[p] Foxfire
The Ninetales was tired of her uppity trainer, and his attempts to force her to forget her favorite move were the last straw. Taking the initiative, she decided to show him just how effective Hypnosis can be...
A patreon reward for Iphidris! Content warning for hypnosis and noncon. This is a bad end story! Thumbnail is art from one of the official trading cards.
The thing about Hypnosis was the move just wasn't that accurate. Carnelian arrayed her tails in a fan behind her, her chiffon-colored fur puffing with invisible force as tiny puffs of flame glowed at each tip, dancing like St. Elmo's Fire. The Ninetales gathered in her energy to bring her enemy under her sway...
But the Croagunk wasn't having any of it. With a guttural croak, the amphibian pokemon shook off her magic power and vaulted sideways, scooping up mud to fling her way. She warded off the attack with a puff of fire, baking the mud into clay, and swept backwards, avoiding her enemy's kick. Wrapping him in her tails, she smashed him into the ground before unleashing a plume of point-blank fire.
And despite Hypnosis's poor performance, she won anyway.
Carnelian felt proud of her skill, but her trainer Vector was less impressed. "That's the third time Hypnosis has failed us in battle," the young man said, threading his fingers absently through his hair. He was a lean, athletic youth who usually wore a red tracksuit jacket with athletic shorts. "Right, Carnelian, that's that." He pulled out a Pokedex and started swiping through it. "Forget Hypnosis. We can have you learn another move that's better."
That news made Carnelian swish her tails angrily, and she barked in protest. She liked Hypnosis. It was a move she had known since she was a wild Vulpix and had served her well. What right did he have, making a call like that? Shouldn't she have a say in what she knew?
Though Vector was clearly apprised of her distress, the young man brushed away her concerns. "Oh please, Carnelian, don't get all huffy with me," he said. "I'm the trainer and I know what's best, and that's that. Once we make it to a city we can pick up a TM to overwrite it with a real move, so you'd better just get used to the idea." Pocketing both his Pokedex and the prize money--that his Ninetales had won for him, nevertheless!--he strolled down the pathway into the quiet woodland, his pokemon having no real choice but to tread sulkily after him.
That night, as Vector snored away in a makeshift lean-to in the middle of the forest, Carnelian still simmered angrily, resting her head on her crossed paws. She had joined a trainer seeking a life of daring and adventure, but all she'd gotten were low-stakes battles and this stupid young man bitching at her even when she won! She would love to just cut him loose and go back to the wild, but with her poke ball tethering her to him, that wasn't really an option, was it? It wasn't as if she could make him do what she wanted.
And then the thought struck her. Well... couldn't she?
She had never been indecisive. The moment the thought alit on her, she rose and padded into his lean-to. He was a heavy sleeper, so she chuffed and nosed rudely into him before he awoke.
"Whuh--? C-Carnelian?" The young man rubbed sleep from his eyes, looking angrily at her. "I thought I'd treat you by letting you stay outside of your poke ball, but if you're going to act like a brat--"
He didn't get any farther than that. Carnelian swept her tails out behind her and summoned her mystic fire.
It was time to show this human exactly how useful Hypnosis was.
The small fiery orbs danced free of her tails and swirled, fey-like, through the darkened forest. Vector's eyes widened and his mouth opened as he could do nothing but follow their glow.
Carnelian smiled to herself. Humans, despite their fancy gadgets, were ultimately so much weaker than pokemon. Even a baby Bidoof wouldn't do much more than fall asleep to a Hypnosis attack, but a human? Just one targeted use and this young man was well and truly her thrall. Indeed, she could feel his cognition nibbling at her own, begging her to give him commands. His pupils widened, nearly swallowing the colored ring of his iris, and embered light glowed faintly within them as he succumbed to her will.
Though she intended to order him to smash her poke ball and let her escape into the wild, Carnelian figured--why not have a bit of fun with him first? She mentally ordered him to stand up straight and he obeyed immediately, rocketing up so quickly that his head tore the lean-to's tarp out of its supports. She snickered at that. Still feeling his ego firmly tethered to hers, she ordered him to strut about the cold and muddy ground barefoot. Then, she made him do a handstand.
While her trainer was balancing on his hands, gravity tugged his sleep shirt down and Carnelian had a good view of his chest. He kept it shaved and hairless, the better to show off his athletic build; his muscles rippled in the moonlight. She licked her lips. Truth be told, she had never been one of those pokemon to find humans unattractive. Now that Vector was no longer as nasty as before and quite biddable, he was more appealing than ever. And didn't humans have whole breeding centers for pokemon? No one could complain about a bit of turnabout. Fair was only fair.
She ordered him to strip, and he did.
Immediately, his sleeping clothes went down into the dirt. Carnelian just appreciated his form even more without the stupid human accoutrements to hide its appeal from her. He was sleek and muscular, well-toned, and even his flaccid cock--visible under a trimmed tuft of red-brown hair--was still enticingly large.
Trotting to a nearby glade, Carnelian commanded her trainer to follow her, and he did just that. It wasn't like he had any other choice, after all. Resting on her side in the grass, she ordered her hypnotized thrall to kneel before her. He did, and at her command he made out with one of her hindpaws, his lips dancing delicately across the pink pad. She rumbled pleasantly in response. Yes... this was where humans belonged. At her feet. Why had she thought about running away from him when the true solution was simply to bind him to her forever?
As Vector continued worshipping her paws, she bade him to attend to himself, and a hand drifted low to his cock. With a few squeezes and practiced strokes, the human's member quickly grew in size to the point where it was now of a formidable size. She eyed it lustily, feeling her inner fire spurring her onwards. But no... no, first she had to indulge herself a little further.
She mentally commanded Vector to shuffle back from her paws. As he did so, she raised her leg, showing off her puffy, soaked-wet spade, hot and flushed with arousal.
She told him to lick, and he did.
Her trainer, his eyes still completely vacant and animated by a spark of foxfire, leaned in and when his tongue touched her folds, it was heaven. Carnelian murred pleasingly in response, directing the human in his every action. She ordered him to trace her folds with the tip of his tongue, dip down into the valley between her outer lips and her thighs, stroke his tongue in as far as he could go. She clenched tightly, feeling her warm walls pressing against his warmer tongue, and the feeling made her shudder. She ordered her trainer to suck. The sensation of him eating her out, his mouth tugging her folds into its warm confines, was divine.
But finally, she'd had enough of the prelude. It was time for the main event.
By now, his own attention had rendered him fully hard. With her thoughts guiding him, the young man aligned his cock with her slick, wet entrance; she was warm and inviting, just waiting to hungrily suck him in.
Strangely, some part of him seemed to be hesitating. Was he actually trying to fight back against her Hypnosis? How cute. Well, it was his fault for trying to control her moves and not giving her any say. Really, this was just what he had coming.
Carnelian's eyes flashed as she summoned more of the inner power that fueled her species, and the mystic pressure was enough to break down the last remaining walls in Vector's ego. The young man looked fully vacant, now, and was completely biddable. Without hesitation he plunged inside of her.
The fox pokemon crooned as she felt the presence of his cock inside of her; oh yes, she really shouldn't have waited this long. Why was she wasting her time battling for this cretin when she could've had a handsome, biddable fuck-puppet to call her very own?
With another flash of power, she forced him to pick up his pace. His hands gripped her furry hips for comfort, and he angled in deep, the new position stroking parts of her she never knew existed. Spurred on by the lusty inferno raging deep inside, Carnelian coiled her tails around him, claiming him as her own. Oh yes, he was definitely hers, now; hers to fuck, to toy with, to command. She was never letting him go.
At her urging he bucked hard into her and she leaned back, panting happily as the first of several orgasms crashed over her. Who needed a life of adventure when you had this to pass the days? She was going to enjoy her time with her new pet, she just knew it.
The young man Vector was never heard from again; one of several trainers who simply vanished while exploring the world. It was the price you gambled with when you lived the adventurous life of a trainer. The world concerned itself with him for a few weeks and then moved on.
But that was not the end of the story. As the years crawled on, word spread that the eastmost wood was cursed or haunted. Trainers who ventured in there--young men, each and every one--had a habit of not coming out. What happened to them was a question nobody could answer. But a legend sprouted about the wood, telling of glowing lights that danced in the far-off trees and of a distant, lusty voice that tried to lure trainers off the path.
Investigations turned up nothing, and the stories were written off as mere fables. After all, surely the locals' overactive imaginations were just conjuring everything: the pale, firelit shadow in the darkness; the way your mind sometimes betrayed you in the wood; and always, always, the distant sound of wordlessly toiling humans, held captive in the thrall of a lusciously laughing bark.