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Warning: This Side Story will contain scenes of a graphic nature. This includes, but is not limited to, Heterosexual sex, First time. If you find either of these themes distasteful, then please do not read.
Participants: Rowan and Natia
Description: After rescuing Natia from Rosayia Forest, Rowan and Natia have begun to grow closer to each other as a love has started to blossom between the two, and the tension between them has reached breaking point. The two have stopped in a small clearing where they have made a frank admission to their feelings for one another and they have become more intimate with one another in their desire to give each other everything.
Rowan watched as Natia bit her lip, causing him to shiver slightly as a stab of desire shot through him. It was such a small, endearing gesture that struck a chord deep inside of him. He found it absolutely adorable, and he had to restrain himself from kissing her face off. He stilled as he listened to her words, her silent offer to give him everything. His will could not deny her such a request. She had managed to neatly wrap him around her little finger and she hadn’t even realised it. He smiled at her in return, “Then I will show you just what you mean to me.” He told her in a soft whisper, his lips brushing against hers for a moment before he began to kiss her again. The pressure was light, the kiss almost chaste as his hands moved, lightly tracing down her pale neck before moving down her sides in light, teasing touches. As his hands settled on her pale thighs, he started to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth as the kiss became more passionate and heated. He wasn’t that surprised to find that she tasted like wild fruits, a taste that suited her and a taste that he found addicting.
As he distracted her with his mouth, his fingers moved up underneath the tunic that she was wearing. He delighted in the feeling of her soft flesh under his fingertips, both soft and warm at the same time. It made him desire more of her. Already his own cock was reacting, but he ignored it in favour of putting his entire focus on Natia. His hands slipped up further, causing the tunic to hitch up as he ran his hands up her sides as he explored her small, slim body. He marvelled at how delicate she felt, and yet he couldn’t help but to want more. His hands moved around her back, before pulling her closer to him so that their bodies were pressed against each other, sharing their warmth with one another. A groan almost made its way out of his throat, because of how perfectly her body molded to him, as if she belonged there. He just wanted to clutch her to him, and never let her go.
As his lungs started to protest the lack of air, Rowan pulled back, panting softly. He couldn’t help but to give her sweet lips one more kiss before pulling backwards slightly. He looked at her, an amused twinkle in his eyes before he suddenly pulled the tunic up and off of her. Instead of throwing it aside though, he put it down in front of him so that he could use it to make Natia more comfortable, so that the sticks wouldn’t be poking up into her painfully. Considering what she was like, and how her people lived, it seemed fitting that her first time would be outside in the wilderness like this. But now that she was naked, he pulled back to roam his eyes over her body as he drank in the sight of her flesh on full display, “Beautiful…” He murmured softly before looking up into her eyes once again before leaning forwards and capturing her lips for another searing kiss. He was having trouble controlling his lustful desire for her, but he was managed to keep a leash on himself. His desire to make her feel good, to give her mind-blowing pleasure far outweighed his desire to just fuck her. She was too precious to him to simply use to get his rocks off. His hands moved once again, moving up her sides before lightly gripping her shoulders. With his grip on her, he shifted them, moving them so that Natia was now lying down on the tunic that he had stripped from her. He pulled back from the kiss, gazing down into her eyes to see her reaction.
Character Identity Information
Name: Izanagi Durum
Species: Born human, but had his body demonified and his soul fused with Oduim, the demon that incorporates the deadly sin of hate, against his will through a ritual
Origin: City of Hitsuyo, Japan
Height: 5,9 ft
Weight: 75 kg
Eye color: Left eye blue and right eye red
Hair color: White
Physical description: Izanagis skin a little pale and despite his super strength he is by no means a muscly guy, which leads to most of his adversaries underestimating him.
Personality, Traits and Abilities
General overview:Izanagi is overall, a cold person and because of his past he has difficulty when it comes to socializing with others despite his efforts. He will, however, defend his friends and any person he holds dear to the last breath if necessary. Thanks to his relationship with Odium, the demon won't try to possess him all the time and they do trust each other to a certain extent. Despite finding it hard to understand the feelings of others, Izanagi tries his best to help those in need when he can, in an attempt to atone for his sins.
Strenghts, skills and abilities:
Super human status: such as strenght, speed and resistence, the more his body merges with Odium the stronger he gets, but there is always the risk of losing control.
Hell's Chain: a weapon that cames from Izanagi's own soul, they are black chains that can be summoned from thin air through small portals, nearly indestructible, while it's maximum lenght is unknown, it can be extended to nearly unlimited sizes and can be spawned with a small blade at the tip, so it can attach to most surfaces or pierce through light to medium armor. All of the chain's rings are magically linked in a way that what happens to one also happens to the others, for instance: if one or more of the rings are set on fire on heaten up, so will all the others.
The Evil One: a 4,9 ft long katana linked to Odium's soul, the blade is dark grey with a few orange runes in it and the handle is white and red, can manifest Wrathful Flame to deal extra damage.
Wrathful Flame: a blood red colored flame that is three times hotter than normal fire and can only be extinguished by the caster or by specifics spells. Being the embodiment of wrath, Odium has total control over the flame and can use it to execute special attacks with it, Izanagi does have some control over it, but not as much as Odium.
Wrathful Blast: fires a projectile made of Wrathful Flame that can be exploded by will, blast power and radius depends on the amount of energy used.
Wrathful Fist: a punch that hit it's victim with explosive force, killing or at least sending the target flying, power determined by the amount of energy used.
Wrathful Slash: requires a bladed weapon in hand, creates a wave of Wrathful Flame around the used blade and fires it towards the target, with the right amount of energy, it can cut pretty much anything.
Weapon mastery: through all these years travelling Izanagi met all sorts of people, some of then even tought him how to use different types of weapons, nowdays he is very skilled with pretty much any type of bladed weapon, but he still prefers to use a katana, after all, Izanagi's skills with as a quick-draw style katana user are legendary.
Quick Slash: quick-draw special move, Izanagi moves hia arm too fast to be seen by the eye, quickly cutting a single targed in close to medium distance, can be used in quick succession.
Dimensional Slash: cuts pretty much everything in a certain area, during a short period of time, Izanagi moves so fast that he is able to cut through dimensions, can hit multiple enemies at the same time and ignores armor.
Soul Eye: his right eye glows dark purple, allows him to see better in the dark and to see people's souls, useful for detection of illusions and a few other things...
Weaknesses: his biggest weaknesses is the constant risk of losing control of his power, while Odium isn't actively trying to take over all the time, it's still a risk.
Using the Hell's Chain costs energy and if Izanagi doesn't pay attention to that he can get vunerable, plus, if one of the chain's rings is broken, as unlikely as it may be, so will the entire chain, forncing Izanagi to summon it again.
Despite having super human stats he doesn't have any way to heal himself.
Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): His main objective is to find a place where he can live without being descriminated, somewhere he can just relax and be himself.
Hobbies and Interests: After learning how to keep his powers at bay so he wouldn't hunt anyone by accident, Izanagi developed a taste for fighting strong enemies (he probably got that from Odium), mainly monsters.
Criminal Record: Killed all of the seven poeple involved on the ritual that demonified him and had to steal food a few times to survive.
Medical Record: Nothing relevant.
Bio: He had lived his childhood in the city of Hitsuyo, Japan. When he was 13 years old the entire country broke out into a civil war which eventually resulted in his father's death on the battlefield, giving Izanagi his first real taste of the despair and pain that war can bring, as result he bacame the men of the house, forcing him to mature a lot quicker than he should have. The government was desperate to end the war as fast as possible so they decided to take desperate measures. They kidnapped Izanagi along with a few other children of the city, who they knew it wouldn't be missed by anyone important, and submitted them to the demonificaton ritual. Izanagi was the only survivor and soul was fused with Odium the demon of wrath.
When the ritual was over Odium took control over his body, and as result all of those involved in the ritual were killed by them before Izanagi could assume control again. He didn't want to go back home and risk killing his mother, so he snuck into a boat to flee the country, traveling through the world looking for a place that he could call home.
With time, Izanagi learned how to keep his demon half under control and eventually even formed a bond with him, however, should Izanagi became overwhelmed with negative emotions, especially hate, the demon can try to take over the body.
When tapping on the demon's power Izanagi's skin gets covered by a dark energy that represents his body merging with the demon, kinda like this:
But if he loses control, the transformation can be completed and Odium will show his real form.
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Character Identity Information
Name: Daedrin Eldyrannth.
Age: He appears to be in his mid-to-late twenties.
Religion: Daedrin is deeply, and extremely religious. While not fanatical in the sense that he would cut the head off of anyone who speaks bad about it, he cannot be convinced that his religion is wrong. He will not speak much about it, even when pushed about it. He is a follower of The Order.
Species: Daedric/Eldyrannth hybrid
Origin: Vorserend, Vorserend’s Stand System, Order Galaxy.
Occupation: Joint-CEO of the Factual Historical Information Temporal Agency (FHITA) however in Craethiel is works as a blacksmith that crafts the best quality tools and weapons in Selil.
Rank/Title: In Craethiel he is a Master Blacksmith, but with the Eldyrannth he is a Prince.
Eye Colour: He was originally born with black eyes, but at the moment he has deep red eyes.
Hair Colour: Jet black.
Physical Description: For this time period, Daedrin is a very tall, youthful looking man. He is a slender body build but despite his slimness, he is quite well muscled but not overly so. It gives him a strong, toned appearance with a well formed six pack. His hips have a defined curve to them, being slightly wider in proportion to males which lead into his long slender and toned legs. He has a slim, effeminate face and piercing blood red eyes. His hair is jet black in colour, cut short just below the ear. He liked to keep it short so it doesn’t interfere with his work. Despite the fact that he is an Eldyrannth, at least in part, he lacks their distinctive almost elf-like ears. Instead, his ears are human in shame and design, because he has changed the shape of his ears to disguise himself. Also, unlike Eldyrannth from this time period, he lacks gauntlets on his arms and hands. Instead, he has a ring on each hand which can grow out into a gauntlet. This has a holographic interface and can show a display which for obvious reasons he doesn't use any of this in public. Everyone seeing him will simply think that he is a human.
He does have an Eldyr form, which he is highly unlikely to reveal to anyone except for his sister. Like all Eldyrannth, it is a western-type dragon with six sets of limbs; front legs, a pair of wings, and back legs. His body is covered by extremely hard scales, that swords and arrows have a hard time being able to break through. They are a blood red in colour, and are highly reflective making it look as if he is covered with millions of rubies. His scales, when compared to other Eldyrannth, are larger and a lot sharper. He also has overlapping scales on the underside of his throat that go down to cover his stomach. His wings are, proportionately, four times the length of his body to help sustain his weight during flight. Essentially, he looks like a more demonic form of a normal Eldyrannth Eldyr form.
Personality, Traits and Abilities
General Overview: To the citizens of Craethiel, he seems like a kind young man that is easily approachable. He has a good listening ear and will happily sit and listen to someone as they pour their heart out to him. He never takes advantage of these people, and acts like a balm to their frustration. He will also occasionally give out pieces of advice which are never to be ignored, although he only gives advice suitable to their time Era. Daedrin comes across as quite quiet, thoughtful and has a good command of his emotions rarely giving into anger or happiness. He has a deep fascination with History and has long dreamed to study it in intimate detail, so he is living his dream. He loves his twin sister, Erickavana, deeply and will not let any harm come to her. He would protect her viciously. He is also not the jealous type, not caring if his wife had sex with other people.
Despite his nice and kind exterior, he has a hidden dark side. Due to the fact that he is a Daedric Eldyrannth, he has daedric influence on his personality. When angered, he can become merciless. He has been known to go as far as killing someone if they were endangering someone he cared for or was taking away someone's Right to Life without their consent. He will only become this dark if he feels it is morally right to do so. Otherwise he would always try and find another way to settle things although when truly enraged he will see nothing but red, and will attack anything, and anyone, stupid enough to get in his way.
Strengths, Skills and Abilities:
Eldyr form: Being an Eldyrannth he has his dragon form, however in Craethiel it is very unlikely he will ever use this form. It would be a deep red colour, the same colour as his eyes. This form is extremely dangerous, with the ability to breath a napalm-like fire along with razor sharp claws and teeth. Not only is he powerful offensively, but he also has a strong defense when it comes to his scales which are harder than diamonds. Gauntlet: His gauntlets are always hidden from view, due to the fact that they are technologically very advanged. They seem like normal gold rings on his fingers. However, they are filled with a liquid crystal which allows him to use the entire range of Eldyrannth crystals (See extra information for more information in the crystals). He normally doesn’t use these, except in subtle ways such as his work as a blacksmith as he can easily manipulate metal, as well as help make fires hotter or cooler. Strength: He is physically very strong, with more strength than several humans. He uses this fact and the fact that he is good at hand to hand combat as well as using weapons of many Eras to defeat opponents. Telepathy: As an Eldyrannth, he an extremely powerful telepath. He can easily overwhelm minds of about every species currently in Craethiel. He can speak into the mind of another as well as be able to reach their thoughts in return even if the other person isn't even remotely telepathic. He can also defend himself against another telepath and prevent them from accessing his mind. He can be vicious in protecting his mind as he has knowledge that he would rather not be around, especially in this Time Era. When someone is touched by his mind, it will almost feel like a huge mountain towering above them. It could send many people mad with the strength of his mind. So he usually keeps his mind to himself, and will only let Erickavana into his mind. It is possible to speak to someone without exposing them to the true force of his mind, but he can only speak and read thoughts. Telekinesis: He is extremely skilled with telekinesis, and is stronger than the average Eldyrannth. He can lift up to several tonnes in weight and move it around with ease. Blacksmith: Daedrin is a very talented blacksmith that can make a wide range of tools and weapons which he sells onto customers. He can even make something to order, but custom orders like that tend to be a lot pricier. Weaknesses: He is simply pretending to be like any other human, so to prevent exposure he wouldn't use his full abilities. To someone with advanced enough technology of weaponry could use that to take advantage of him. If he were to ingest part of the Lemoa Flower, it will cause the Inchor in his blood to swell and expand. This causes blocking of vital arteries and severe haemorrhaging throughout his entire body, quickly killing him. This flower poisons them through scent or through ingestion. As a result, this flower can be made into a soup (which is known to be delicious) and given to an Eldyrannth without them knowing. The scent of the Okelo flower will make him fall into a deep sleep that will last about a day. Nothing will wake him up, even if someone is cutting his limbs off. As such, he can easily be overpowered using this humble flower and either killed or easily captured. If someone puts him in the same room as his flower, he will not wake up until a day after the flower is removed or dies. His Daedra physiology does not protect him from the effects of these two flowers despite the flowers being Daedric in origin.
Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): He wants to see History as it really happened. He Co-founded Factual Historical Information Temporal Agency [FHITA] with his twin sister, Erickavana. So right now, he and his wife are living their dreams.
Hobbies and Interests: His deepest passion is History and he is fascinated by it and wants to know the truth as to how everything happened. He also loves being a Blacksmith and crafting what he considers ancient weapons. He can also make tools and various metal objects with enough skill to make him well known throughout Craethiel as one of the best Blacksmiths. He owns his own Blacksmith and employs apprentice Blacksmiths that he trains with the finest skills equal to that time Era. He knows how to make better weapons, but does not want to advance the citizens of Craethiel further than they were. In his spare time at home, he often does carpentry. It is his form of meditation as it keeps his hands busy, allowing his mind to think clearly. He often makes very beautiful wooden objects and makes high quality furniture. Every piece of furniture in his and Erickavana's home is made by him.
Personal Sexual Information
Sexual Orientation: Aliea-Pansexual
Being promiscuous and having sex with a lot of people. Having unprotected sex, especially if it leads into pregnancy although he uses a special birth control that prevents him from putting viable sperm into anyone. Well experienced partners. Not only does he liked someone who knows what they are doing, but not many people can handle his cock and he finds really tight orifices to be uncomfortable. Fucking someone roughly. The rougher the better. He loved being able to fuck someone until they pass out. He likes to dig his nails into their skin, spank them, slap them, pull on their head and choke them along other things. Daedrin is, just like his fathers, a sadist. He is a mix between the two, liking to do both psychological and physical torture to inflict pain and suffering onto his target. This side he will only reveal to special people who show to like that kind of thing, as this would be too much for most people to handle. Turn offs:
Pain. He cannot stand to be in pain, and it can be a very quick turn off for him. Penis Length: He sports a 20" Eldyrannth cock and has a 11 inch circumference.
Breast Size: N/A
Sensitivity: He has average sensitivity around his cock, however his arse is extremely sensitive. It’s why he tends not to let people touch his arse because of how sensitive it is. He also doesn’t tend to sit down for long periods of time due to how uncomfortable it is.
Additional Sexual Information: Running along the bottom of the penis is a spine that makes several hard protrusion along the lower part of the cock that the Eldyrannth can make pulsate at will. This usually makes it feel like he is coming inside of a female, and it can sometimes be so powerful that it feels like his entire dick is vibrating inside of her. It is a biological trick that he, as a Kae Eldyrannth, uses to trick a female Eldyrannth into heat and to drive her wild in mating lust. The head is also rather large and is slightly pointed so that it is easier to get the penis into the female vagina. Ringed behind the head of the dick like the ribs of a spine, going down to about mid-shaft while getting smaller each time, is a ring of hard flesh that pulsates much like their shaft. Each ring wraps around the entire shaft to the spine that runs along the underside of the penis.
STD History: Clean, despite how promiscuous he is.
Father: He doesn’t have a singular father. Genetically, he has four, due to the fact that the sperm used for the father genes, was genetically spliced from four parents. Talrin Eldyrannth and Temaelrin Eldyrannth along with their Daedra forms; Tal’aar and Temael’aar. These four gene sets were spliced together, before fertilising the egg of the mother to create Daedrin.
Mother: Talivana Eldyrannth.
Siblings: Erikavana Xeno'rannth
Grandparents: Jyravana Eldyrannth and Kayrin Eldyrannth
Children: None. He has not had children in a long time.
House: They own a rather large house with a fair few empty bedrooms in Upper Selil.
Pet: There seems to be a Wolf, that lives there and acts like a domesticated dog, and a well trained one at that. It's actually a Fen'rar from Neptune, Neptune's Soul. Which is a perfectly sentient wolf like creature. It doesn't have a name, but Erickavana calls him Wolfy (Not to be confused with Wolfie or Wolfii), and it is intentional like a 'Nod' to Wolfie.
Awards/Commendations: EPSI Federation Permit to Time Travel for historical research - Granted. But in the current century he has none.
Criminal Record: EPSI Federation: Clean. | Commonwealth: Clean. | Tau'ri: None. | Human 1200s: None. | Keza'maraki Sin-Clan Royal Family 1200s: Clean.
Medical Record: He is currently on Stage IV of Inchor Crystallisation.
Bio: Daedrin was not born in this century, and is in fact a Time Traveller who has come back to make an accurate record of History while trying to keep his interaction with it to a minimum. He will give a story that he and his wife had always lived in Selil, and will even produce identification that will apparently back that claim up. His claimed history is that he was apprenticed to a blacksmith some years ago and learned the trade from him and eventually took over the shop. While that seems like a lie to most people, it is more of a half truth. His parents, particularly Talivana and Talrin, originated from the Kingdom of Craethiel, although from the city of Vorserend. He does actually hold citizenship in Selil, from the Keza State, under the Sin Clan. He was indeed apprenticed to a blacksmith within the city, where he was taught some skilled of the human trade. Much of his skill though comes from learning from the very best Eldyrannth blacksmiths, of both old and new techniques. However he has learnt the skills of this era so that he can better disguise himself. While his sister works a gardener for the Sin Clan Royal Palace, he has purchased a blacksmith in Selil’s Marketplace Square so that he can carry out his trade with his apprentices in relative peace.
The following story contains foul language, depictions of mental disorders, depictions of suicide, and rape. If you find any of these subjects disturbing, TURN AWAY NOW!!!!
What follows is a bit of a summary of several roleplays I've done privately with the wonderful @SMFoxy. The story is told by a Jirachi who mistakenly and tragically wasn't careful when granting wishes, and who now has a wish of her own. To make things right with her victims.
This is the second time tonight. The second time I've woken up, screaming bloody murder and drenched in sweat. I can't sleep anymore. Not without the nightmares. They won't stop; every fucking night, they come back to haunt me, like ghosts! What did I do to deserve this? Sure, I haven't been perfect, but nobody has! Dammit, I was just doing my job! Arceus put me here to grant wishes, and that's what I did. Can I really be blamed for the times they went wrong? How could I have known their intentions? I'm a Legendary, sure, but there are still things I don't know. I assumed they could relate. I assumed everybody could! I... I just didn't realise the effect I could have on them. 7 acquaintences became victims. Victims of an old saying. "Be careful what you wish for." In one fell swoop, I ruined the lives of a trainer and 6 Pokémon. If I could take it all back, I would. I can. They just need to ask. But they won't. I've caused them too much pain for them to wanna seek my help. But I'd love a chance to apologise. Anything to stop these damned nightmares! They're in them. Always dying. Always dying! Fuck me; I'll never unsee those nightmares, if I live to be 100 years old!
The storm that started everything. Was it supernatural? That, I can't answer. The weather is outside of my jurisdiction. But it came from nowhere, and battered Goldenrod City mercilessly. I saw 6 Pokémon huddled around their trainer, in a closet. They begged for safety. But not for themselves. They wanted their trainer to survive. They all survived; so did the house, by some miracle. But I watched them intently that night. They surrounded the boy with affection. He treated them well. Even after everything I've done to them, I'll stand by this until the day I die; he was never abusive to those Pokémon. Quite the opposite, in fact. Rarely does a Pokémon legitimately enjoy waiting on their "master." But all 6 of them did.
Their trainer fell asleep long before the storm subsided, but they still kept a close eye on him. It was honestly adorable. They each made a wish. And it was easy for me to grant them; the wishes were all the same. They whispered with each other how much they wanted to repay their master's love. It warmed my heart. I knew I had to help them, so I did. Finally, they settled on a wish. They wanted to be able to serve him properly. They eventually fell asleep, same as their trainer. It was... I think it was a half hour later. Not that it matters. I got started as soon as I was sure they were asleep. Fur and scales became hair and clothing. Their bodies, depending on species, either stretched or shrank. By the time the physical transformations had been completed, all 6 of the former Pokémon were mostly human. They still had their tails, and some other features. Their trainer could already understand them when they spoke their native tongues, but, since it'd be rather odd for them to walk around in public yipping and cooing like the creatures they were moments before, I altered their voices, as well, so they would speak English. This process, by the way, is not painless. None of them were; there's a reason why I waited until they were asleep. By the time I expected they would wake up, most or all of the pain would've gone away. But I wasn't finished yet. They wanted to serve; didn't they?
They were all females. Their trainer isn't sexist. He just doesn't care for burly, musclebound brutes. His preference is for femininity, and it showed in his team. Not that he was ever sexually involved with them. He used to use them in battles, like the majority of trainers do. And, before you ask, no. I don't object to battles. There's a difference between contests of strength and skill, and brutal beatings. Yes, there are occasionally injuries from battles. But accidents can happen from the most innocuous of activities. Sweet, innocent Chansey Scouts trip and fall sometimes. It hurts, you cry, you get a bandage and/or a lollipop, and you go about your day. But I digress.
The trainer of the Pokémon I had just transformed held a spot in the Johto Hall Of Fame, which he earned when his team defeated the six battle-hardened, vicious Pokémon of the former champion, a trainer who thwarted terrorist attacks, traversed the entire Johto and Kanto regions, and tamed even the guardian of the sea and the sacred winged rainbow. But he didn't battle with them after his victory. Following that tremendous upset, he left competitive battling to focus on the medical field. A passion of his for a long time. In fact, even before the championships were a blip on the radar, he showed decent skills, being able to repair minor wounds, and cure minor ailments. To make extra money, he would moonlight at Pokémon Centres. By the time he was considering going to the Indigo Plateau, he barely needed Pokémon Centres for healing his beloved companions; he could fix everything from cuts and stings to broken bones. It seemed like just the natural progression of things; forgive me, but it brings to mind another old saying. "What're you going to do now?" "I'm going to Disney World!~" He used his fame from winning the championship to secure a job at the Pokémon Centre in his hometown. This boy became one of my victims. He has nothing now.
The 6 Pokémon I transformed were a Bellossom, a Goodra, a Pachirisu, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Wigglytuff. To grant their wishes to be able to serve their master, I turned them into maids. I thought it would go over well with everyone. At least I was right in that respect. For a while, anyway. When they awoke the next morning, they all eagerly began their chores. Vaporeon had the poor luck to be the one to awaken the boy. They had been made to think their roles had always been theirs. I didn't think - damn; that's a theme - I would need to hypnotise him, too. He was furious. Not from being woken up by a beautiful anthropomorphic Vaporeon. But from being waited on.
Trainers can sometimes forget that, were it not for the Pokémon they care for, they wouldn't be trainers. Nor can the Pokémon be champions without trainers to teach them the finer points of combat. Everyone has to work together. Of course, every partnership is different; in some cases, the trainer may have a disability, and their Pokémon have to work harder to come out on top. Or vice versa. I've seen deaf trainers win matches because their Pokémon could understand sign language. I've seen Pokémon with impaired vision use their other senses to outwit and topple opponents. But, at the core of everything, it boils down to teamwork. And these 6 girls were well-versed on the subject, before and after their transformations. As crazy as this is going to sound, after all of the praise I've just given their trainer, it's him that doesn't understand that. But the misunderstanding in this case is probably the opposite of what you might expect. See, he doesn't expect these Pokémon to do everything for him; he would prefer to be the one serving them.
I should explain that I knew this boy before the storm. Well, saying that I knew him is a bit of an understatement. I would go so far as to say we were friends. I'm not going to reveal his name; I've revealed too much about him already. In fact, to be fair, he was submissive with me, too, so I suppose his behaviour towards his Pokémon shouldn't be so surprising to me. But he explained that it's because I'm a Legendary Pokémon. One of many that keep this world balanced. So maybe he has a point. But he spoiled those Pokémon rotten when he was still a trainer. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I guess, since I grant wishes, I do more or less the same thing anyway. He devoted his life to the care of Pokémon. Studying, healing, and training. But it all came crashing down around him when he tried to play Arceus.
The trainer was born fully human; during a rescue mission, he accidentally bonded his soul to an artifact that fused his DNA with that of a female Cinccino. Still, he went on with his life, and even grew to love his new fluff. Until he was raped for it, that is. That was my first mistake; I should've stepped in. I offered him a wish to console him, but couldn't give him what he wished for. With all of his Pokémon being female, he wished to be feminised. Could I have done it? Without a shadow of a doubt. Child's play. But he held a very important job back then - he specialised in emergency medicine when he was a doctor - that would be put in jeopardy if he showed up in a dress and makeup. So I had to refuse. As horrible as this sounds, if he asked again, I'd grant his wish in a heartbeat, now that he's lost his job. Not granting his wish was my second mistake. And, unfortunately, soon after that, he managed to get in far over his head.
His mission was noble; the species he had recently become a member of was, and unfortunately remains, severely endangered. The next time I offered him a wish, he made it right away. His wish was for a massive increase in their population. That was a good bit harder. I can warp bodies, minds, inanimate objects, and more. But creating life is something I'm not at all well-versed in. Mew and Shaymin handle that; in retrospect, I should've asked one of them. Preferably Mew; Shaymin didn't get along well with the boy. I knew I owed him, though, so I tried doing things myself. I won't go into specifics, but I messed up. Big time. Again, I should've asked Mew. My name was certainly mud with the boy and his former Pokémon after that, not that I blame them. But, with that, I struck out with the trainer. As ironic as this sounds, I wish the troubles had ended there. Of course, they didn't. The trainer was ruined, but the girls were in good health. Unfortunately, that was about to change. Starting with Vaporeon.
Vaporeon, objectively, was hit the hardest. But they all suffered. Those poor girls lost their minds, and a good bit more. Even I couldn't have predicted the horrors that would befall them. In a way, it angers me; it really, truly does. So many evil people in this world, yet an innocent boy and 6 innocent Pokémon were harmed, just for making wishes! A wish to help a loved one, and a wish to save an endangered species. Not exactly scandalous. "But Jirachi! Just make everything better!" Believe me, I want to. But I can't do anything unless the request is worded as a wish. Arceus added that rule. And no, I can't just make the wish myself; it doesn't work. I've tried.
As for what happened to the girls - the "horrors that befell them" - it seems each one bears a different curse. Bellossom constantly exudes a ludicrously strong floral scent. Pachirisu cries at the drop of a hat. Wigglytuff is a glutton. Vaporeon is the opposite; she starves herself. Sylveon is addicted to cosmetics. And Goodra is convinced she's the doting mother of her trainer. Huh? Bellossom's fate doesn't sound so bad? She's scrubbed herself raw trying to remove the stench. To no avail. Goodra doesn't sound like she got a bad deal, either. But you don't see her. She has absolutely gone insane. She fills her bedroom with what she insists are framed pictures of the trainer and her. They're all blank.
The victim I see in my dreams changes often, but they die the same way each time! And the deaths, in stark contrast to the victims, aren't pretty. Wigglytuff collapses in agony, dead of a heart attack before reaching the Pokémon Centre. Bellossom is mauled by wild Pokémon. She cries out, but nobody is willing to bear her stench to rescue her. Sylveon is taken into an alleyway, raped, then beaten to death after being drugged while on a date. Vaporeon takes a final, shaking breath in her bed before her organs give out from starvation. Pachirisu, the poor dear, has an emotional breakdown and commits suicide by drinking various cleaning chemicals. And Goodra dies of shock upon finding her "child" hanging from a ceiling fan. 7 images, counting the trainer, that I don't think I'll ever get out of my head. For fuck's sake, every fucking dream is a snuff film! I can't take this much longer!
I can't help them; I want to. I really, really want to! But I can't unless they make wishes, or someone makes wishes for them. Vaporeon was helped by a kind Delphox who wished her back to good health, but her mind is fried; I have absolutely no doubt that she's still gonna starve to death unless someone wishes her shattered psyche back together. I don't blame the Delphox, though. He and his daughter have hearts of gold, the both of them. I'll go to my grave insisting that he had Vaporeon's best interests at heart. As for his daughter, her wish broke my heart. Her mother died when she was too young to remember her. All she knew of her mother was stories, as though she was brought into this world by a fairytale princess. Of course, she wished for her mother back. And, of course, I granted her wish. Sort of. As it happens, her mother was a Cinccino. I can't resurrect the dead, but I can revive their souls. The poor trainer of the 6 ill-fated girls used to have a Cinccino, whom he had recently rediscovered was living comfortably in a nature preserve after being released. Sacrifices were made, and that Cinccino was given the memories of the young lady's mother. Both of them, and the Delphox, still live happy, healthy lives to this day; lucky them.
But for the Delphox and his daughter, I probably would've eaten a shotgun shell quite some time ago. The blood of 7 innocent victims is on my hands, and I can't help them until they ask for it! The Delphox and the trainer are close friends. That's lovely; otherwise, I have a sneaking suspicion the trainer would've been found hanged with his own tail. Maybe that Delphox can turn things around. But, just in case, let me broadcast a plea to everyone reading this.
If any of you see a male Cinccino anthro, or any of the 6 maids I mentioned, I beg you. Please, for the love of Arceus, tell them everything will be alright. And tell them I'm sorry, and that I'll do whatever I can to make everything up to them. Oh, and, if you see me, wish for something that benefits one of them. I promise, if you do, I'll give you a second wish. Whatever you want. That's a promise, literally in writing, from a Legendary. Just make the nightmares stop. If you don't feel sorry for me, which you probably shouldn't, at least do something for their sake. As badly as my nightmares have scarred my mind, at least they end when I wake up. I can't say the same for them.