like 2 days ago (as of time of writing) i was jerking off
and i was looking at a drawing of Jirachi and it got me
down a ridiculous hornyspiral that i keep on thinking about
that third eye (which is apparently referred to as the 'true eye')
that Jirachis have in their belly.

what a wonderful fuckhole that would be.

shoving a massive, barbed feline cock right into that chibi fucker's body,
penetrating right through the eyeball, coating the shaft in
eyeball goo as you shove in and out.
i picture eyeballs being firm jelly on the outside,
with strange eyeball juice inside, so i can just *feel*
the splooh that would come out as the eyeball pops open for a hungry dick.

i wonder what that jirachi would see as their belly eyesocket is
ravaged by cock? i like the idea of the eye, confused, broken,
still trying to send signals to the brain. broken, distorted blotches
of light fading in and out. i hope the jirachi is *terrified*.
their face against someone's belly as they *SCREAM*, crying out
in utter terror the likes of which they have never felt before,
the fear of a disempowered god being *ruined*, the pain and the
smell of leaking eyeball fluid...

of course, penetrating through and leaking some liquid isn't enough.
you would *have* to thrust as *fast as you can*, until you're just a blur,
and the jirachi's blood-curdling screams only make you harder,
only make you thrust faster, until you unleash a torrent of cum
into the broken remains of a deity's eye, and you *just keep going*,
not even stopping for a second, and you can feel the liquid dripping down
and you can feel the jelly mashed against your barbed tyrant penis
and you _*KEEP GOING!*_

eventually the jirachi's tummy eye is destroyed to the point that
it can no longer transmit signals to the brain, but obviously that
doesn't make it any less *FUCKABLE*, and you _*FUCK THAT EYE SOCKET*_
until the eyejelly has all ungracefully fallen out onto the floor, and
all that remains is an empty socket dripping with cum
and a *terrified, sobbing wreck of a jirachi*.
out of its two remaining eyes streaming a never-ending
torrent of tears, and the wailing and the screaming sound like
_music_, and it makes you want to *hurt* this supposedly god-like creature
*even more*. to absolutely ruin them.

you can feel the *horror* in their soul when you pick them up again,
carefully placing your barbed cock on their soft, wet face,
deciding which remaining beady, crying, pleading eyes should be taken out first.
it doesn't matter, obviously.

if only i could think of a way for those screams to be *gargled*...
imagine that. choking on air, bubbly throat convulsions as they
yell for help that will never come. raw screams just don't have the
same *harm* factor. but jirachi's two remaining eyes would probably
be so small that they'd be destroyed _instantly_, by one enthusiastic
forcible thrust. maybe it would *pop*. loudly. and if you were big enough
to fuck the tummy eyehole, imagine the cracking of bone as you
force your penis through.

maybe the screams would be so loud, the jirachi's throat would bleed.
which means garged, desperate, bloody screams eminating from the
cute creature. perfect! and maybe you could rub against the jirachi's one remaining
functional eye, placing a paw, or even a claw against it as you rail
the other side of the jirachi's face...

i don't know if the jirachi could still cry tears if their eye socket
and eyeball were destroyed, but they could definitely feel cum and blood
streaming down their face. and they could definitely *wail*! scream and wail
until their throat bleeds! making it so much harder to *beg*, each breath
and each vocalisation feeling like a knife lodging itself deep into their neck.
and being in so much pain, their body wouldn't be able to stop screaming,
and they would try *so hard* to stay quiet, to stop just a little bit of their pain,
but every thrust causing a _liiiitle_ bit more bone fracture would ruin them.

and then pulling out of the jirachi, some cum-drenched eyeball jelly hangs on to the
eye socket by a thread, and without warning you *yank it out*, causing yet another
spiral of terrible, loud screaming, blood starting to spatter out of their mouth,
their remaining usable eye begging you for *mercy*. for *help*. *forgiveness*
for whatever terrible thing, they could barely think, they don't know,
that they must have done to deserve this.
but there is no forgiveness, because there is nothing to forgive except
for being _too cute_, _too tempting_.

and the penis looms over the last eye. the battering ram eager to
finally destroy the jirachi's vision for good. and the jirachi stares,
knowing it would never see again, this is it, the end, unless by some
miracle you show _*mercy*_, which of course would never happen,
and with one last juicy *pop*, a few sickening *cracks*, and some
gasping, coughing shrieks, the last flickers of light blink out
and the jirachi is left in eternal darkness.

imagine the beautiful sound of its gurgled, coughing, *ugly*, screaming wails,
as it smells the stench of ferocity and malice. maybe it hopes that now,
after it has been completely blinded, its skull fractured, traumatised forever,
it could just be *alone*, to _*sob helplessly*_ for thousands and thousands of years.
absolutely foolish.

and when the last bit of eyeball jelly plops onto the floor, eye socket unplugged
and dripping cum, leaving the jirachi just _there_, absolutely wrecked, 
making strange noises interspersed with whining, eye sockets replaced by
dark voids, it's time for jirachi to _have a little snack_. just to be _*nice*_.

it doesn't need to be told what it's about to eat. all collected in a doggy bowl,
the torn fragments of eyeball jelly sit in a pile, waiting for jirachi to munch them down.
even after all this time, it *tries to refuse*, it sits motionless, whimpering.
of course this little fucker needs to be *forced*.

bloody puke spills out of the jirachi's mouth before the first bit of jelly reaches its mouth.
it seems like it's given your meal for it a little salad dressing! <3

every bit of eyeball you try to force down this little bitch's mouth results in more puke.
eventually the jirachi is basically just coughing blood. but it doesn't matter how much this
dipshit body tries to resist, every fucking thing in that bowl is getting eaten.
maybe the jirachi decides it will _try to be Good_. obedient. for just a tiny bit of mercy,
of peace, of comfort. it sobs as it feels around for a piece of eyeball, and against
its whole body's protests, the jirachi swallows it down.

there would still not be any mercy. you make it _shovel_ it in,
chewing it like gum before swallowing it down, until the bowl is clean.
the jirachi has eaten its own eyeballs.

... would it now be over? *please?*

this shitty excuse for a 'deity' would never be at peace again.
because *there are still three wishes to make*.
three chances to make this adorable little cunt's infinite life *miserable*.

wish 1. the jirachi's immortal body will forever, incurably, unendingly, be ravaged by
the worst diseases and the worst problems imaginable. there will never be
any relief or help, just a ruined body rampaged by cancer, heart failure, seizures,
strokes, chronic *everything* and whatever other terribe things exist under the sun.
no injuries will ever heal, and they will never sleep a fucking wink ever again.

oh, if the jirachi could talk... how it would *beg*, _*plead*_ for
anything else, for *death*, please just kill it, have *mercy!!!!*,
but it can't, so it just *SCREAMS*, *WAILS*, _*SOBS IN UNENDING DESPAIR*_,
until, shivering, it grants the first wish.

oh boy, does it feel the effects *immediately*! for the first time
in a long while, with a small "_eep!_", the jirachi is silent.
feeling everything take over its body, completely speechless,
almost in awe of _how bad one body could feel, how terribly one wish
could fuck it up_.

and then the jirachi collapses of a heart attack. and lying on the ground helpless,
as an extra bonus, it coughs up a viscous, pitch black liquid all over its face.
some bloody diarrhoea suddenly splurts out of the jirachi's ass.

wish 2. every single being the jirachi will ever meet, *ever again*, will *hurt* it,
filed with a murderous hate and malicious lust, determined to *ruin* it
even more than it already is. it will _never_ have anybody care about it
again, except to make sure that you are in as much pain and suffering as possible,
except: (see wish 3)

and the jirachi squeaks in protest at this, still going through cardiac arrest.

wish 3. anybody you (ie jirachi) have *ever* loved, or vice versa, if they _ever see you again_,
will then be subject to these same three wishes,
and they will be trapped alongside you forever. you will never be more than a kilometer
away from them for the rest of eternity. this is the only way you will ever
interact with anybody who, *maybe*, *theoretically*, doesn't _*hate*_ you, ever again.
of course, they almost certainly would anyway.

the great thing about wish 3 is that, *ideally*, anyone who falls into it
will hopefully also hate the jirachi for making them subject to these rules!
and if this cunt jirachi seeks them out for a _modicum_ of love, or even
neutrality, their infinite torment will be _*its fault*_!

just imagine the *hate*, the _*rage*_ in their eyes, when this pathetic fucker comes down to meet them,
and they learn that it has, knowingly, _cursed them_, _*ruined them*_, _*FOREVER*_. the tears in their eyes as they
try not to cry out in pain, as they try to express in words how much they
*detest* it for what it has done to them

the delicious _*guilt*_ that that would the jirachi through.
and since they can never be far apart again, they're surrounded
by a reminder of the infinite pain and suffering that they have
knowingly caused. and there is nothing they can do to fix it.

how mutilated would the jiracunt be after a while? rule 1 means
it definitely isn't sleeping for a thousand years, and every
time someone comes to see it, becomes addicted to fucking it up,
they can come back _whenever they want_.

fuck, think of the _fear_ that would come from any sudden movement!
how *anything* could pop out from the shadows and somehow, some way,
make this pathetic jirachi slightly more miserable. and possibly, one time,
someone who the jirachi had met before all this comes to visit,
and the few microseconds of joy and relief are instantly replaced with despair and regret...

the jirachi grants the wishes.

picture the jirachi, almost exactly a thousand years later, so utterly broken, lying in the mountains
beside some other pokémon, say, a snivy (because they're hot!) who it has roped in out of sheer
loneliness and desperation.

the jirachi lies with its wish tags missing, haphazardly ripped off their head centuries ago.
maybe its streamer tails are gone too. one arm is completely missing, and the other is a useless
bloody pulp hanging off its bloody torso.

its entire face has been flayed, meat stripped to the bone
the teeth that aren't completely missing are shattered and bloody. the entire top of its skull
is shattered, sharp jagged fragments sometimes falling into its gaping eye sockets or piercing its
many massive, terrifying brain tumours. the top part of its head is removed, revealing the top of
its brain, covered in the aforementioned bone fragments, used needles, bullets, semen, etc.
the whole yellow (although at this point it's mostly reddish-brown) portion of its head droops down,
lacking any bone inside. the jirachi's neck is cut completely open, revealing the crushed
vocal cords inside. it can barely make any noise at all aside from quiet, bubbly, choked gurgling.

the jirachi's torso has been harshly scratched, so deep that they reveal internal organs.
the organs inside are covered in salt, matches, cigarette butts, knives, sharp rocks,
and anything else that could possibly fit. given the matches, of course a lot of the organs
are completely charred. some places have bits of organs sliced off, often massive tumours which
would then be force-fed to the jirachi (or sometimes the snivy). the massive gaping eye socket
in the jirachi's tummy has had its walls torn straight through to reveal more access to internal organs.
some ashes cover the remaining bits of wall, remnants of when a group of travellers used the socket
as a campfire base. its entire lower half is also covered in urine and faeces, because of its inability
to control its bowels and constant spontaneous diarrhoea.

being a legendary pokémon, jirachi does not have genitalia. (this logic doesn't really make sense,
but i like the idea of null jirachi, so i don't care.) _kind of_ like what birds do, the jirachi
pisses and shits out of its ass, or at least it *did* until someone came along, sliced a hole on
jirachi's crotch with a boxcutter, _*cut its intestines from its anus*_, and placed the intestine
facing out of the new hole. this means that any bodily waste that comes out of the jirachi is projectiled
out from its crotch. its now useless anus has been torn wide open, an easy place to _grab_ and _yank_
at random from. the jirachi's legs have, like one of its arms, been mashed into useless flesh.
it would take very little effort to rip them off and force-feed them to it.

and the snivy, who *hates* that jirachi *cunt* with every fibre of his being, who knows
he was _*BETRAYED*_ by that supposedly godlike little _shit_, who _*RUINED HIM*_...
well, the leaf on the end of his tail is long gone. his arms are missing, too.
the yellow ribbon-like things (i do not know what it's supposed to be) have been _peeled_,
flaying the snivy on both sides of his body to the tip of his tail. his cream belly has
been sliced to oblivion, cut to absolute shit all the way up to his neck. much of it has
been burned. his legs are useless, tiny flaps of charred flesh extruding from the bottom of his body.

and his face, oh, his face...

his neck has been sliced all the way around, the only thing keeping the snivy's head on is a single
fragment of skin and a few muscles and veins. his head usually dangles to the side,
sometimes fully upside down. the yellow surrounding the snivy's eyes has been torn away, revealing
bloody flesh, and his eyes have been repeatedly stabbed with sharp objects, practically destroying them.
he can only see useless splotches of light, which, because his head is barely attached to the rest of his body,
change rapidly whenever he is moved.

the snivy's head has been *crushed*, the tip of his snout repeatedly having been smashed against a wall.
the front of his face is a bloody mess of crumpled flesh. his nose and mouth were ruined by this;
he can barely breathe because they are hidden somewhere in his ruined, mutilated face.
several bullets have been shot directly through the snivy's brain, and the back of his head
has been cut open to gain access to it. chunks of brain matter often fall out, especially
when his grey matter is penetrated. most of his brain is covered in cum and pee by now.

piss and shit constantly leaks out of the snivy's genitals, leaving him lying in puddles of
urine and faeces. his urine is usually mixed heavily with blood, especially because his
penis is a crushed mess and his urethra is basically gone.

people don't come by as often anymore.

everyone seems to have lost interest.

probably because they can't scream.

they can't scream, or cry, or beg, or sob, or wail,

they've been *used*.

*used up*.

their limbs are destroyed. they can't move. they just wait, in pain, bored, tired, forever.

from the sky an orange figure descends. they have large, pointy, V shaped ears.

they've come to visit their friend, who should be waking up from their 1000 year hibernation today.

they're confused, as they lower.

by the time they've seen the mutilated, suffering flesh prisons of the victini and the snivy,
it's too late.

the jirachi gurgles.