More Than Cards
More Than Cards For FoxLightning By Draconicon
"Hard to believe that Pokémon cards are still going strong, heh."
Ryan grunted as he pulled the latest box out of the back of his car, shaking his head at the various different bits of cardboard sliding around inside. The cards were still in good shape, despite having been bought at different garage sales across the city. They would probably fetch a pretty decent price if he could get some good rares out of there. Collectors were pretty darn eager for the good ones, and the people that played the game always wanted to get a good deal on the actual value that shops sold them at.
Heh. Here's hoping that I can get enough cash in for that new stereo.
His car had been begging for a new one for a while. The old sound system was just about dead, and if he wanted to show off at night, he needed a good set of speakers to keep the music pumping.
Cards had seemed like a good way to raise the funds. Buy cheap, sell high, and he could get what he wanted.
The latest box joined four others that were already in the garage. As soon as he set it down, though -
WHOOSH!
A sudden gust blew through, sending some of the cards flying right out of their boxes. He groaned, running to the door switch and slamming his palm down on it. The metal door came down, but the damage was already done.
Great...here's hoping none of them were damaged...
Shaking his head, Ryan kicked off his shoes and started shuffling around the garage. He never brought his car inside unless there was bad weather in the forecast, so he didn't have to shuffle under that. But the cards had still gone all over the place, and he grumbled as he dragged himself hither and yon to find all of them.
He had a fist-full of them, and was starting to get a little less careful with his footsteps, when he stepped on something sharp.
"Gah!"
He jumped, hopping back and standing on one foot. He looked down, surprised to see a little slash along the arch of his foot.
The hell...
He looked at the floor, then groaned.
"Oh, great..."
It was one of the cards, probably bent from when he'd stepped on it. The corner had folded down over the image about halfway, which meant that there was no chance of being able to resell it. He picked it up, turning it over so that he could get a better look at it.
"And it was a shiny...Goddammit."
Admittedly, it was a Lycanroc - and a midnight Lycanroc at that - but it was still rather frustrating that he had to throw something away. It could have brought in something, at least.
Shaking his head, he walked back into the house. He had to walk on the outside of his foot rather than flat to keep the blood from getting on the wood paneling, but at least it wasn't quite so painful anymore. A quick bit of washing and bandaging had the discomfort easing away.
He looked back at the garage, considering pulling the cards inside and starting the organization process, but just the thought of going through the thousands of cards that he'd bought just made him shake with exhaustion.
Time enough for that tomorrow, he thought, shaking his head. Then we can see how much more we need.
Smiling at the thought of having a good enough sound system to impress people, Ryan dragged himself away from his chair and towards the stairs. If he was going to have any energy for tomorrow, he needed to get some sleep.
His room beckoned as sweetly as it ever did, and he slid through the door, made his way across the short space between the doorway and the bed, and just flopped into it. The warmth of the mattress - electrically heated - soothed him as he closed his eyes and wormed his way over to his pillow.
"Mmmph..."
With his feet hanging off the edge of the bed, Ryan closed his eyes and let sleep take him away to the land of dreams. The only bit of discomfort that held him back was a slight burning along the underside of his feet, right along the scratch, but he told himself that it was just the disinfectant and let the dreams take him.
Soon, he was floating through darkness, and then, he was out cold.
When he woke, he felt...different. Almost like he was pinned in place, something thicker than his blankets rubbing against his entire body and holding him down against something that was half-wiry, half-furry. Ryan tried to open his eyes, but he could only feel one thing on his face. Not his eyes, not his nose...more like...
He groaned, but it felt bubbly, like the sound was coming up through liquid. When he tried to clear his throat, it not only failed, but it felt...wrong. Like he couldn't it, like he wasn't meant to clear it.
What the hell?
He felt something pressing down on him again, this time something more like a hand, but also something like...like some sort of pressure in his head? Something that was trying to push him down.
Ryan pushed back, and suddenly the feeling changed. Like one of those dreams where you feel like you just finished falling and jolt awake.
Gasping like a fish out of water, Ryan sat up in his bed, the blankets falling down and landing at his waist. He reached up to cup his head -
"Nngh?!"
His eyes flew open again as he felt something different than his own fingers clutching at his head. His hands...what had happened to his hands?
He lowered them, staring at the pads that were spreading along his palms, the claws that had already claimed his fingernails. They were spreading, getting longer and sharper, and his fingers were growing some sort of fur.
"What the hell...how..."
He whipped the blanket off, his eyes going wider as he saw that there were other patches of fur all along his body, all in patterns of white and red. They spread from his head all the way down his legs, forcing tufts of it out in little bunches and strings through his pants, and -
"Oh my god..."
His feet had changed, changed massive. Even more than his hands, they were not human, having swollen along the balls of his feet and pushing out over the edge of the bed. One of his toes had completely disappeared, pulled into the new paw, while the other digits had grown even bigger. Each one was topped with a terrifying claw, and he couldn't take his eyes off them as they seemed to grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
Hell, the rest of him was following along. He had been about five-foot-eight before, but he was already getting bigger, taller. He was pretty sure that he would have measured about six feet even, but his spine felt like someone had gripped it on either side, pulling it tighter, tighter, and tighter still.
"Nnngh..."
He groaned, dragging his heels along the blankets as he tried to push himself off the bed, but that same strange pressure that had pinned his head down before was still there now, almost laughing at him as the transformation continued.
Heh, and here I thought that I might take over before you ever woke up. You're small and pathetic enough that it should have been easy.
"What...who's there? Who's there?!"
There was no answer...not out loud, at least.
Don't bother. There's no one anywhere but inside you.
"What...how..."
You don't think that card hurt just because you stepped on it, did you?
"The...you're from the card?"
Hehehe, not so stupid, after all.
There was a sudden twinge from his foot - his paw - and suddenly they throbbed, growing bigger before his eyes, expanding to insane sizes that no human foot would ever have been. They were so big and so heavy that they tilted him right out of bed, landing with a thump on his floor.
The sudden motion did more than just throw him out of bed, though. Ryan felt himself get thrown forward...and out of his own head.
Grunting, he went blind, his body pinned against the fluff and fuzz of something else once more. No more of the wiry feeling, though, almost like that had disappeared. But the restraints, the hard cover, was still there.
What...
He wasn't talking. He was thinking. He wanted to talk, tried to talk, but what he felt were lips were more like floppy bits of flesh that were slowly tightening up all the more.
"Heh, go on, try and do that again. It feels gooooood."
What...that's...that's my voice!
"Yes, and it feels good to talk after this long."
Something was wrong. So very, very wrong, and he didn't know how to get around it. Ryan tried to squirm free, but it was hard when he couldn't feel his arms.
"Heh, you don't even have arms down there. What the hell do you think you are, hmm?"
I...
"I'll give you a hint. You're still on your body. The body I'm working really hard to improve, by the way. You're definitely going to look better by the time I'm done. But, heh, I doubt you'll get a chance to see it very often."
On my...
He barely understood what was happening anymore. His body was being taken over, definitely no longer under his control, yet, at the same time, he had some ability to move, to feel, to -
Nnngh!
Then he was touched. Touched through whatever it was that held him down, and it felt good. Way too good.
Am...am I...
"A penis?"
Ryan would have blushed if he could, but whatever he was - maybe even that- didn't seem to have the capability. He tried to squirm again, but he couldn't even do that. All he seemed able to do was extend, push forward...and harden.
Suddenly, a source of light shone through the stuff in front of him, and then that barrier was ripped down, out of the way. Ryan would have gasped, but...he couldn't. A penis wasn't able to gasp.
And that was exactly what he was, considering he was looking up his belly button at his own face. He stared through his urethra at the slowly-swelling muzzle that was pushing his lips and nose out. So far, it still looked human, but the red and white fur was creeping over that, too, and he could see his ears slowly rising along the sides of his face.
"Hehehe." His mouth was moving, 'he' was laughing, but it wasn't him.
How did you do this?!
"Cursed card. Long story."
Give me my body back!
"Not a chance in hell, buddy."
The Lycanroc - because that was obviously what it was - flicked him across the head. The impact was just enough to really send a sting through his entire body, and he swore that he actually wilted for a second before he was able to pull himself back together. He groaned, trying to rise up, trying to push against that pressure.
The mental pressure was much stronger this time, and Ryan groaned as he put everything he had into sliding back out of his own penis. He was staring upwards, watching as the Lycanroc took his body and kept warping it, making it bigger, making it taller, the fur spreading until he couldn't see any exposed skin from his waist up.
Whatever the cursed thing was, the Lycanroc didn't like him pushing up. The Pokémon reached down, wrapping a fist around his cock-body, and Ryan groaned in forced pleasure as he felt the fingers rubbing up and down his sides. He shivered, his mouth drooling with pre already at the feeling of someone else's touch.
Nnngh! Let me go!
"Not a chance, bud. Like I said, I'm taking this body now."
No, it's mine!
"It was yours."
No...it's...still...mine!
With a mental lunge, he managed to wriggle free. He opened his eyes, panting as he stood on massive paws, his head almost touching the ceiling in his room. Ryan groaned, panting hard, looking all around.
"Gotta...gotta find...some way...to stop this..."
Shaking his head, he wobbled forward, trying to ignore the muzzle growing out of his face and the pressure that it put on his jaws. His feet - his paws - were hard to balance on, and the feeling of a tail pushing out behind him didn't help.
And the voice was still there.
If you think that you can get away from me, you're wrong.
"I'll burn that card."
Heh, will you? You and what army?
The transforming human suddenly felt one of his new paws go out from under him, and he went tumbling forward down the stairs. He yelped in a most inhuman way, and everything just went bang, bang, bang.
He managed to land on his back rather than his front, which was a good thing considering he was still rock hard at the time. He stared down at his dick, groaning, even as he felt that mental pressure seeping back up into his head.
Do you ever wonder why humans get to control Pokémon, hmm? Why we serve them when we're so much stronger?
"Nnngh...you're not...not real..."
Look at yourself and tell me that...
One side of his mouth opened in a laugh, a laugh that was definitely not his. He groaned, trying to close his mouth, but it kept moving, talking for him.
"All those games are things that you humans came up with. And the more that you played them, the more real we got."
"Shut up."
"And the more real we got, the more we realized we didn't particularly like taking orders."
"Shut up."
He'd managed to roll over on his side, panting as he dragged his naked body down the hall, trying to hold onto some sense of control. One side of his body was back in the Lycanroc's control, but it wasn't stopping him. If anything, it seemed rather amused at his attempts to keep moving, dragging himself along.
"Look at you. Barely able to hold onto half your body, and I'm not even really trying to stop you right now. Do you think that you're going to be able to accomplish anything like this?"
"I have...you aren't...going to get..."
"You think I can't stop you any time I want?"
"Then do it!"
He shouldn't have said that. He realized that a split second after he had shouted it, but it was too late.
That hand wrapped around his cock again, and he groaned, rolling over onto his back as his other half was stroking him, jerking him off. Ryan grabbed the ground, trying to hold himself back, but the feeling of that hard, heavy squeezing along his shaft was just too good. His new cock was too goddamn sensitive by half.
It was too good for him to keep crawling...and too good for him to keep control.
Lycanroc's mental pressure returned, and this time there was nothing that Ryan could do to keep himself where he was. He felt his mind being pushed down and out of his head, and this time, there was a sense that there would be no coming back.
"Well, this will disappoint the others," Lycanroc said, chuckling. "Some of them wanted a fight. But if I can overpower you this easily, I bet all the others can, too. Your world is going to see some major changes."
He barely understood what the Pokémon was saying. All he knew was that one second, he was feeling the pleasure of his cock from outside. The next, he was feeling it from the inside again.
He groaned in the burbling way of the dick, and he panted as he was surrounded by the hot flesh of the Lycanroc's hand. The huge Pokémon got to its feet, its head brushing against the ceiling of the first floor, and he moaned as the other paw came around and grabbed hold of his cock body.
"You feel that pleasure, hmm? You feel that, human? As soon as I finish, that will bind you right here."
Nnnngh?
"Yes, right there. If you had managed to get off before I had taken control again, maybe, just maybe, you might have sealed me in there. But...no luck for you."
He groaned, shivering, trembling, and bobbing up and down as the Lycanroc's cock. He tried to push himself out again, but this time, the mental barrier was too strong. There was no chance in hell that he would have been able to break through that, not even on his best day.
The strokes continued, slowly getting faster, stronger. Ryan could feel himself drifting and fading, his attention slipping and his thoughts breaking down in favor of all the pleasure that was being forced on him.
"Heh, listen to you. Barely touching you and you're already 'moaning' like the pathetic little prick you are."
Mmmph...not fair.
"And it's fair that I was trapped in that card?"
I didn't put you there...
"Heh, no, you didn't."
The stroking slowed, then stopped. For a moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be allowed a bit of freedom, or even a little mercy.
But alas, such was not to be.
The Lucanroc shifted his position, leaning back against one of the hallway walls and lifting his paw off the ground. It was massive, more than twice the size of Ryan's foot, and the underside was still marked with the little cut that had kickstarted the whole transformation. The bandage must have fallen off during the process.
The Pokémon held his ankle up, and then -
"Mmmph...man, my paws are awesome, aren't they?"
Nnngh...not...fair...
He'd never thought about paws being anywhere near his cock, but this...this was something different. Ryan shivered as he felt his entire body engulfed in the pleasure rubbing feeling of that furry paw against him. He was drooling, he realized, his body oozing pre out of his 'head' onto that paw.
He felt himself getting thrust between the toes, gasping and gurgling up even more of the musky stuff.
This isn't...please...no...
"You think this isn't fair? At least you'll still be here. Heh. If you don't go splattering all over the floor, that is. Or into my paws."
The thought of being kicked even lower, forced down into the toes and pads of the Lycanroc's paws sent a shiver down his spine. This was bad enough. If he were to lose even more, he didn't think he would be able to keep his mind.
But it felt so good...
Ryan kept groaning and oozing as his body thrust forward and back, forward and back. The Lycanroc seemed to have no discomfort with the position, and if anything, he seemed to be enjoying it more than Ryan was. Not much more, but a little.
And he was bigger. Definitely bigger. His dick had never been this size when he was a human, and would have struggled to push much past the Lycanroc's toes. Now, though, he was thrusting between them and covering a hefty part of the underside.
He would have been proud if he wasn't so worried about what might happen next.
Grunting again and again from the feeling of being ground against those smooth paws, the furry fuzz that covered the toes, feeling them clenching on him, Ryan knew he was losing himself. Bit by bit, his thoughts were fading away, and it was harder and harder to try and pull them back again.
"Heh, that's it. Just let go, human. Let go and be nothing more than a part of me."
Part of...you?
"Heh, maybe keeping you in my dick. I bet you'd like to be part of all the breeding and humping I'll be doing. Or maybe you'd like it better right in those paws you're oozing all over, hmm?"
Ryan groaned as the Lycanroc suddenly pinched down with his toes, holding him in place.
"You're oozing all over them. I can fell all that slime clinging to my toes. Feels like you want to be nothing but paws for the rest of your life to me. Maybe I should make that happen, huh?"
No...no please...
But even his protests were getting weaker, his thoughts dimming as he felt his body get stroked and squeezed by the paw again. He moaned through his burbling mouth, the taste of pre getting stronger, the need to let loose getting more and more undeniable. Despite knowing what would happen if he lost control...he almost wanted to...
What's...what's wrong with...me...
"You're a cock, that's what."
He would have blushed at the Pokémon's laugh, but cocks couldn't blush. They could only ooze.
"Yeah, that's all you can do. All you can do is ooze and thrust, ooze and thrust and cum. And you're gonna do that before much longer. I can feel it."
And he could tell that the Pokémon was right. His body was twitching and throbbing, bouncing and oozing. It wouldn't be long before he lost all control, and when he did...
Goodbye humanity.
With one last push, he tried to escape his cock, but the willpower holding him down was too strong. The Lycanroc had been held prisoner for too long - he could see that now, the pair of them too close together for any secrets to be hidden - and he could feel the anger and pleasure that came from humiliating and tormenting a human.
Exhausted, he did the only thing that he could.
He came.
Ryan moaned as he felt his essence slide down his cock, oozing through his urethra and then out into mid-air. He felt a complete lack of substance, sliding through the aether, almost like he would have dissipated if he didn't hit something living, and soon. A part of him almost wished that would happen, giving him the freedom to just...be.
Unfortunately, he landed, hitting the underside of the Lycanroc's paw. He groaned, feeling himself getting absorbed into it almost immediately.
It didn't stop there, either. The Pokémon brought his foot down, grinding his feet together and smearing his load over both paws. The former human could feel his consciousness being split between them, being fed whatever they felt, feeling the hard floor under him and the passage of air between the toes. He could feel the pressure on the claws, and more, he could feel the slight sensitivity that came from being fresh to the world and not having any real protection down here.
It also seemed that the Lycanroc had a foot fetish of his own, judging by how much he was enjoying the feeling.
One paw stomped down, leaving Ryan groaning from the impact. Apparently, he could still feel discomfort, though at least he knew that the Pokémon was feeling it, too. They were both part of the same body, after all.
"Don't get above yourself. You're mine, now."
Mmmph...
"You won't be thinking for much longer."
Please...
"No, no. You'll still be alive. I'm not going to kill you. But paws aren't smart. Paws don't have to do anything. They just have to walk, jump...and maybe give a few paw-jobs here and there."
Laughing, the Lycanroc walked the human right into the garage, and Ryan was left blushing as much as it was possible for paws to blush. It probably heated up the floor a little bit as they walked from wood to concrete.
The Pokémon leaned down, picking up the box of cards. Ryan couldn't see what was happening, but he could vaguely hear a few whispers here and there, almost like his host was talking to the cards and discussing something with that. That seemed utterly impossible, but then again, so did what happened to him.
What would happen next, he wondered. Would he be stuck like this forever? Would there be a revolution as people started turning into Pokémon across the globe? Or would this be a one-off?
After all, there were thousands of Pokémon cards in the garage. If even ten percent of them were cursed like the Lycanroc one was, that meant hundreds of people potentially at risk. Considering the raw power of Pokémon and what they could do in their own world, he wondered what would happen if they started spreading in this one?
It wasn't a particularly good thought.
And he was a pair of paws, too, not even someone that was imprisoned and could maybe escape if they did something smart. He was attached to his captor, literally, part and parcel with him.
"And I can hear what you're thinking, too, don't forget about that."
Damn it.
"I also know that you're still horny. Can't be that bad for you, then, can it?"
...double damn it...