Wishes Awry
This is one of those ideas that came to me suddenly and just wouldn't go away until I wrote it. But dang, what a fun idea! I haven't used Grovyle nearly enough, and I don't know if I've used Totodile at all, so this was a very desirable pairing, and I loved how it played out, almost precisely how I was imagining it.
When it comes to certain Pokémon, my general conception of them is a bit different from their canon appearances. Sometimes this is a simple change, like I portray Nidokings as far bigger than their sub-5' stature (hey, they looked a heck of a lot bigger in Pokémon Red) or generally acting as though most bipedal Pokémon have thumbs (that's mostly a convenience thing). But other times I kind of like a generally different shape. Totodiles here are an example, the appearance I give here is noticeably different from the canon version. This is also true for Charmanders, for which I have a particular affinity for Kyrio's interpretation.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between three males, size difference, rough sex, domination/submission, bondage, post-transformation, mild cum inflation, and glib responses to said transformation.
Connor's head was swimming badly as he returned to consciousness. Not painful, but not pleasant in the slightest. He felt strange all over, and his memory was a bit hazy. He wasn't sure where he was, all he knew was that he was on his back, feeling uncomfortable on a less-than-soft surface. He kept his eyes shut, heat beating down from above - the last thing he wanted was to be blinded by the sun.
Uuuuugh...what happened? Why do I feel so strange?
He reached a hand up to rub against his head. That was when he picked up on the first concrete weirdness. Mmph...why does my head feel so...oddly shaped and not hairy at all? And... That hand moved forward, running along the surface of...something. ...Why is my face so long?
Slowly he sat up...no, his body was definitely not right, he was registering that now. It oddly didn't feel WRONG, just...not what it should have been. Blinking his eyes open now that he wasn't staring directly up, he saw blue in front of his face, except in front of his face WAS his face. Looking down, he saw an equally blue body that was his body, all the way down to the flattish feet that weren't that far away from him. For whatever reason, he was a Totodile.
"Oh, fucking hell."
"Sir!" A familiar voice called to him, and a young woman appeared from nearby...now Connor was starting to catch up. He was in the back of their squad van, no wonder it felt so uncomfortable. "Are you all right? Do you remember who you are?"
"Mmph...yes, Lena. I remember." The haze had lifted enough that he had mostly caught up. Connor Marchem, squad leader of Gradian Security Task Force Zeta...they were one of various tactical units assigned to deal with special threats. Gradian had several STFs, some human, some Pokémon, some mixed, all of them about as elite as it got, and they needed to be. This wasn't child's play, they faced insane gang leaders, natural disasters, and myriad other dangers...including the current flavor, rogue legendary.
Legendary Pokémon were known to exist on a different level, but they had avatars of themselves scattered around the world; these avatars weren't quite as powerful as the central being, but still a cut well above your typical Pokémon. The problem was, they weren't all of the same mind...sometimes, you got one that did its own thing, at the expense of those around them. Like their current target, a rogue Jirachi calling itself Shayat, who had been causing trouble by altering humans and Pokémon in unrequested ways. Rogue legendaries could be extreme risks, they answered to no one and were rarely cooperative with other humans or Pokémon alike. Even Gradian, for all its training and tech, had few answers for them at the moment.
I remember now...we entered the cave, and caught that rogue Jirachi off-guard. But it was too quick on the draw for us to take advantage of the surprise...I almost had it, and then it...I remember it said something about...no, it didn't say it, it was just a...thought or something that I picked up on, that it had a way to stop me...oh, hell. I get it now...that eyeball bastard.
"I'm glad you're awake, sir." The third member of the team, a young buck named William, had rushed up not long after Lena did. "I wasn't at all ready for that...I thought you might be gone, that that thing had just...warped your mind as well as your body. We didn't know what to do, so we brought you back out here..."
"That's fine. You don't want to have any mental chaos when going against a psychic...ugh, why in blazes do so many of these legendaries have to be psychics?"
"I don't understand, though, sir!" Lena exclaimed. "I know Psychic Pokémon are capable of performing transformations on people. But we were all trained in psychic defense, and you were definitely one of the better ones out there! Yet, it...just changed you without even a bit of resistance?"
"There are other ways to be exploited, Lena." Connor stood up and hopped out of the van, landing on the ground. It was definitely not his norm - all his perspectives were wonky from being so small. It was going to take some adjustment, and he figured he had better get to it - somehow he doubted that he would be able to ask nicely and get this undone. "You ever in your life wish you were a Pokémon?"
"Er, yes...who hasn't?"
"Not many people. And Jirachi's central power is wish granting. Nothing says it has to be a wish you JUST made."
"Shit," mumbled William. "You think it'll do that to us, too?"
"I think it went for me for a reason. Probably because it knew I was the biggest threat to it. No offense. Still, we can't just let it run around and cause more trouble...I don't want any more reports of trainers being attacked on the road. Come on, we're going back in."
"Right now? Sir, you're a Pokémon!"
Connor looked back at his newest team member with a deadpan look. "I think I know that already. You think I'm any less equipped for this now than I was before? If anything, a Pokémon's less squishy than a human. And what else is it going to do to me now? It's already probably gone the farthest it can."
William still looked doubtful, but Lena nodded in acknowledgment. "All right, sir. We'll follow your lead. Just be careful..."
"I'm always careful. Not that it always works out. I'm not going to have any gear on me, so make sure you both are well-equipped. And so help me, I'm not going to let you live it down if you let a little Totodile outdo you, even if he is your commanding officer."
"Read you loud and clear, sir."
As it turned out, Connor was hardly poorly-equipped despite not being able to take any of his gear with him. A couple of wild Zubats provided ample practice with his altered body, and he found he already had a healthy selection of high-class moves to choose from, as well as a body that had the toughness of a seasoned battle Pokémon. Shayat most likely hadn't directed the transformation in any way, and the changes probably carried over the level of training and fitness that his previous human form had...definitely better than starting from square one, all those years wouldn't be going to waste.
Another thing he noticed was his shape being slightly different from a typical Totodile. His limbs were a bit longer, his body slightly sleeker, his size about the same but balanced just differently enough to be noticeable. At first he had tried to walk more upright, but he eventually found that his balance was better if he was leaned forward more, a more stalking stance that felt oddly natural for him.
I could get used to this...well, let's hope that's the case, because I'm guessing I'm going to have to.
The rogue Jirachi they were after was a nasty sort, causing trouble for the hell of causing trouble. It targeted indiscriminately and left lasting impacts, some of which there was no covering up. It wasn't the kind that would just reverse course and ease up...it hadn't changed him to teach him a lesson or something, it was purely to mess with him. But Connor wasn't one easily messed with.
Deeper they went into the cave, hoping to have a second chance at their quarry. Lena and William were geared up with machines that blocked psychic waves, supposed to make them undetectable by psychic forces; their presences would still be noticeable by typical sensory inputs, though, and Shayat was probably on high alert, so Connor wasn't holding out much hope for another ambush. His plan was to try to distract while his team fired on the Jirachi, specially designed weapons to inhibit and restrain Pokémon. It was dicey - they didn't always work on rogue legendaries - but the security organization was still working on something designed for these situations. At the very least, maybe they could drive it away, though that presented its own problems.
He held up a hand as the come towards a turn; something about it tripped his intuition. There was probably a larger chamber inside, and if there was, that was a possible site where Shayat would be waiting. His comrades stopped on his signal, trying to remain as still and quiet as possible as they waited for the go-ahead. Connor took a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow his heart...direct confrontation like this wasn't ideal, but it was the best chance they had, even if it was his ass he was putting on the line. Once he felt he was ready, he lowered his head and dashed towards the opening, William and Lena rapidly following behind.
Indeed, it was an open chamber and the Jirachi was there, apparently NOT expecting them as it's back was turned. But it heard the rapidly approaching footsteps well before Connor had a chance to get there, and was on the defense more quickly than they could have done anything about. Connor didn't hesitate anyway, rushing forth with a fist cocked back for an Ice Punch...
He was barely a foot away before his body froze in mid-stride, held in place by the immense psychic powers of the legendary. He strained to fight through them, trying to get the attack in, hearing the restraining weapons zap harmlessly against the barriers Shayat place up behind him. With a giggle, the Wish Pokémon floated up to him, blowing him a kiss.
"You really are a persistent one, aren't you? I'm actually a little impressed, most people wouldn't take to that change quite that well...I suppose there's a different little punishment I can give you, though. Making someone else's wish come true...well, you'll find out." Connor saw another light flash around him, though this one didn't knock him out...indeed, it didn't make him feel any different, though he felt SOMETHING...he couldn't tell quite what.
"Such a pity...I doubt I'm going to get any peace here anymore..." Shayat floated away from him again, still smiling almost playfully at him. "Well, I've had my share of fun here, anyway...I'm sure I can find another place to play."
The bastard was going to get away! Connor pushed hard with his mind, and suddenly broke through the psychic hold...but it was too late, his punch hit empty air as he laid out flat on the ground, the rogue legendary teleporting out just a tenth of a second before he could get there. "Gah! Dammit!"
"Sir!" Lena yelled. "Are you all right?"
Connor rolled onto his side and sat up, looking pissed. "Fine...annoyed that the sonuvabitch got away. It's not gonna be back here...gah, now there's going to have to be a hunt." He slowly got to his feet, shaking his head. "There's GOT to be a better way of dealing with these clowns."
"Yeah...there really needs to be," agreed William. "These guns weren't doing anything against those barriers...if we can't get through psychic blocks we're going to be in for more of these failed captures."
"Yeah, well, we gotta get on R&D's ass about it, toot sweet." Dusting himself off, Connor trudged back towards his comrades. "This was a bust, but at least this area will be safe. C'mon, we're gonna have to get back and go through the debriefing. And I sure as hell hope one of you knows how to drive that jalopy - I think I'm not suited for that anymore."
"I'll take care of it, sir." Lena sighed a bit as she followed her changed commander out of the cave. She wasn't even sure what his fate would be following this event...yet he was still more concerned about the mission than himself. As he always seemed to be.
Uuuuugh...forced time off sucks.
Less than 24 hours later found Connor back at his woodlands residence, still a Totodile and still a member of Gradian. The aftermath wasn't exactly bad, all things considered, but he was still finding himself in a position he didn't like - on his own, nothing to do. Being active was something that kept him sharp, and enforced leave was about the last thing he ever wanted. But, there was no fighting protocol if he wanted to keep his job.
The mission had been classified as a partial success - although the capture had failed, the Jirachi had been driven away, freeing the immediate area from its threat and putting a stop to it for the time being. There was no doubt they would have trouble with it again, but it bought them a bit of time to try to figure out some way of dealing with it. As for Connor's status as an ex-human, tests suggested he was healthy and free from any significant deficits, but there were no signs that it would wear off on its own, or could be reversed mechanically. As he rather expected. Owing to his service, experience, and the fact that his fitness was still top-notch, he was to be allowed to keep his commanding position on STF Zeta, and gear modified for his new frame had been requisitioned for him.
But to allow time for the gear to be made, and for 'cognitive adjustment purposes' as they put it, he was to go on leave for two weeks. And when he got back, he was supposed to have therapy sessions with the counselors on-site. All for the purpose of making sure he wasn't about to have a breakdown over this sudden irreversible transformation. To Connor, it was pestering - the fact that he'd been able to keep his head enough to command his team to even partial mission success should have proved that he could handle it. There wasn't anything THAT special about being human anyway...but, again, something like this would have justified their terminating his employment entirely, and that would have been far worse than grumbling his way through some unnecessary therapy sessions. Once they saw that his mind was in the right place, they'd probably stop them.
No, it was the two weeks off with nothing but his thoughts that was bugging Connor more. He'd only just gotten back, having been driving to his home by Lena (he was going to have to figure out independent transportation somehow, but he would deal with that later), and already he was bored out of his skull. Normally he would be reading up on other missions and running through tactics and scenarios in his head, but no work meant no work. One hour in his place was enough to get him wandering around outside, trying to clear his head.
The truth was, Connor didn't really HAVE anything else. Gradian was his life. He had no hobbies, he had no real interests, and he had no social life outside of work. That was him in a nutshell, his whole life he'd never had more than one singular focus at a time. Before Gradian, it had been vigilantism, which had sort of led into that; before that, it had been Pokémon activism. He didn't really have an off switch, nothing to do in his off time that would help him relax and take him out of work; he had tried a few times, but invariably became insufferably bored and unfocused.
And other people...well, there was really only one other person in his life. Gardé, his roommate, a Grovyle. Well, technically, his Pokémon, though it was mostly an arrangement of convenience for both of them...and probably immaterial now, since he was now a Pokémon himself. Even if Pokémon could legally be trainers now, it didn't make sense for him and Gardé to have that arrangement. He was a reliable person to talk to, though...probably the only one that Connor really felt a connection with that wasn't part of his work life. Very different from Connor, he had no interest in that sort of active life and instead went with his type's natural edge with a focus on botany and horticulture. The sort of thing Connor had absolutely no mind for and no desire to have mind for, but hey, to each their own.
Now, with two weeks of nothing to do...well, Gardé was probably going to get extra tired of him.
Maybe I should have stayed back. Tried to keep my edge by looking at some sims online, or looked into tactical gear for Totodiles for some ideas to make myself more effective...ugh, it's just so hard using a computer that size when I'm at this size. Maybe I can ask them to make a Totodile-sized one so that I can keep up with things. But I don't know that that would be enough, I'd probably get the urge to try them out...gah. I don't want to piss Gardé off by forcing him to be around my impatient ass for a whole two weeks. What else can I do? Maybe I should try to find some Pokémon to battle around here...I mean, I could stand to get more familiar with fighting as a Pokémon, a couple Zubats is hardly enough.
That had potential, and it would be a way to keep him fresh for work, too. Nothing to prove his adjustment like showing how naturally his new body came to him, right? So buoyed, he started to hunt, searching for a worthy opponent...which looked like a bit of a bust right off. There weren't really any strong Pokémon around his home. He didn't want to randomly beat up on a weak one, he wanted something to try to challenge him. It looked like he would have to wander further out...and it probably wasn't a good idea to do that without someone knowing where he was, just in case he got in over his head. Which meant seeking out Gardé anyway...but at least with something other than pestering him on his mind.
He had taken two steps back towards the house when something pounced on him. He hit the ground hard, a heavy weight landing on him and dropping him before he could even figure out what had happened. Maybe his thoughts had had him distracted, because virtually no one ever got the jump on him...but for some reason, he couldn't break free from the pin. In fact, his struggles barely amounted to anything. Before he knew it, he was lifted up, one arm wrapped around his body, pinning his arms to his sides, another gripping one of his legs to keep him from kicking. He was entirely confused by the turn of events, but he was about to get another shock, as he heard a voice hiss into his ear.
"Mmm...such a delicious scent. I'm going to love mixing it with my own."
The Totodile's heard skipped a beat. That was Gardé's voice! His Grovyle friend was the one who had pounced on him! Of course, Gardé wasn't aware that he had changed - he hadn't sent any message, not that Gardé would have been likely to get it anyway. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but his attempt to form a word turn into a shocked sound between a cry and a moan when he felt a warm tongue lick his head, just behind his eye. An involuntary shiver ran through his body...he didn't know why, but that felt strangely GOOD...
"Mrrr...your taste is superb. Hm, there's such an odd familiarity to it...but somehow that makes it better. Oh...you're going to be so much FUN..."
Something about the way he said it was making Connor's heart race. He wasn't entirely sure why, there was such a predatory tone to it, one that he'd never heard from Gardé before...was his friend addled by berries? Possessed? He didn't know, but he needed to find out...however, something was wrong. For all his squirming, he wasn't even close to breaking out of that grip. It made no sense, he'd shown superior strength during his conditioning test after the mission, in order to prove he was fit to continue service, he'd been exceptional for a Totodile...but right now, it felt like all that strength was just gone, all he could do was squirm uselessly.
"Oho, you're not getting away that easily..." Another shiver from that salacious tone...he had NEVER seen this side of Gardé before. But...no, it was too natural, too HIM, to be some kind of confusion or takeover. He knew what those things sounded like. "Heehee, you're much too fun a little captive to be going anywhere...I've got just the thing for you, you can squirm all you want in these..."
Connor was clueless about what that was supposed to mean, until he felt something wrapping around his free leg. It was a vine, emerging from the ground below and latching on fast around his ankle. There were going to be more where those came from, for sure, and he tried to pull away but the vine pulled back, holding his foot to the ground. His other ankle soon fell victim as well, Gardé removing his hand to stroke at the Totodile's chest while Connor was ensnared. A strained "hnggg" escaped him as he felt that claws hand lightly scratch at his scales...scales that had barely felt the fangs of the Zubats earlier, but even that light pressure from Gardé's claws lit up his mind. Was that what a type disadvantage felt like? He could imagine how vicious that might be...and yet, this version was making him feel oddly different.
Wait...why am I not saying anything?
He could stop this, he knew it, with just a few quick words, the revelation of who he was...and yet, it was like the words weren't forming on his tongue. If he tried, it would just lead to another cry or moan or whatever sound that was coming out, and he would find himself panting again. He tried once more, but failed again, and two more vines caught his knees, forcing him down further. Again, and another cry escaped him as a green claw dipped into a slit in his groin, sending a thunderbolt of harsh pleasure through him.
"That's all I need to hear from you, now...your resplendent delight, it's like the tastiest berry wine I could ever imagine." Gardé's voice taunted him as that claw fished around in Connor's slit and his tongue licked more against his head and neck, working Connor's body and mind over as he was wracked with pleasure. It distracted Connor enough that he didn't even realize that his arms were released...though not for long, as two more vines wrapped around his wrists, and pulled them behind his back. Once they met, they wrapped together, locking his arms in place. Connor felt the body of the vines get cut, keeping only the binding around his wrists rather than holding them to an anchor on the ground...that tiny bit of movement wasn't going to get him anything, though. He tried again to pull himself free, but there was just no power behind those pulls...it was like his body WANTED to be tied up...
Another cry as the Grovyle's claw made contact with something pushing out of his slit. Gardé snickered evilly as he dragged his claws lightly against Connor's dripping dick as it emerged from his groin, growing out and standing tall. For a moment, Connor couldn't help but be distracted - for his size, he was damn well hung, fairly long and thick with a flatter tip that came to a point and a surface that was smooth and slightly rubbery. But he wasn't able to think on that long, as those claws began to stroke him a bit more vigorously, making him squirm ineffectively a bit under the vines. The ex-human's body was being barraged with arousal, and this was one weapon he had no clue how to fight.
The claw finally released him, and Connor was left panting, a light throb in his groin, shivers of lust through him. He was a virgin through and through, had never really had interest in sex, didn't even masturbate that often, though he might have if it felt like THAT more...he was ill-prepared for this mentally, which wasn't helping with his body's odd refusal to fight things. And that meant, despite the obvious signals, he was still caught off-guard when Gardé stepped in front of him, and he was eye-to-eye with the Grovyle's own shaft. Different from his, pointed and red, and quite significantly larger than his own in both dimensions, with a fairly intense scent of sweetness coming from it...one whiff was making his mind already start to haze over slightly, and he was beginning to salivate, for reasons he couldn't understand.
"Why don't we put that mouth of yours to even better use, hm? Much as I love hearing your moans and cries...well, feel free to get as loud as you can."
"Ah?" Connor wasn't entirely clear on what he meant, but it became clear in a hurry as that sweet shaft was shoved into his own mouth. Immediately, his mind suggested another attack, another show of force that he should have been fighting against. A quick bite to that intruder would have done it...except, he could do nothing except put a light pressure on the shaft and suckle, his tongue running over the bottom of it and lapping up that sugary, syrupy taste. His eyes lidded slightly as he sucked and swallowed, moaning and groaning as Gardé slowly thrust into his jaw.
Gods, it's so good...why am I...feeling like this, thinking like this... It made no sense, how unbelievably amazing this all felt. How his thick, wet shaft was throbbing and pulsing pre out into the grass just from working over the reptile's rod. How his tongue was buzzing from the pleasure feeling that thick fluid leaking onto it, his jaw massaging the source to milk more from it. How that tight wrapping around his limbs felt wonderful and tantalizing, almost as erotic as a direct touch on his gonads...impossibly, he was getting off on being tied up like that. He'd always been one to be in control, to take charge, this kind of position had never been one that he'd imagined satisfying in any way, much less this...it made no sense...
...Oh, SHIT. That eyeball bastard. The second wish.
How did he not catch on before? It was as unnatural to him as being a Totodile was, of course it had to be the damn Jirachi. It could grant anyone's wish, it was unfailingly aware of when someone made a wish, no matter who they were, how far away, or even how serious they were. If Gardé had been wishing for a perfect sub for his lecherous desires, the Jirachi could grant that if it chose to...and it appeared that it had, and Connor had been the one he'd designated for that purpose. And he had no defense against that - wish granting was a power that wasn't like a normal Pokémon ability, they still didn't truly understand it, and there were no tools for combating or resisting it. His fate had been sealed from the moment the eyeball bastard had shone that second light on him.
And yet...at the moment, at least, it was hard to feel angry about that. The shiver that ran through him as Gardé grabbed the back of his head and started to thrust more vigorously was just divine, jetting down his spine and spreading all over, getting him to spurt again, his own tool having a seemingly endless supply of wetness to geyser all over the grass. He sucked and swallowed a bit more energetically, not too much, reveling more in the control that Gardé had over him...there was just this sense inside him that that was how the Grovyle wanted it. And he would know, if he was bound to serve the sexy lizard's deepest desires...
"That's right, slut, that's how you work it...can't wait for my honey, can you? Ooh, your mouth is perfect, like it was designed as a cocksleeve for me..." Gardé words made him shudder again, and moan around the tool in his mouth. That forcefulness, that power that radiated from his voice, it was such a turn on, unlike anything he'd ever come close to experiencing before...he was getting more into it by the moment, whatever inner resistance he had fading rather quickly with the knowledge that there was no way around it. And that left no distraction from the euphoria, the utter bliss of helplessness that had subsumed him. He was wanting it now, wanting more of Gardé's control, wanting more of his dominance.
And though he couldn't verbalize it, that was exactly what he got, as Gardé suddenly launched into a furious face-fucking. His eyes shot open wide as his muzzle was forcefully pounded by those hips, that cock ramming as deep into him as Gardé could get it. More than just the power, it was FAST - he knew the Grovyle was a quick one, but this was on a whole new level, feeling that speed applied to him in such a physical way. Just like everything else, it was amazing, making his heartbeat shoot up, his pleasure spike, his moans start to thrum out louder as he took whatever Gardé had to give. That grassy body hitting his snout didn't even hurt, despite the force of the impacts - it just felt good, and gave him stronger whiffs of the sweet musk the lizard gave off as his slit was shoved against Connor's face.
He could feel that tool throbbing in his mouth whenever it was rammed in, something told him something more was on the verge of happening. And then it did, and he still wasn't ready for it. Suddenly a fat glob of fluid burst out of the tip, right as it was in perfect position to flood Connor's mouth, and before he even fully registered it, Gardé forced his way in again, his dick spreading that fluid all throughout his mouth, slathering Connor's tongue with it. That thick, sugary taste subsumed his tongue, and with the tip forced into his throat, he couldn't swallow it down...though, he could swallow the next bolts that came rather easily, as more of the sweet seed pumped out of the Grovyle's cock directly down his gullet. Those clawed fingers gripped him so tightly as Gardé ground himself against Connor's face, making him taste and swallow and feel and...
And suddenly HE was cumming, spraying jets of runny seed onto the grass in front of him. It was a sudden shock to him, not even getting more than a slight tickle of grass on his tool, the orgasm brought on purely by the intensity of stimulation from his head and mouth and the feeling of being tied up. He could only buck a little bit into it from his well-bound position, but he was certainly putting as much into it as he could, the ferocity of his climax easily outdoing anything he had ever experienced in his previous body and state. And it just kept coming...each gush from his cock sent another lightning bolt of pleasure up through his gonads, shooting up his spine, colliding with the signals down from his head and crashing through the rest of his body, making him jerk involuntarily against the vines and reinforcing the thrill of his utterly helpless state.
It felt like it lasted forever...he was still dribbling a bit even as Gardé's orgasm finished, the Grovyle snickering deviously as he pulled slowly out of Connor's maw, dragging his cock very deliberately against the tight grip it had on him as he did to leave as much of his taste behind as possible. "Hehehe...looks like someone else enjoyed that quite a bit too. That's a good slut, showing how much you love being used by your master. I think you deserve a little reward for that."
Reward? He wasn't sure entirely what that was going to mean, not that he was going to have any choice to decline it anyway. But as Gardé's hand went to his arm, Connor noticed something he hadn't before - a coil of vine that was wrapped around the Grovyle's arm, about the right thickness to be the same vine that was binding the rest of him. Was there something else of his to tie down? His arms and legs were pretty much locked down solid...
Oh...there is.
Gardé was grinning as he pulled the vine off his arm, bringing it towards Connor's face. Dutifully, the Totodile kept his jaw shut while his luscious captor tied the length around his muzzle, locking it down tightly. Testing it, he found he couldn't open even a millimeter - he was completely and utterly unable to counteract that pressure. That, at least, didn't come as a surprise - he knew Totodiles and their ilk had very strong bites, but they could only apply that level of force when closing, and weren't very strong opening their mouths. It felt good, feeling that pressure, though, another way of cutting off his resistance...even if he wasn't going to put up any, he found himself very much loving the idea of not being allowed to anyway.
Gardé left his vision, leaving him wondering briefly if he was just going to leave Connor there for a while...but then he felt a hard shove, forcing his upper body towards the ground, just enough presence of mind to raise his muzzle before he hit. He felt wetness underneath him...his own spunk from before, now smeared against his scales. His shaft gave another throb, and he felt another wet squirt from it, mostly shooting against his own body. Had he even gone soft? Probably not...he'd never been so horny, he'd never known it was POSSIBLE to be this horny. And it was about to get even better, as he felt Gardé's arm apply a greater pressure on him, effectively pinning his already helpless frame to the ground. Once again that reptilian tongue licked at the back of his head, right near where his ear would be...and that wasn't the only hot and wet thing probing at him, as he felt something else pressing against his rear end. No prizes for guessing what that was, and it made him shiver again a little, getting a chuckle from the Grovyle.
"You have no idea how perfect you look like this...all tied up and helpless for whatever I want to do, and loving it so much...really a wish come true, and I'm gonna make sure I keep you for good."
Well, there was the confirmation of his suspicions. That was about the only thought that had a chance to grace his mind before he felt that sizable dick ram itself in to the hilt in his tailhole, and thoughts became unnecessary. His eyes bugged out as he felt a violent burst of pressure and pleasure rock his body, nearly driving him to a second climax right then and there, toes curling at the utter ecstasy he was subjected to. A muffled cry tried to escape, only leaked out through his restrained mouth, but it was enough to make clear how much he had loved feeling that.
Like everything else he had done so far, Gardé showed Connor little mercy. He only stayed still and relished that tight Toto tailhole for a moment, before beginning a rapid thrusting attack that ruthlessly abused his defenseless ass for all that it was worth. Every time he slammed in, Connor would feel that stretch that delved so deep, smearing sticky fluid all over his slick passage. Every brush of contact that length had was electric to the touch, forcing him to squirm around it and amp up the contact even more. And there were at least a couple spots inside him that were especially sensitive, one that really focused on his cock and balls and at least another that spiked the pleasure all throughout his body. Rapidly his frontside became a drippy mess from his own jets of pre, having basically nowhere else to go but against him, a nice cool contrast to the warmth that was filling him.
Harder, faster, Gardé wasn't even at top gear and already Connor was finding it hard to imagine it getting better. And then Gardé went and proved him wrong. "Fuck...you trying to trap me inside you? Loving my cock that much, are you, bitch? Heh, you'll get plenty of it under me, I'll be sure to quench that thirst of yours...well, you'll be doing the same for MY thirst, so it's only fair. My perfect little slutgator..." Gods, how was it that such demeaning terms being thrown at him felt like darts of delight sticking in his brain? He moaned a bit louder, arching into Gardé's thrusts what little he could, proving him entirely right about how much he wanted it...how true it was, he wanted to be Gardé's perfect little slutgator, obey him and do whatever he wanted, let him tie him down and take him at his leisure, physically or mentally incapable of refusing him...
"Ehee, sounds like you like the idea of that...want me to cum in you, mark you with my scent so everyone knows who your owner is? Want to send a message to every Pokémon in the forest who they need to talk to if they want a taste of your slutty body?"
Gods, yes...please...shoot in me, claim me as your master, I want to be yours... Connor couldn't even register the disparity between his normal self and this new behavior anymore, it was just too much of a flood in his brain to focus on anything other than the heavenly pleasure raging through him constantly. Gardé was torturing all those pleasure points inside his body, his cock seemed to be shaped to seek them out and brutalize them with his punishing thrusts and fierce stretching. The thrusts were actually getting rougher over time, as the stickiness of his preseed was counteracting some of the Water-type's natural slickness, providing a bit more friction that made the warmth seem stronger and fiercer, with a bit of a bite to them that he was loving just as much as everything else. How he had managed not to cum yet seemed almost beyond him...and yet not, he realized, Gardé didn't want him to blow yet, not until he was about to be done. The Grovyle didn't even have to say it, Connor could almost SENSE his will imposing on him, blocking him from release until the time was right...
He could feel the Grovyle picking things up slowly, but there was another level that he was certain was coming...and when it did, it still blew him away. He felt Gardé drop almost on top of him, more of that grass lizard's scales rubbing against his sensitive body. The Grovyle's right hand grabbed a hold of his bound arm, while his left forearm came down on Connor's muzzle, putting a fairly immense weight on him that felt oh-so-good. With that weight and grip came the true force that Gardé could give, and another muffled cry leaked out of him as he felt that blazing speed suddenly kick in. So fast, so furious, he was helpless against the onslaught and loving it...that heat in his rear kicked up another few notches as the friction became so much fiercer, the stretch became something that barely ceased from one thrust to the next, his tailhole clenching around the welcome invader as much as it could, powerless to do anything more than stimulate and be stimulated.
His heart was pounding like never before, anticipation and pleasure twining together to excite Connor's entire being. He could feel that throbbing, both in his own shaft and in the cock that was doing its heavenly work on him, Gardé was going to go off soon and probably so was he. If Gardé allowed it, but he was almost certain the Grovyle wanted that, wanted to see the proof of his full surrender to him, and oh how badly he wanted to show it. He'd been teetering on the edge the whole time, prevented from going over yet being pushed so hard towards it, the enforced balance almost mind-numbing on top of everything else that was trying to achieve that same goal. The pressure on top of him, Gardé's physical presence imposing on him as much as his mental supremacy, all too much...and then, as he felt himself barrel towards that critical moment, he heard one last thing from the reptile's golden tongue.
"You're gonna love it, Connor."
The brief, fleeting moment of realization - he KNEW - was almost instantly swept away by both of their orgasms crashing through. Connor's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself release, and if he'd been prolific before this was like a fire hose had gotten loose, spraying in great gushes all over himself, each pulse a thrill and tremor through him that felt so immensely satisfying he couldn't even properly describe it, working to the very core of his being. And that filling, that sticky, thick lizard juice that painted and filled his insides, warming him and marking him, indelibly labeling him as Gardé's pet, a certainty that was as gratifying as the raw sensation of that hot syrup pouring into him, and making him feel just as full. Again he squirmed, writhed, tried to milk as much out of his master as he could, the desire to get every drop in him overpowering and wonderful. And it got even better when that right hand let go of his arm and wrapped around his body, holding even closer to him and making him feel the presence of Gardé so much more potently...such power in there, but also caring, Gardé wasn't doing this for only his own gratification, he enjoyed Connor's enjoyment as well, and that made it all feel a hundred times more delightful.
Even as his climax faded away, the weighty load of pleasant feeling throughout Connor didn't. He was panting hard, wiped out after two momentous orgasms, but there was such satisfaction with the presence of his master both inside and out. He could have stayed like that for an eternity if it was wanted...but Gardé had other ideas. The Grovyle leaned back, pulling the Totodile up with him...Connor felt the bindings around his legs release, that tightness relinquishing and letting him move with his master, laying against him still on that thick tool that had him spread so wide and filled so full. There was a feeling of movement as Gardé took a few steps back, and then sat down with his back against a tree; quiet purrs came out of Connor as he felt a hand rub against him, light scratch of claws feeling so gently pleasant.
Finally, the hand left his body and went to his muzzle, untying it and letting his jaw drop open as he gulped in air. A few moments later, his arms were also freed, allowing him full movement again...he still felt a weakness, an impotence against the will of Gardé, something that would no doubt be ever-present with the Grovyle, and he didn't mind that in the slightest. He didn't have to be tied up for that...but he would be again, because Gardé loved that and he loved what Gardé loved.
Tranquility filled him as he laid against the Grovyle, in his warm and content arms. After a bit, he heard Gardé speak up above him. "I'm glad that was as divine for you as it was for me."
"Mmm...yeah...that was...I don't even know how to say it...like nothing I ever imagined or thought I could ever...ever feel in any way..."
Gardé gave a happy hum, a familiar sound to Connor that upped the satisfaction he felt. "For someone who's never done anything like that before, you handled it quite well...I guess new Pokémon instincts probably helped a bit there."
"Maybe...did...did you know from the start?"
"Nah...it wasn't until I was about to pound that tight hole of yours that I realized why that scent was so familiar. Betting it has something to do with that mission you had...but by that point, I could see how much you were getting into it...well, it would have been such a shame not to finish it all."
"Mmm...yeah, I'm glad you did...this was amazing. I'm gonna love being your pet, I know it. Ah...can you also help me find some battle partners? I want to be sure I'm fully used to this body before they let me go back."
"Of course. You'll get the hang of it quickly, you're a nice prime specimen and I'm sure you'll get yourself in tip-top shape very quick. Heh, so long as you don't mind me making you bend over for a few of them as well...I'm sure they'll be even more eager if they're 'paid' for their help."
"Yeah...no problem at all." Connor sighed happily and laid back against Gardé, almost trying to nestle in those wonderful-feeling scales. Maybe this next two weeks wouldn't be so bad after all...or after that, even. Perhaps next time they met, he'd have to give Shayat his thanks...right before he kicked its ass.