"BEST TWO OUT OF THREE."

FWAM

"THREE OUT OF FIVE."

FWAM

"FOUR OUTTA... SBEVEN."

FWAM

Eyes half-lidded, Raja dismissively snorted. "Tired of losing yet?"

"FFPPPPPFFFFIIIVE-"

"That's the spirit!" Raja eeheed.

FWAM

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More more MORE Raja. Some of you might remember her from a silly story or two as the snacky snake abused an utterly innocuous wish into out and out ascendance.

Wishing Big
Goddess Training

Woah wow. It's my very first BIG BOY animation! Over the course of the month I've been plugging along at this. Flailing and fumbling every step of the way. I hope people enjoy what I was able to whip up. Never imagined I'd be making art, much less animations, to accompany my own silly stories and characters.

Many thanks to  T-Bone for helping me with my proportions and redlining the picture as I went. That and keeping me company as I streamed my progress in uneven fits and spurts. Then of course I would be remiss not to shout out  DustMouse as well for all his constructive criticism and guidance with how to animate in Aseprite itself!

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“WHO DARES TRESSPASS ON MY DOMAIN?” boomed Rayquaza. Arcs of energy crackling along the angular spines jutting from his segmented and serpentine body, and angrily undulating in place, the Dragon-Type glowered from atop the tornadic tower that served as his throne.

Nubby hands clasped together, Jirachi bowed his head in reverence before the Sky Pillar. The prayer tags dangling from his head dress violently rustled in the gale force winds that whipped around it. “Forgive me, Emperor of the Atmosphere! Twas not my intent to sully your skies!”

With a dismissive wave of his clawed hand, Rayquaza bid him rise. “SPEAK.”

Teeth chattering, Jirachi forced a smile as rolling waves comprised of clouds lapped at the Legendary's stumpy legs. “You are most magnanimous, Emperor of the Atmosphere, for allowing me this audience.” Balled up hands cupped close to his mouth, his misting breath utterly failing to dispel the sheets of ice coming to cake his fingertips, the Psychic and Steel-Type gathered himself. “As you are surely aware I, as the Wish Pokemon, am entrusted with the solemn duty to not just hear but heed the most heartfelt desires of many a mortal!”

Fingers rapping against his cheek, the Dragon-Type lazily arched his brows. “AND THIS CONCERNS ME HOW?”

Jirachi visibly deflated. Forcing down a nervous swallow he fitfully stammered while bone chilling beads of condensation and biting flakes of frost slowly but surely sapped the life from his every extremity. “W-w-well! My tools of the trade, my calling cards as they were, are shooting stars!” Hands held out before him Jirachi summoned a SWIFT attack. Twinkling motes of light, twirling atop his palms, reshaped themselves into five-pointed stars. “They are the means by which I communicate with mortals. To let them see, let them know, their prayers have been answered!”

Nostrils flared, and chest puffed out, Rayquaza emphatically exhaled as he motioned for Jirachi to move it along.

“I-I-I know that we, as Legendaries, have an unspoken accord not to interfere with one another's work. It's just. I just. As of late I cannot help but notice none of my shooting stars have been permitted to pass through-"

FWISH

Bullets of air, ringed with concentric coils of cloud, grazed past Jirachi's palms. Effortlessly did they pierce and puncture apart the stars dancing atop his fingertips.

"Your... domain...” the Psychic and Steel-Type finished with a gulp.

“NOR WILL THEY BE,” Rayquaza curtly followed up for him. Index finger tucked against his thumb, the Dragon-Type fired off one last AIR SLASH for good measure.

Arms hanging limply at his sides, Jirachi dumbly blinked. "Whuh. Why?"

“BECAUSE YOUR 'SOLEMN DUTY' HAS ELEVATED A MORTAL AND MADE A MOCKERY OF OUR PANTHEON!"

Lips wavering, and heart pounding in his ears, Jirachi nevertheless refused to back down. “But-”

"BUT NOTHING! WHY WOULD I ALLOW YOU TO INDULGE THIS FOLLY FOR EVEN A MOMENT MORE?”

The Wish Pokemon's shoulders sagged as his head hung low. “M-m-mankind's hopes! Their dreams! Emperor Rayquaza, I beg of you to-”

“BEGONE,” roared the Dragon-Type.

With a dejected nod, and a sniffle, Jirachi turned away from Rayquaza and his tornadic throne. The golden tassels draped along his back, fluttering behind him like wings, pitifully drooped as he sank into the sea of clouds.

"No more wishes? No more dreams come true?" Voice cracking, and the tears beading along his eyes freezing into icicles, Jirachi wearily groaned. He had already apologized up and down to the pantheon of Legendaries for how he had gone about granting her wish but... but even to this day he did not regret affording her one in the first place! Sure. Okay. Raja had become a handful, an overbearing and entitled one at that, but never had the Arbok ever brought about any lasting harm with her antics! Surely that counted for something?

Brushing an arm across his face, Jirachi's frozen tears carving shallow cuts into his cheeks, he bitterly sighed. "Ohhhhhhhhh. What am I going... to..."

RRRMMMMMMMMBLE

"Do?" Whipping his head side to side, and hopelessly lost beneath waves of cloud cover, Jirachi's tassels spasmed and flailed when a plain of purple parted the landscape before him. A quintet of alien monoliths rose from the depths while plucked apart clouds cascaded past their curved sides like atmospheric waterfalls.

“So that's what's been eating at you,” a husky if not feminine baritone cooed across all of creation. “Hmph. Not anymore.”

Clapped flat on his back, the faintest wrinkles in her palm rising above him like canyons, Jirachi winced when an ample and all encompassing Arbok's smug snoot lost itself among the star lit haze of the mesosphere. “WHUH? RAJA?!" sputtered the Legendary. "Raja wait!” he pleaded. “I-I-I'll figure something out! Please don't-”

Brows furrowed, the nigh divine snake resolutely shook her head. “Don't what? Nobody, and I mean nobody, talks to my little shoulder angel that way!” Cheeks puffed out, Raja tucked him against the crook of her neck. "Ain't no fun making a mess of things when you're too down in the dumps to nag at me," she huffed.

"Raja..."

Rising higher and higher and higher still above the cover of clouds the Arbok's ample form pierced the very veil of the heavens. "Seriously, though. Why didn't you say anything?" she rumbled in disappointment. "Did you really think I hadn't noticed?"

The enraged Dragon-Type, without warning or fanfare, hurtled himself towards the Arbok at hypersonic speeds following her unannounced invasion. Jaws unhinged, and torrents of energy sluicing past his teeth, Rayquaza readied a HYPER BEAM right out of the gate.

Hands clasped against the sides of his head-dress Jirachi let slip a panicked shriek when the Emperor of the Atmosphere closed the gap in an instant. "RAJA NO! HE'LL KICK BOTH OUR ASSES!"

“Psh. Don't you worry,” Raja snorted before locking gazes with Rayquaza.

VBEWWWW

Lips peeled back, and fangs bared, the Arbok flashed a menacing smile when she hit him with a GLARE. Paralyzed in place, time itself too terrified to advance without the Arbok's assent, the Dragon-Type could do little more than swivel his eyes side to side while Raja slithered towards him. Hands cupped against the sides of her breasts, mountainous mammaries parted, the prodigious Poison-Type guided Rayquaza into the gap spanning her continental cleavage. "See?" she chuckled. "You just sit tight, Jirachi. I'll wring an apology outta this noodly nerd in no time!"

Tugging his headdress over his eyes, muttering out a litany of profane prayers and apologies in the process, Jirachi reluctantly turned towards Raja when she proceeded to clap the Emperor of the Atmosphere between her supersized sniddies. Even if she was a lot of lass with a lot of sass, abusing her ascendance in ever more creative ways, he had to admit...

"Say it," Raja casually commanded. "Say you're sorry."

"WOMAN, YOU'LL REGRET-"

FWAM

Jirachi hehed as the shyest of smiles creased his lips. He couldn't have wished for a better friend.