him...a Grotle whose diminutive size masked a member almost equal to the Nidoking's in size...a Flygon whose textured dick got some of the loudest cries out of Truma apart from his own and the Nidoking's...A Quilava trying to match Sieg in flaming potency, coming up short in both pleasure and heat...A Heliolisk who appeared to be banking on a double-dose increasing his chances and his stimulating shocks to further work Truma's body into submission...it all got to be too much for the Charmeleon, who let out a long moan as he shot into the air, hot cum splattering over the ground and leaving steam to rise up in the air in front of him. Of all the things he'd expected from this, the last was to be getting off to seeing Truma get used like this...perhaps he'd feel guilty about it afterwards, but in the heat of the moment he couldn't.

With still no success, second turns were being taken, previously unsuccessful Pokémon trying once more to get Truma's body to yield to them. The human was fucked with virtually no downtime, body filled with cock after cock and not once desiring anything else, with the potency of the heat rising with each failed round, making him little more than a desperate wreck who would only have begged to be filled again with any vacancy. Not a single one of them failed to bring him to orgasm, the wondrous peak of pleasure that took the edge off the harsh use of his body...yet, the only true satisfaction would be the final egg.

Finally, after what felt like an age, the Grovyle taking his second turn let out a euphoric cry as he unleashed his load into that waiting pussy...the scent of males all around having primed him for a greater release than before, he was packing the human nice and full with his sticky semen. Truma came hard around him yet again, but his cries took on a different tone...immediately the Grovyle yanked himself out, his face lighting up in glee as he saw Truma’s body react just the right way. The needy human felt the heat turn inward again, the thickness solidifying into something much different, much more relieving...all he needed was a couple more pushes, he somehow was certain, and it would be over. And so he did, he pushed hard, and this time it was faster, the egg being released right into the Grovyle’s waiting arms. The giddy lizard was almost dancing with the egg, giving Truma a pat on his sticky stomach before bounding off. The others departed as well, some sulking and others shrugging it off. Soon it was once again just Sieg and Truma left behind.

With the heat gone, finally exhaustion had hit Truma; Sieg could see him laying on the ground, heaving hard, his body a lump of overtaxed flesh. It had taken a lot longer than the Charmeleon had expected...he only hoped that the pleasure of it might mitigate some of the blow at what had just happened to him, what Sieg had put him through. He lifted himself up and brought himself over to the human, the stone in his hand. “Thank you, Truma...I'm sorry about all this. Just a moment...I'll, um, get you changed back…" He held out the stone in a shaky hand, stretching it towards Truma.

“Wait…"

Sieg was slightly startled as Truma stayed his hand, preventing the stone from getting close. With some effort, the exhausted, altered human pulled himself to a sitting position, looking Sieg in the eyes for the first time in a good while. “Before...anything. I want to know...why."

Sieg swallowed hard; he'd been preparing himself to talk, knowing he'd probably have to explain himself, but it was still proving to be difficult. “Truma, I...I'm sorry, about this. It's just...I've been...uh, really wanting a child for a long time now. So bad it's been painful...it's just been this thing that I haven't been able to get out of my head. And there was only one person ever who I thought was a perfect mate to create them with, that was you. I know it was...extreme, what I caused to happen to get what I wanted…I know I...betrayed you, in a way..."

Truma seemed to stop attending, though. “You...you thought I was a perfect mate?"

Sieg nodded. “Were and are. There's no one in the world I would rather create an egg with...I couldn't stand the thought of settling for second-best. That's why...when I got offered the chance...it was hard, I didn't make the choice lightly...but I took it. I...I know you're probably upset...I wouldn't blame you for it...I just...I couldn't say no, to having my...my dream, finally..."

Truma said nothing for quite a bit, just looking between Sieg, the egg, and the ground. It was almost torture for the Charmeleon, he almost wished Truma would just yell or flip out or something to get on with it...but what he did instead surprised him: he reached for the egg in Sieg's arm. Warily, the Charmeleon let him take it, his nerves aflame - what was he planning? But far from his worst fears, Truma simply cradled the egg close, feeling its warmth on his body, warmth that seemed to radiate into him and ease him.

“Sieg...as weird as things went, I feel...really honored and touched that I'm the perfect one for you. I didn't know you felt that way about me...but I'm really glad that you do. I would...I would love to be your mate, for good."

Nothing could have rattled the Charmeleon more. He'd never dared to hope he would hear those words, certainly not after this. But… “Truma...I...that...it's not...I can't trust that it's you. I made thoughts appear in your head...your vision of me...that was my doing, you...there's no way you would…"

“And...why wouldn't I?" Truma's face bore a faint smile. “I've never been closer to anyone than I am with you. It was...maybe not something I would have suggested...but...I never would have seen anything wrong with it. We were already as near as mates anyway, without the, ah, physical aspect...and even then, I can't say I never thought about it. Almost proposed it to you when you were so down, thinking maybe you were...lacking in companionship. And...raising a little Pokémon kid, it's...a lot more attractive than I would have thought. Maybe partly because of how it happened…"

Sieg was shaking even more now. Could he really trust those words? But they sounded so genuine...not forced like his begging in the heat he'd created. Maybe his brain was looking for a way to believe it, as much as he wanted it...or maybe Truma really did care for him in that way. “You...you would really want that? Even after what I did?"

“Well, I can't say I won't find a way to get you back for springing it on me like this. But...yes, I really do want that. I think I've been wanting for someone to share something more with, too, and...you're probably the best mate I could imagine. And...well, I'm not going to say I totally understood, but I think making me feel way more pleasure than I could have thought possible makes up for the fact that you made me get gangbanged by almost a dozen Pokémon. At least a little."

“I'll make it up to you even more, I promise. Any way I can." He didn't even care that he was giving open-ended license for some pretty major retribution, Sieg would take anything if it mean Truma would really be his mate for all time and forgive him for this. “Hold still a moment, I'll get you changed back-"

Truma shook his head. “No, don't...I want to stay like this."

“R-really?"

A nod from the human. “Yeah, really. I...I want to be this way, to be the way that you were able to reach your dreams. It just...feels like the proper way to be your mate."

The sound of that was sweet temptation to Sieg. “You're fine with not having your dick back? With me controlling your arousal, your fertility, even your thoughts and feelings? With having other Pokémon put you at their mercy while I sit by and watch?"

“Y-yes...all of that, without question." Truma blushed deeply. “I could...I could feel your pleasure at the same time I was feeling mine, having them combined...it was unlike anything I've ever felt before. And there was just something so...satisfying about having that need quenched in such a powerful way...I don't know that I could ever be as happy going back to having a penis, or not having your control."

That hadn't been something Sieg had requested...maybe the devious Ditto was even more devious than he'd thought. Had he planned something like this? “I promise I won't abuse it. I want you as a mate, not a plaything...I want to make sure you're always happy. And if you're not, I'll find some way to fix things. Or at least make sure you get to have a cock back."

“I'm sure you will, and this doesn't mean I won't still get some payback for the suddenness of it. But, I think you'll have enough cock for the both of us, at least for quite some time. Mm...let's get back to the fire, I think we still have some hot dogs to eat."

Sieg was all smiles as he offered his claw to help Truma up. “After all this, you're thinking about eating?"

Cradling the egg in one arm, Truma let his Charmeleon raise him back up. “Hey, turns out pumping out three eggs works up an appetite. Maybe that's what I'll do, give you a taste of what that's like...if they can do it to me, you're probably even easier to change."

“I'll gladly take that if you wished it. It would be more than worth being your mate." The two walked together with their new creation, Sieg half-carrying the weary Truma, back to the firepit which was down to naught but smoking embers. Where they had been standing before, the stone laid on the ground, its glow fading as its purpose was fulfilled.