Author's Notes: I'll be honest with you, this story is something that's existed as a collection of fragmented ideas in old text files for a very long time and is a project I'd been considering fleshing out for nearly the entire time I've been using the "Viscosisaurus" name (which is about two and a half years already). To better give context for the timeframe, when this chapter was originally outlined I'd only written and completed the first chapter of In The Valley of The Drums and its other two chapters were just outlines.

I was never particularly good at sticking to specific projects and seeing them through because I have a terrible habit of working on something up until the point where I get frustrated with it after which I'll abandon it (and work on other things in the meantime) until I feel like I've gotten over this specific writer's block and am ready to take another swing. Lather-rinse-repeat until the project is done. The first draft of this chapter has sat on my hard drive for over a year and remained incomplete because I wasn't happy with a lot of the language and phrasing of certain scenes and I'd written/rewritten them into oblivion and the whole thing needed to be redone for continuinty as a result.

To recap, this fanfic is based on the idea presented in one I'd read 25 years ago. That's not to say it's taken me 25 years to write this, just that the idea has rattled around in my noggin for over two decades before I decided to run with it and write it myself when the original author who'd come up with the idea vanished off the face of the Earth. The first chapter details the entire setup as I remembered it with a little bit of "Viscosisaurus flair" to make it my own thing, and from this point onward the story enters uncharted territory because the original fanfic never made it beyond the first chapter. If you want to know why the Pokémon breeder is a shapeshifter, go read the first chapter. Or, if you don't want context and just want to read about people banging Pokémon that's fine too. I'm not writing War and Peace here. There's a Rapidash in this chapter (which you'd know if you read the first one).

Lazaro's daily alarm roused him from his sleep at the usual time, a quarter until 8:00, but he skipped it a few times with the clock's snooze button. The events of the prior night that saw him passing out and waking up at seemingly random intervals had done a number on his physical stamina and he found himself really needing the extra time to feel properly rested. By the time the breeder was ready to actually get out of bed it was approaching 9:00am.

As Lazaro sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed the new fullness in his loins made itself known. He glanced down at his crotch to see the massive bulge his cock and balls now made in his loose sleep shorts. The breeder grinned to himself as he lazily traced the outward indentation his shaft made in the fabric before running his hand down along the side of his sack realizing he could now barely fit just one of his balls in his open palm. Lazaro was still unsure as to what fully transpired the previous night, all that he knew was that his endowment was now huge and he did not feel like he was going to spontaneously drop dead. That was good enough for him. He hopped out of bed and began to ready himself for the day of work ahead.

While in the bathroom Lazaro had taken off his sleep shorts in order to get properly dressed. He looked himself over, even relieved himself as usual, and figured everything seemed fine. It all worked as normal, it was just... bigger. Much bigger, and significantly heavier too. Lazaro dressed himself the same way he always did and as he settled in to his standard pair of weathered khaki jeans he gave himself a quick looking over in the closet's mirror. There was definitely still a very noticeable bulge in his clothes but at least the bulkier fabric of his work outfit did a little bit to mask it somewhat. Lazaro liked what he now had of course, but it seemed like a weird and quite personal thing to just "show off " to the world. If he wasn't mindful about it people would definitely still notice, though he wondered what - if anything - he'd be able to do to hide it.

The breeder scrunched his eyebrows as his reflection in the mirror held his gaze a while longer. Bucky was kind of his farm's whole "thing"; Lazaro's claim to fame was the fact he had the shiny Ditto and that alone was enough to get trainers from literally all over Kanto and sometimes even beyond to show up at his place. Now... technically Lazaro did still "have" Bucky, just not in a way that would do him any good. He'd have to think of some kind of cover story, or perhaps just show the older photos he had of Bucky as proof that he was around but for "security purposes" didn't freely roam the property. Team Rocket was known to operate in little pockets around the area of Fuchsia City and a shiny Ditto used for the purposes of breeding premium monsters did sound like the kind of thing they'd try to kidnap or extort from someone. Lazaro's shoulders arched slightly in a frustrated shrug; he'd figure something out eventually.

Outside the farmhouse the first place Lazaro checked were the stables. He had a half dozen of them and they were the places he'd take the Pokémon he was caring for in order for them to do their "business", either with another monster of the opposite sex or one of the normal pink Dittos that were also residents of the day care. Pokémon that were not being bred were normally just kept in the large open area that comprised the majority of the property. Lazaro had nicknamed the stables the "love hotel" given what they were used for, his own little inside joke.

When Lazaro had the stables built he put them all in one row side to side with full walls covering three sides and the front wall being only chest high with an attached door similar to the ones horse trainers used. Opposite the stable's short wall and across the walking path that ran in front of it was another full one closing off the building. In Lazaro's experience not all Pokémon seemed to care about privacy but some of them did, enough to where he settled on one long building with six stables in a line instead of a cluster of six with some of them facing others so he wouldn't have any potential issues with "shyness". The first couple of stables he walked past were empty. The third was currently keeping a lone female Rapidash. Lazaro checked on her briefly before hopping over to the neighboring stable which was the one he was expecting to find something in.

Sure enough, as the breeder looked over the short wall he spotted what he was after. Curled up against the wall of the stable in a bed of hay was a male Sandslash that he'd been taking care of for just over a week. The trainer he belonged to had left him at Lazaro's farm for breeding purposes and also in the stable, awake, was a "female Sandslash". This was just a Ditto, of course; one look at its goofy face gave it away. More importantly, sitting a couple feet away from the pretend Sandslash was a segmented patterned yellow egg. It takes a few days after a successful mating for an egg to develop so for the past couple of mornings Lazaro kept checking on this particular stable to see if the Ditto was going to produce one.

"Nice work!" Lazaro said as he stepped into the stable and gave the Ditto a gentle patting.

The sudden noise from the gate opening and closing awoke the male Sandslash who rolled over a couple of times, stretched and yawned, and opened its eyes to look over at the breeder.

"You too, stud," Lazaro said with a laugh.

"Come on, let's get something to eat!" The breeder said, motioning toward the open gate.

Both the Sandslash and the Ditto posing as one trotted out of the stable in the little waddling motion the monster was known for. At some point, usually a few hours later in the morning or early afternoon, the Ditto would go back to assuming its usual form. Both Pokémon were now essentially free to roam the large open area of the property and graze or interact with the other monsters loafing about.

"I'll be back to check on you later girl, okay?" Lazaro said as he walked past the Rapidash again on his way out with the Sandslash egg carefully tucked into his arms.

The breeder carried the egg into the small checkpoint building near the farm's front gate and placed it into one of the cushioned boxes inside. Until the trainer whom the Sandslash belonged to arrived, this is where the egg would stay. Lazaro exited the shed and locked the door behind him, as he walked back over to the main area of the property he took out his PokeGear to write a message to the Sandslash's trainer letting him know that his Pokémon successfully helped produce an egg and that it would be waiting for him when he arrived. Generally, once a trainer hears that an egg was laid they show up pretty quickly thereafter. Like most Pokémon breeders, Lazaro's services were charged by the day but the cost varied depending upon which monster is left in his care. A Sandslash wasn't exactly a difficult creature to care for so their associated costs were low, especially with a normal Ditto being used as a surrogate, but he'd been there a few days longer than usual because of a couple of unsuccessful attempts to create an egg.

As Lazaro went about his business on the farm he fluctuated between passive and active awareness of his recently altered anatomy. The new heaviness of his maleness was just sort of always there in a sense, but every once in a while when he'd load something into a wheelbarrow or walk too close to a shelf his bulge would bump on something and remind him it was still there. It was something that would take effort to get used to and Lazaro was still in the process of trying to figure out his "Plan B" for essentially having lost his day care's big draw. He realized that showing old photographic proof of owning a shiny Ditto might not suffice, what if the presence of "shiny DNA" turned out to be something that could be tested for? It wasn't a well-understood phenomenon now, but advancements in science sometimes move much faster than expected. A slight worry began to creep into the back of Lazaro's mind as he tried to beat down the fear that he may have lost his daycare's ace in the hole.

Evening was beginning to set in. Lazaro's watch noted that it was a little past 6:30 PM, late for a workday but considering the breeder got a slightly later start than usual the time still averaged out. He'd ducked back into the stables to check on the Rapidash a couple of times throughout the day but now that he was closing everything down he was making his final rounds on the property. He'd taken the Rapidash into the stables before wrapping everything up the day prior as he was expecting someone else to bring in a purebred Rapidash stallion with which he'd help facilitate a mating. The process was fairly complex with several moving parts but Lazaro had an idea of what he was getting himself into ahead of time because he was aware of how seriously horse trainers take their pedigrees. Because of this they were also willing to open up their suspiciously deep pockets to pay for the services of the people knowledgeable enough to get the job done. Strangely though, the owner of the stallion hadn't returned Lazaro's call from earlier in the day.

"Hey there, Dasher," the breeder said as he greeted the Pokémon from the other side of the low wall.

Hearing him, the Rapidash raised her head from the feed trough to reply with a gentle huff.

"Yeah... your date stood you up," he added with a laugh. "Maybe tomorrow?"

As Lazaro spoke he opened the door to the pen and stepped inside. He began topping off the water in the large basin, refilling the feed trough, and doing some general cleaning and upkeep of the area. Dasher curiously nosed around to see what the breeder was doing for a while but eventually went back over to the trough full of oats to quietly eat some more.

The breeder sat down on a little bench-like ledge jutting out from the wall of the stable. He sighed gently as he leaned his head back against the wall for a few moments, annoyed at the lack of communication from the other breeder. The longer this took to coordinate the more Lazaro was going to be out of pocket taking care of this Rapidash as her trainer wasn't paying for the usual day-to-day lodging but rather the entire breeding service as a whole in one lump sum. Granted, the cut of money he'd be getting from that payment would make the expenses of a couple extra days look trivial but it was more the principle of the matter that was eating at him, people saying they were going to do something and then not adhering to their word.

Dasher was facing away from Lazaro as she stood across the stable at the feeding trough, her hindquarters pointing in his direction. Every so often her long orange and yellow tail would swish to one side or the other and for a brief moment expose what was behind it. Lazaro had already seen that of course, he had a couple of photos he'd taken in the time she'd been in his care, but being in the same room as the Pokémon was always a little more exciting. His sizable genitals had made their presence known throughout the day by being just large enough to be cumbersome, but now that he'd been catching glimpses of the Rapidash's backside his growing arousal was making his already tight clothes even tighter. Lazaro chuckled to himself as he spread his legs open a bit further and shifted on his seat to relieve the strain. He made a mental note that once he made his way back into his bedroom he'd have some "personal business" of his own to tend to.

But what should've just been an uncomfortable erection being smothered by his clothes slowly began to progress further. The expected suffocating tightness of a pair of work pants designed for the normal-sized person Lazaro was a day ago was one thing, but this was something else. The breeder shifted in his seat again, this time the discomfort being almost painful. He could tell he was erect but something didn't feel right, or rather they were "less right" than things had been in the brief period of a day he'd had to adjust to his new anatomy.

Lazaro stood up from his seat and turned away from the Rapidash as he tugged on his belt to undo the buckle. He unfastened his pants and pulled both them and his boxers slightly down and away from his waist to see what was wrong and almost immediately gasped at what he saw. Rather than being met with the sight of his enlarged human shaft drooping down from his crotch in a semi-erect state was an impressive equine cock.

"...what... the fuck...?" Lazaro muttered to himself as he eyed the spire of flesh hanging from his midsection.

Cautiously, he wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft. He squeezed it just barely. The flesh was firm, but a little spongy too like the one on an actual stallion. His grip slowly moved upward and over the shaft's medial ring until he reached its head which widened slightly into the expected crown. The entire thing was easily well over a foot long and was as thick as a beverage can. The skin of the shaft mostly matched the tone of the rest of his body up to the medial ring where it began to shift toward a pinker hue and finished in a very vivid fleshy rose color at its head.

Obviously, Lazaro didn't wake up that morning with a horse's cock; he would've noticed when he was getting dressed. At some point during the day his body had literally changed form. Lazaro realized it may have even happened right then and there; he'd been eyeing the Rapidash, idly fantasizing about her too, and when he felt his cock press against his pants the intensity just wouldn't die down. Little fragments of what Lazaro could remember from the previous night flickered in his head, namely the sight of Bucky blending into his skin and becoming part of him. That didn't just make his manhood giant, it also apparently came with the ability to morph his anatomy to match another Pokémon... just like Ditto. It clicked in Lazaro's head, that unbearable tightness in his pants was his anatomy shifting under his clothes in response to his arousal. Somehow his body "knew" that he was thinking lewd thoughts about an equine Pokémon and that resulted in a very deliberate manifestation.

Lazaro glanced over his shoulder at Dasher who was still facing away from him but now peering over the low wall of the stable at the area outside of it. His gaze idly traced its way down to her backside and he felt his horse shaft weakly throb in his hand prompting him to focus his attention back to it for a moment.

The breeder stepped over to the Rapidash and placed his hand on her flank as he stood next to her. His hand, resting where a brand would normally be on a working animal, prompted Dasher to glance back over at him for a couple of seconds before she turned her attention elsewhere. Lazaro gently stroked the side of the Rapidash a couple of times and after a few passes ran his hand down the top of her back toward her long tail. The Pokémon's hair wasn't really made of fire, it just looked that way when it moved; it was actually a very fine form of unique keratin, much thinner than normal, that had a distinct pigmentation and sheen. It could heat up rapidly in response to the Pokémon's own energy, but that was something that usually only happened in a battle situation or when the creature was startled. It was safe to touch, in other words, and Lazaro knew this.

Dasher didn't seem to mind being touched so Lazaro very gently slid his hand down into the cleft made by the Pokémon's thighs. The Rapidash swished her tail in response but still didn't seem to care. As Lazaro's fingers traced along Dasher's lips he moved around behind her to look at what he was doing. He was already planning on relieving himself when he went back into his house, but here he was alone with this Pokémon who was left in his care specifically to be bred. Not only that but his newly augmented body had shifted entirely of its own volition to adopt a form more suitable for the "opportunity" in front of him. Lazaro's expression dropped slightly as he processed the presented dilemma. He knew some breeders fooled around with Pokémon, even some that were friends of his, but he didn't partake in that himself. But then again... those other breeders probably didn't have happen to them what Lazaro had been through. This was different, and right now Lazaro's very equine maleness was practically begging to feel the inside of this mare.

Lazaro positioned himself behind Dasher and with his shaft in one hand rubbed its fleshy head up and down across the Rapidash's soft and wrinkly outer lips smearing her entrance with the thick bead of precum that he didn't realize was even there. He placed the head of his horse cock at Dasher's womanhood and slowly pressed his hips forward. Lazaro could feel his heart racing in his chest as his maleness pushed against the Rapidash's opening until he felt the mare slowly give way and part open to let him inside. The breeder inhaled sharply as the head of his shaft was practically sucked into the mare, its head and first couple inches of shaft immediately enveloped in her soft inner flesh. Lazaro let go of his length and let his hand rest on Dasher's other flank. He held her fuzzy rump gently as he pushed forward and watched as several more inches of him sank into the Rapidash's backside.

"...f-fuck...." Lazaro mumbled as he softly bit his lower lip.

Dasher vocalized a gentle whinny and fluttered her ears a couple of times as she felt the breeder's unusually large shaft slip inside of her. Lazaro responded with a soft moan of his own as he continued to bury his cock further into the mare until the base of his crotch was flush against the equine's hindquarters. The breeder stirred audibly, feeling his massive shaft flex powerfully inside of the Pokémon. Dasher's warm canal was soft and slick, tightly wrapping around his length and caressing it as he pulled back a bit to plunge all the way back in. Is this what he'd been missing out on? Lazaro had never really participated in the lascivious conversations his contemporaries would occasionally bring up as it was a personal preference of his not to mix "business and pleasure" to this extreme. He'd heard idle chatter about equine Pokémon before and mostly shrugged it off, but now that he was literally balls deep in a willing Rapidash - with the anatomy to match - it all just sort of "clicked".

Lazaro grinned to himself as he withdrew from Dasher a slight amount and thrusted back in, his body colliding with hers with an audible slap. As Dasher fully hilted Lazaro's length again she stumbled forward a bit, her legs briefly bucking and trembling while her inner walls reflexively tightened around the breeder. Her muscles clenched every few moments as Lazaro continued to work his shaft inside of her. He recognized the behavior immediately and grinned again as he relished in the feeling that his new abilities were just as pleasurable for the Rapidash as they were for him.

The breeder vocalized a light sigh once more as he began to feel a telling urgency welling in his loins. His horse cock was practically buzzing with pleasure as every inch of it slid in and out of Dasher, his massive balls swaying heavily with each thrust of his hips. Lazaro's pace began to quicken. His right hand found its way to the base of Dasher's tail and wrapped around it tightly. The breeder continued his heightened pace until he felt a wave of pleasure hit him more intense than anything he'd ever felt before. He cried out as he hunched over the mare slightly and let out a long low moan as he felt his equine shaft contract and pulse, his swollen orbs churning as they began to dump their entire load. Lazaro's cock flexed several times before he felt a thick jet of his seed erupt from its tip and coat the deepest reaches of Dasher's most intimate of places. He grinded his crotch against the Rapidash's hindquarters in a stupor of bliss as he almost instantly lost count of how many loads he was pumping into her. It had to be as much as an actual stallion, if not more.

Slowly, Lazaro caught his breath and he felt his climax taper off and dissipate. He sighed pleasurably as he simply held Dasher's flanks in his hands and rubbed them lovingly. He took a step back slowly to pull his softening member out of her, the last of it freeing itself with a gentle pop as its flared tip exited her canal. As Lazaro withdrew from the mare his shaft was followed by a brief trickle of blue-tinted cum dribbling out of Dasher onto the floor of the stable. Dasher continued to wink for several more moments, each flex of her pelvic muscles causing a little bit more of the breeder's seed to leak out.

Lazaro took a moment to admire his handiwork and the mess he'd made of Dasher's womanhood. He smiled warmly to himself and gave his now flaccid equine shaft a few soft strokes. He stepped up toward the front of Dasher to face her and ran his hand down along her soft mane several times. The Pokémon whinnied in response and playfully nipped at Lazaro's shoulder.

"Considering your date left you hanging I suppose it was the least I could do," Lazaro said with a chuckle.

The breeder awkwardly stuffed his softened horse cock into his pants as best he could before collecting the couple of things he'd brought into the stable with him and returned to his home on the property to take a shower and clean himself up. Fifteen or so minutes passed before he was able to disrobe and wash up and in that time his manhood had gradually shifted back to a normal but still unreasonably well endowed human shaft, the way it looked that morning.

Now out of the shower, Lazaro spent the rest of his evening tidying up his living area while occasionally checking on the pot of stew he set on the stove to cook. Aside from his romp with Dasher the evening was unremarkable, and as night fully set in Lazaro retreated to bed.

A couple of days had passed. Lazaro filled each one doing what he always did - taking care of Pokémon - but had grown impatient with the owner of the Rapidash stallion that was meant to be brought to his farm. He'd been in touch with the owner but was frustrated that he was coming up with excuses as to why he wasn't able to make the trip across Kanto with the horse. He kept insisting he was genuine in his efforts however, and Lazaro begrudgingly sided with him because unless this guy was exceptionally well connected with people who could produce counterfeit pedigree documents he did actually possess the papers for the stallion he owned. Lazaro was just apprehensive and wanted to hurry up and get this over with so he could collect his pay. Delays of any sort looked bad on his business whether they were his fault or not.

It was about 10:00am and Lazaro had just finished up cleaning around the daycare's watering hole. On his way across the property he stopped by the stables for the first time that morning to check on Dasher, who'd been in and out of them over the past few days but wound up staying in them overnight, again in anticipation of the stallion who'd yet to show up. Her head was peeking over the low wall as usual, ready to greet Lazaro.

"Well, good morning Dasher!" The breeder said with a smile. "Did you have a restful ni--"

Lazaro spoke as he approached the Rapidash, but stopped dead in his tracks when he was close enough to Dasher's stable to see inside of it. The mare seemed as friendly and ambivalent as always, however resting in the hay just off from the far wall was a tan-colored object flecked with several small orange speckles of varying sizes. An egg.

The sight caught Lazaro off guard. Immediately his mind went to the fact that Dasher hadn't been bred at all, the stallion wasn't even on the property yet. However Lazaro didn't ponder the existence of the egg for very long because in that same firing of his neurons he also realized that yes, Dasher actually had been bred on his farm. By him. In an instant the breeder understood the full scope of the changes that happened to his body. He wasn't just "part Ditto" in the way he now had minor shapeshifting abilities, he was "part Ditto" in the way that Ditto are universal breeding partners for any monster. The strange blue tint his seed had adopted wasn't just a vestige of Bucky, it was an essence potent enough to produce offspring across species. That egg was his.

Lazaro swallowed the growing lump in his throat as he stepped into the stable.

"I uh... I guess I should've used a rubber, eh girl?" He said with an apparent forced chuckle as the nervous pit in his stomach continued to swell.

Dasher swished her tail a couple of times and nuzzled Lazaro's chest as he spent a few minutes with her in the stable letting everything sink in. Eventually, he would have to return back to work. Lazaro gingerly picked up the egg and carried it with him into his house where he placed it atop a bundled blanket. He realized that without the need of the stallion and his incompetent owner that he was able to successfully breed Dasher on his own. He considered, briefly, using this egg to fulfill his obligation to Dasher's trainer but quickly discarded the idea when he remembered that these kinds of sirings are fully documented and he had no way of pulling off that kind of forgery. At any point down the road someone could test the DNA of the Ponyta inside the egg and it would not match up with the stallion specified on its record. It might even somehow say Lazaro was the "sire" and that's a mess he never wanted to have to explain.

Lazaro made up his mind. The Ponyta that would eventually emerge from the egg would be his, and at some point the other breeder who had the stallion meant to mate with Dasher would show up and that process would unfold the way it was intended to. Nobody would be any wiser that something very strange had transpired prior.

The breeder let out an exasperated sigh as he retreated out of the rear door of the farmhouse and back onto the property. As he returned to his usual duties his mind wandered from thought to thought. Initially he was concerned over what "losing" Bucky meant for his business, but apparently nothing had actually been lost at all; it was that just Lazaro was responsible for carrying out the "dirty work" now. He could lay with any Pokémon left in his care and his mutant seed would produce a coveted "bred with a shiny Ditto" egg as if Bucky had done it himself.

Lazaro chuckled to himself a couple of times. He realized his line of work was about to get much more interesting.