I’ve done a lot of things throughout my life. When I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I worked a job helping others! Sort of. Kinda. You’ll see. Helping show how compatible others are with other beings. Some people call that a dating site, but I take it a step farther!

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“Really? THAT thing?” The idea of having the pokemon of your dreams was something many wanted, and now it was Erakir’s turn. The moogle stood in front of a clear dome display where a proud charizard laid on the ground munching on fruit. “Are you sure you did that test right?”

An anthro horse with glasses and a lab coat pulled up a clipboard. “The bloodwork doesn’t lie, neither does the magic flowing in your body either. You’re compatible with that pokemon and…” The horse paused. “Huh, that’s strange…”

“Yeah, I knew there was an error.” The moogle huffed. He brushed his blue pompom out of the way while his wings curled behind him. “I should have like an umbreon or something like that. This charizard is so…just look at him!”

“His last trainer overleveled him so he believes he’s the strongest. Well, technically he is in his pack. He does quite a lot of mating and breeding and…” The horse paused, spotting the angry glare coming down from Erakir. “Nevermind. Anyway, you’re not compatible to be this pokemon’s trainer, but you have a compatibility to…be the charizard?”

“So I get to be a charizard?” Erakir raised a brow. He had heard of this program having some issues where people became pokemon, but upon hearing that the program’s signups went through the roof, not that it was hard to figure out why. A person who had a dream of becoming a pokemon was often the most compatible to become one. “But I still don’t really like charizards that much.” He swore he remembered something a long time ago about being a fire type pokemon, but that was just a dream, a hot dream that he wouldn’t mind experiencing again, but a dream nonetheless.

“Erm, no. See, you’re compatible with not just any charizard, but this one specifically, the body of this one. Your body is more than compatible being part of this charizard. No others. You don’t get to be your own individual one, not part of another one, this charizard at this location at this time of day, right in front of your eyes.”

“Can I retry this decision?”

“No.”

Erakir let out a soft sigh. The more he looked at this charizard the more annoyed he felt, yet at the same time he swore his body crept towards it and his heart raced. “Okay, fine. How about this, give me like…five minutes with this charizard. If it doesn’t work, then I’m just going to walk away and leave here.” He himself wasn’t even sure why he was offering to be near this pokemon in the first place. He did feel a natural attraction towards this creature, but based on his clear arrogance, there was no way he was ever going to enjoy being near him. Plus, based on the woman, she sounded as if he was going to be part of him, like merging with him, and that never happened with these pokemon matchups! At least, not that he heard of.

“If that’s what you desire.” The horse walked over to the door and opened it up for Erakir to step in. “Be my guest. By the way, the charizard is kind of a nymphomaniac bisexual, so…well, actually based on our compatibility results, that shouldn’t be an issue with you. Have fun!” The anthro horse shoved Erakir into the same chamber with the charizard before promptly locking the moogle and pokemon together.

“HEY!” Before the blue pompom moogle had the chance to protest, it was too late. There he was, locked in the same room with the clearly arrogant charizard. The moment he was thrust inside, he found his heart beating faster. He put his back to the door, however he found himself repeatedly backing up occasionally to that door for some bizarre reason he couldn’t explain. He had to look down to see it with his own eyes. His very feet were slowly being pulled towards this pokemon, as if the charizard had a magnetic field around him. “What the hell is going on?” Erakir turned to the door and slammed his paws on the metal exit. “Let me out!” It was as if he were in some sort of crazy experimentation room. He was trapped in a clear dome with this pokemon. It was only a matter of time before the charizard did something to him. Sure, Erakir had magic, but he had never used it against a pokemon before, let alone a powerful dragon-like one.

The charizards eyes slowly opened to face the moogle. With a grunt of interest, it stood up and dusted itself off. It’s large shaft throbbed and pulsed between its legs. The charizards size was huge, and as it looked at Erakir, it licked its lips hungrily. 

“Shit, shit, shit…I’m going to get fucked by a pokemon.” Erakir mumbled. He reached back and pulled out his book. He swiped the book open and waved to cast a spell of fire protection over his body. “Shell!” He shouted.
…
The moogle was pretty sure that there should have been something surrounding his body by now, a green aura of some sort, yet nothing happened. He knew the spell name, he knew the magic, yet…why did nothing happen?

Skkkkrtttt brrrzzzttt. The speakers overhead crackled to life. “The more you hang around this charizard, the more your body will realize how right it is. You might find yourself forgetting a lot about your moogle life and your body won’t want to cast spells to protect yourself from this pokemon or harm it. Why would a cock harm its owner or know any magic for that matter?” A familiar equine voice spoke.

Erakir shook his head. He was born and raised a magical moogle, not some ridiculous hunk of charizard cock. He didn’t even speak pokemon! The charizard continued to approach him slowly and carefully as Erakir tried to keep his defenses raised, yet without magic, the moogle had few options. It wasn’t as if his kind was known for their strength. “I’m not…I’m not afraid to defend myself!” He warned. However, his gaze was hardly toward the charizards face, but at his crotch. Erakir couldn’t get his eyes off that thick cock and those swaying balls. Why did he feel a…connection with them? As if seeing a long lost friend he had entirely forgotten about.

The moogle slowly lowered his defenses, though his breathing was still fast and hard with his heart pounding nearly out of his chest. He sensed the charizard hardly wanted to hurt him, although the words of that horse still confused him. He looked down at that charizards cock and slowly walked over to it, watching as the pokemon spread his legs while looking down at him with a grin, as if not only anticipating Erakir’s moves, but encouraging them. He placed a furry hand on the charizards body and was immediately met with a warm feeling as if sitting by a fire. ‘Duh, fire types are hot, but still this one is… why is he behaving like this? It’s like he knows where I belong too, but I don’t belong between his legs! I’m a moogle, born and…raised?’ It was funny. Erakir never questioned his past before. It’s natural for one to forget how they grew up, yet as Erakir tried to remember his childhood days, he came up with a shocking discovery.
He knew none of it.

The charizard kept his legs spread. He sat down with a big smile and a soft, but satisfied growl down at the moogle.

Now, that shaft was closer than ever. Erakir reached down and touched it softly. As he grasped it, he began to ponder just what the heck he was doing. He was in this chamber holding onto the cock of a pokemon he knew since… He raised his head and spotted the charizard’s blue eyes looking down at him with a huge grin. Holding onto this cock gave him a rush of memories he never knew he had. He… he was always a moogle, wasn’t he? His wings folded inward with uncertainty. ‘Right. My wings. I can just… I can fly out of here!’ He thought to himself, yet his body was frozen right in front of that big fiery hot sexy dragon beast.

Erakir tried jumping upwards, but to no avail. “What?” He turned his head and spotted nothing before he recalled that seeing his wings by turning his head alone never worked well. He reached back and felt nothing except the fur on his back. ‘Where are my wings?’ He suddenly felt the charizards big sharp claws touch him and stroke his body softly, as if petting a delicate animal.
*Wings? Did I forget them? No, but you should never have had them.*

With no magic and wings to get him out of this situation, he had little idea how he was going to escape this big huge dragon-like creature. The charizard wasn’t even holding him hostage, or even being threatening to him. If anything, this big huge fiery lizard was almost comforting him. The charizard suddenly pulled Erakir in close, holding the moogle’s head to his chest. Erakir’s ear flickered upward as it landed against him, and he heard the faint beating of the charizard’s heart.
Thump thump. Thump thump.

Why did this sound so familiar? He lowered one hand to his chest and closed his eyes as he took in the heat of the pokemon, and the sounds of his heart.
Thump thump. Thump thump.
It felt as if time itself slowed as he heard the pokemon. It was as if hearing the beating of his mother’s heart. His mom was…a pokemon, wasn’t it? But he was a pureblood moogle, so that couldn’t have been right. Did he even have a mom? He was given the gift of life, but how and from what? These questions he should have been able to answer, questions he swore he knew, yet the more he was around this creature, this… no, this pokemon wasn’t a master. Still, there was a connection between the two, he just didn’t know how.

As he heard the beating of the charizard’s heart, he slowly came to a realization as his paw clutched his chest. The timing of their beatings were the exact same, in perfect unison. He told himself that it was just a crazy coincidence, or that he wasn’t quite accurate in the timings, yet the more he heard it, the more he felt his and the pokemon’s, the more true it sounded. “This can’t be right…I really can’t be this pokemon’s cock. I’m a…I’m a moogle! I’ve always been one since I can remember!”

“And how much CAN you remember?” A voice spoke out, a familiar voice overhead. Erakir’s ears lowered. He pushed himself away from the pokemon, knowing too well that the voice was screwing with his head. He couldn’t remember what he couldn’t remember! He tried to think about his parents, his moogle parents, yet nothing came to mind. He remembered something about this charizard, and then… he went about his life as a magical moogle. “Did we have a connection before?” He pondered. For some reason, the more he thought about this pokemon, the more he remembered the times the pokemon was a charmander. Erakir was with him during that time, but not as a moogle, but as… something else. Now the two of them were fully grown, as if meeting after so many long lost years, and Erakir was ready to go back to where he belonged. He could almost feel his ass widen, yearning for that cock to go inside of him so he could begin the process…the process to go back to where he belonged, back home. “No, I was something else!” He found his body turning around to face the charizard and his pants dropping. He held onto his jacket and signature scarf though. No, he lost his wings, but he wasn’t losing anything else!

Before Erakir had a chance to protest, physically or mentally for that matter, the charizard suddenly impaled him with that cock, thrusting deep into his ass, and he felt his body welcoming that thing! His rear opened up just enough for the entire length of that shaft to pulsate through his entire body, and when it was fully inside of him, he clamped down onto it for dear life. “Ahn! Let go!” Yet the charizard wasn’t even holding onto him. It took him a moment to realize the charizard didn’t move to him, no. He thrust himself on the charizard’s dick! He forced it on himself. The pokemon wasn’t doing anything but clearly looking up in bliss, enjoying the sensation of a small moogle like himself fucking that shaft.

Erakir’s arms reached back and grabbed onto the charizards scaly body. His mind screamed at him to pull free, to get off of that huge shaft impaling him, yet his body refused to cooperate. No, his body knew what was right, even if he didn’t. Having little choice, he instead reached downwards to that shaft and tried to find where his ass and the cock of that beast met, only to find once he did find the base of the charizard’s cock, that his ass had no hole to expand. The merging had already begun! “No!” He stammered. “I’m not a cock! I’m a…I’m a moogle!”

“What were you before you were a moogle?” The voice called out. “You know you were something else.”

Erakir tried to think back, still drawing nearly a blank. He recognized this charizard back when they were so much younger, but he couldn’t recall what he was. The charmander was so much taller than he was back in the day, but that shouldn’t have been possible. The only vantage point he got was… “From between his legs…” He muttered softly. Though cocks shouldn’t be able to see or hear. Thinking was… debatable, since few ever asked what a dick would think about when it could only talk by shooting cum.

“I’m…feeling so hot.” Erakir muttered. “My head…get out of there!” He gripped the sides of his ears and clenched his teeth. He may…maybe he had been this pokemon’s cock before, but not again! Moreover, who the heck was it that gave him a form if he used to be this pokemon’s dick? Pokemon sexes don’t just become moogles! Nothing seemed to make sense and ‘magic’ being the only answer hardly sounded right!

“Your body is just trying to remind you of what you are, and what you’re meant to be. You need to give into it. Maybe the charizard needs a mate for you to see.”

The charizard… Erakir felt that connection with him, more than just between his ass and that shaft, but something so much greater. Heat radiated throughout his body as he pulsed and throbbed. He continued to deny himself from being a cock, but the thought of thrusting in and out of something, cumming into something, or even just a quickie with a masturbation session sounded so hot, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. He placed his big paws onto the pokemon’s balls and tried pushing himself off, only to moan lightly as it felt as if his own balls were being massaged by a set of tiny feet, his own. The charizard reached around and gave Erakir a hug before letting out a soft happy growl. 
“You’re not supposed to enjoy this, you perverted pokemon!” Yet the moogle couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it too.

His body felt so hot, pulsing and throbbing so hard and heavy. His ears flickered at the sound of the door opening and closing, but he hardly paid attention to it. He smelled the scent of the charizard, a smell coming from him now as the two fused more and more by the second. His eyes rolled up at the pokemon, finding it so hard to focus on anything. “Stop… being… so damn aroused.”

The charizard opened his mouth again, letting out a soft roar. While the noise was something he couldn’t comprehend, he somehow understood what the pokemon was saying, as if the two had a deeper connection than the physical one formed between his ass, and the pokemon’s cock. “You… what? You don’t listen to your cock?” That… no, he was this pokemon’s cock before, but he wasn’t going to go back to being one again!
Although one thing that still didn’t make sense. If he was this pokemon’s cock before, what separated him? What removed his memories of ever belonging to this creature? Things still weren’t adding up. He remembered being a pulsing throbbing stick of meat between this creature’s legs before. His mother and father? No, cocks didn’t have parents. Still, how did he come into existence? 

Slowly, Erakir raised his head and spotted another charizard, this one looked identical to the first, except with the slit between its legs, clearly a female. “You’ve got to be kidding…” He mumbled. He was already smaller than both of these pokemon, yet he knew what this charizard wanted to do with him, and to this female one. He tried raising his hands up in denial, only to realize that his entire arms were gone, vanished inside of his body. He was so lost in thoughts about his cock life that he didn’t even notice! ‘I’ve been without arms before for so long I guess I just didn’t notice they vanished…’ He thought, going back to the days when he was nothing but swinging between this pokemon’s legs, now more firmly planted into his head. Yes, it made sense the two formed a connection, but that didn’t mean he wanted to turn back into a thick…throbbing…beautifully huge cock that could fuck any pokemon pregnant. He swore he had the taste of cum on his lips, and blamed the big beast. “Control yourself!” He wasn’t sure if he was yelling at the charizard, or himself.

The two pokemon approached each other with their eyes locked on one another. Erakir raised his head trembling. His clothing was ripping and tearing underneath him, though his signature scarf stayed wrapped around him surprisingly well. “You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do?” With what link they had though, his body damn well knew what this pokemon was about to do, and what he was about to experience. A sensation of which was so alien, yet so familiar. Tight, warm, damp places one day, and with a hand or paw the next. ‘Why do I remember days where I’m also so needy and…I never got release? This…I’m not a cock! Maybe I Was a cock before, but I’m not one now!’ Yet as the two creatures pressed up against each other, Erakir found his head pressed tightly against the crotch of the female dragon-like creature, inches away from those nether lips.

Erakir had barely noticed his body shrinking this whole time either. Yes, his clothes was ill fitting, though his jacket and scarf stayed on him. Moreover, he was so… warm, and pulsing. He didn’t even notice the cock inside of his rear anymore, primarily because his rear wasn’t even there, he was simply…attached to the charizard now. At the base of the cock, there wasn’t even a sign that there was once a moogle, just a dark orange cock with veins that crawled up a body that had a furry head and shoulders at the end. “I’m not…I’m not a cock!” He yelled, his final words before the charizard that owned him plunged him into darkness, into the deep nether folds of the female charizard. Heat surrounded him from all sides, a warm fiery sensation that was also slick and wet, gripping him tightly as he throbbed with such intense heat in return. It was clear the charizard didn’t care about his opinion. He was nothing more than a thing, a dick attached to him, that’s what he was, that’s what he was meant to be, and his body was more than willing to accept it. His scarf fluttered off his body along with his jacket while he was shoved into the charizard’s cunt. He parted his mouth to shout in protest, but only managed to unleash a soft moan as he closed his eyes.

With each thrust, Erakir felt himself lose more and more of his moogle body. His mind clung firmly onto him and the fact that he was a moogle. Maybe his fur was vanishing from his body and changing into a rigid shaft fucking a female pokemon, and maybe those huge balls bouncing between the charizards legs filling with cum was a sensation he felt that gave him so much pleasure, yet he was a moogle through and through! He couldn’t open his eyes, nor could he close his mouth though as he continued changing, becoming nothing more than a meatstick deep inside that female charizard, all while pressure built in his body, a pressure that he swore he had never felt before, but at the same time he knew exactly what it meant. He found himself unable to speak, yet it felt…right that cocks shouldn’t be able to talk. It wasn’t as if the charizard was ever listening to him anyway! He could tell how this pokemon felt based on how strong the pulses through his body were, and based on what he was going through now, that pokemon was experiencing some very good sex, making Erakir feel just as good in return! ‘Wait…Erakir?’ Did cocks even have names? Moogles did…and he was a moogle. Rather, he kept telling himself that he was a moogle. Sure, he dangled between a pokemon’s legs and was currently now fucking one other creature right now, humping and pumping them not as a pokemon himself, but as a part of one with veins alongside his body and cum churning deep down, begging for release, but he was a moogle! That’s just…how moogles behaved.

With one deep thrust and unable to hold anything back even if he tried, Erakir’s propped open ‘mouth’ unleashed a load of seed, pumping wave after wave of cum from those scaly balls the charizard possessed, deep into the female one. He tasted the hot sweet cum that left his maw, pushing it deep into the other pokemon. His mind went blank as his body merely just…did what it was naturally supposed to do, what a cock was always meant to do. He came and came, no longer a moogle, but merely part of a pokemon, a living cock. Yes, this was what he was, this was what he was meant to be.
It wasn’t until after the orgasm that he tried to deny what he was, yet the line blurred between what he once was, and what he is now. He was…a furry creature before. He was a cock once, a furry magical creature for a few years, and then back to a cock once more. He wasn’t sure what that furry creature was. He was pretty sure there was a scarf that it wore, along with wings that people forgot all too much and a pompom, but the creature he thought of sounded as if it shouldn’t exist. Why was cock even thinking anyways? Cocks didn’t think, cocks were just things meant to fuck and cum. Whether that was cumming in a cunt, ass, the paws of a creature, or even a simple quickie, his job was to orgasm when that charizard was aroused enough.
‘No…that’s not who I am…but…what…I…Uh…’ He paused as it became hard to think. His body slowly grew flaccid, removing itself from the female pokemon and being met with a cold gust of wind. Being coated in various things didn’t help keep him warm despite being attached to a fire pokemon.
‘I’m a cock, but I wasn’t…I was something else. Why can’t I remember? Was a girl thing? That M creature…that furry white M creature…those can’t be real, they’re too silly to be real. But if they don’t exist, what was I when I wasn’t a cock?’

After that cold breeze sensation, Erakir was met with feeling nothing outside of pulsing and throbbing. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear, he could taste, and all that he tasted was the sweet cum on his ‘lips’, and all he smelled was the faint scent of the charizard, a scent that now radiated from him. In addition, he felt so wet and cold. This…this was what his body wanted? This was what he was? He found it so hard to accept. This was what his life was going to be like now though, wasn’t it? The life of being a cock of a pokemon, having no control of what that creature did or thought, but merely serving as a way to impregnate other creatures or merely cum. He… he hated it! He wanted to be stroked and fondled and soothed, all before realizing that these are the things that a dick would want to feel!

Erakir tried to think about other things, things that he desired before becoming something between a pokemon’s legs, yet he was incapable of thinking of anything. He knew his body shrank down substantially, he must have been less than a foot tall, yet his mind shouldn’t have changed that much either! ‘I swear I have the mind of a dick. But…I was born as one too wasn’t I. Then, I become a…uh…no…did I ever become anything?’ He paused in thought briefly as he felt the thigh of a scaly creature brush up against him, causing his body to softly throb in response. Fuck, it felt good to be touched, and it was so easy to lose track of everything at that sensation. He knew there was magic…
And that had to explain it all!

A m…a M…whatever the hell he used to be, probably some imaginary creature of sorts, that had to be something created with magic. Magic explained how a cock had sentience, magic explained how he was something else temporary, a creature that surely didn’t exist, and that also explained why his body was so naturally attracted to this charizard! No amount of magic could deny what his body once was and was meant to be! Yes, he was a cock, he was born a cock, raised a cock, changed into a fantasy creature temporarily, and now here he was, back home. He could feel himself grow excited over how he figured this out, or maybe it was the set of fluffy paws rubbing against him, it was hard to say since cocks didn’t normally think.

Erakir realized that was another thing different about him. Shafts never thought at all. They got hard, they orgasmed, and they got soft again. There was no need to ever think about anything. In fact, why was he thinking at all? He mentally cursed himself for having this ability, it made time passing by as someone’s dick so much longer. How long had it even been? He had no track of time. All he knew was that he was pulsing and throbbing harder, growing more and more firm as soft paws stroked his body. He wondered if this happened to him as that one form he held when he wasn’t between this charizard’s legs, but he doubted it. Whatever he was, it must have been ugly. No, he was a huge fan of being this. No need to think, no need to act, just fuck, cum, and repeat. He soon felt the familiar pressure build in his body from the intense pleasure he was getting. Yes, this was the life. He felt sorry for all of those cocks that never got any attention and never could orgasm. Here he was on a big egotistical…
No.
It didn’t matter who he was part of. He could have been the dick of a pokemon, that magical creature, or even that herm horse who he still had a vague memory of. So long as they masturbated or orgasmed, that’s all that mattered to him, and nothing else. Not even that name mattered anymore. ‘Eric’ or whatever his name once was. He pointed upwards and soon unleashed his seed, sputtering onto the fluffy paws that were stroking him so lovingly and wonderfully, eager for the next time he’d be able to orgasm once more.

Some time later…

A familiar herm horse walked up to a habitat where there was a male charizard and a clearly pregnant female one, ready to lay an egg at any day now. With her, there was also a male fox wearing a maid outfit and a big blush on his face. “Really? THAT thing? Are you sure you did that test right?”

“The bloodwork doesn’t lie, neither does the magic flowing in your body either. You’re compatible with that female charizard.” The horse said with a smile. “And what’s more, and bizarre I might add, you’re actually compatible not to be the partner of that charizard, or to be a charizard, but to be her cunt. Her vaginal lips, her womb, basically her entire vagina, and at quite an interesting time too. As you can see, she’s heavily pregnant. Both her and the male charizard do a lot of sex. If I were that charizard’s dick, I would have lost whatever mental capacity I had weeks ago.”

The fox raised a brow at that comment. “Cocks don’t think.” He replied before looking back at the two pokemon. “Still… I don’t believe I’m supposed to be that charizard’s vagina. No way.” He couldn’t deny that there was a…magnetic pull towards her though. He had to pick up his feet and step back a few times as he was seemingly pulled closer to the pokemon.

“Well…” The equine opened up the enclosure with a smile. “How about you just go meet her? I’m sure you and that charizard will become… very closely attached. Who knows, you might meet an old friend after you’ve finished.”
