Swimming through the deepest parts of the ocean is something Lugia finds to be quite relaxing. It is one of the best advantages of being a Legendary Pokemon, after all. With this ability of his, he could be able to go anywhere in the waters of the world. He also would be able to avoid anyone that would bother and annoy him, too.
As he approaches a favorite hiding spot of his, the Guardian of the Sea thinks about how he'll be able to relax and not worry about anything. Which is precisely what he's going to do.
He makes it to the hiding spot, which is a rather large cave, and lays down on the ground to take a refreshing nap. But before he could even get a chance to do that however, his eyes caught sight of a strange Pokemon coming from the shadows of the cave. What he saw was a creepy looking smile before a bright flash of light appeared.
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Braviary is practicing his Air Slash attack on some trees and bushes in his private training area. He's been continuously going at it for 10 minutes straight, as he wanted to show off his skills to his friend Smeargle once they come across each other again.
"I can't wait to see the look on that painter's face when I show him," he says to himself as he flies back down to the ground. "He'll be so surprised by my power, he won't be able to speak coherently for one minute straight."
Snickering at that thought, the cocky Flying-type walks over to a nearby tree located on his left side. He then hears some of the bushes rustling near it, and turns his head over there to look. He is about to "Who's there?" when a Malamar comes out from behind them and starts to flash its chest lights.
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"Almost done here," the Painter Pokemon mutters as he puts on the finishing touches to his art project. Two to three strokes of his tail brush are needed for it, and he'll be done. He's so deep in his concentration, that he had his tongue sticking out of his mouth. (Of course, it is natural for Smeargles to do.)
With one last stroke of the brush on the canvas, he is done. Smeargle steps back so that he could admire his handiwork with a great feeling of satisfaction. Having complete a full-scale rendering of the Lake Trio of Sinnoh flying around Arceus, it would be quite a sight to see for anyone curious.
"You must be quite an artist if you're capable of creating a masterpiece like this," a voice complimented from behind Smeargle. Smeargle turned around to give his thanks to whoever gave the compliment to him. He only got a full view of a Malamar's slender chest that is currently glowing its hypnotic lights before blanking out.
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This has been a fine week for him so far, and he most definitely enjoyed it. Malamar had just recently evolved from his Inkay form following an extensive amount of training he endured, and wanted to try out his new powers by hypnotizing a few Pokemon. He thought about doing it on a few them, just to be on the safe side.
The three Pokemon that he chose, who just so happen to be standing right in front of him, were perfect to test it on. Not only is it capable of controlling normal Pokemon, but it's capable of controlling Legendaries as well as he glanced over at Lugia. The Psychic/Dark type is filled with excitement at the possiblities in the future.
"Now that I have tried out my new skills, what will I do now?" Malamar asked himself, doing his species' impression of a thinking pose. Now that he's hypnotized a few Pokemon, he hasn't thought about what to have them do afterward. If he were honest with himself, he hadn't even planned that far ahead.
While he was in the middle of his thinking, the Overturning Pokemon kept glancing down at his puppets' feet every time he walked passed them. Having thought nothing of it at first, he eventually put his full attention on them in order to sate the curiosity that he didn't know he had about them. What was it about these feet that would catch his attention like that?
The answer to that question came in the form of an idea he'd just received. Since it might help (hopefully) in solving his problem, he might as well give it a go.
"Wiggle your toes," he said to the hypnotized trio. As soon as he gave the order, all three pairs of Pokemon feet started to wiggle their toes in a fashion akin to that of worms recently dug out of the ground. The thought of that comparison is enough for him to give an amused chuckle.
"Alright boys, that's enough of that." Malamar says after a few minutes. The trio stop wiggling their toes at that point, and go back to being as still as statues. He really enjoyed watching the order get carried out like that.
"I always wanted to try this out," he mutters giddily. What he wanted to try out was another great idea that popped into his head.
"Lugia, sit down on the ground with your feet in front of you. Braviary and Smeargle, how about you go and lick them." Malamar says. The hypnotized trio follow the orders that were given to them without any hint of hesitation.
As the Water/Flying type Legendary sat on the ground while showing his large feet, the only two regular Pokemon aside from Malamar walk over to the feet before they were both in front of them. They stick out their tongues and lean in close to their respective foot so that they could begin licking. (Again, as already said, without any hint of hesitation.)
In a manner akin to an artist slowly stroking his paintbrush against the surface of a canvas, Braviary and Smeargle bring both their tongues up and down all the way from the ball of the foot to the heel. Lugia, meanwhile, simply sat there with that blank expression on his face. He's unable to make any emotion due to being programmed not to show any.
About two and a half minutes of the slow licking pass by before Malamar decides to pick up the pace. Ordering the two foot lickers to speed up their licks a bit, he wants to satisfy his feeling of pleasure from watching other Pokemon do as he says.
Like before, the two regular Pokemon brought their tongues up and down against Lugia's feet. Only this time it's a bit more faster. And also like before, Lugia just sits there with that blank expression still etched onto his face.
The amount of time spent watching the foot licking has been halved due to the increase in speed. Which means that the two and a half minutes from the previous session have now been reduced to one minute and 15 seconds. That, of course, would only provide more entertainment for the sneaky Overturning Pokemon.
"Oh boys," he says when that particular amount of time passed by. "Now that the licking has come and passed, why don't we do some toe sucking next?"
By the time he gave that order, Lugia has already had everything from the toes down completely covered in saliva. To say that the Psychic/Dark type was a bit amazed would be somewhat of an understatement. In actuality, he's downright flabbergasted.
"Wow. You two must have a huge foot fetish if you were to do something like this," he commented. He then made a dark smirk as he said, "How wonderfully amusing."
Braviary and Smeargle, as if they hadn't heard what their master had said to them, get started on their toe sucking right now. They open their mouths as wide as they possibly could. Once they do, they each clamp down on a toe on each foot and begin sucking.
Starting off slow and steady at first, the two friends move rather rhythmically as they go at it. It would seem that even when they're hypnotized, they do a little experimenting with whatever things that they are taking part in.
A few minutes after the slow toe sucking began, it starts to pick up the pace like with the rest of the feet. If anyone else was watching this happen, they might've thought that Malamar's a little impatient or something.
It would also seem that the two slaves are making what sounds like moans of pleasure as they go at it with their task. No doubt this confirms Malamar's speculation about them having a foot fetish minutes earlier. It's the answer to the question on how long they both have had it that eludes him. (Intuition tells him that they must've got it when they were rather young.)
There doesn't seem to be anything worth noting during the current session, as it's just like the previous one, only faster. It's possible that there could be a pattern here for the other 4 toes once they get to them. No doubt the devious squid-like Pokemon would be occupied by something like that.
"How about we move on to the next toe?" Malamar orders his slaves, having grown a bit bored. "I'd like to keep things interesting, and I don't want to have to go through watching a rather... repetitive pattern here." To put emphasis on the last few words he'd just said, he spun the tip of one of his tentacle-like appendages around a couple of times in a circle.
Braviary and Smeargle, having been in the middle of sucking their respective toes, stopped what they were doing and have now gone ahead for the next pair. Neddless to say, the same amount of time and love spent on the first pair of toes is going to be spent on the next pair.
"That's better," Malamar says. "I don't know why I had you both start off slow at first, but it won't be much of a bother this time around."
Time seems to have gone surprisingly fast during this current session. Which is quite okay for the Overturning Pokemon. Before he even knew, his foot licking slaves have already went for the last pair of toes.
"Once you two are done playing with Lugia's feet, why don't you take a long rest? I expect my slaves to be fully rested when their services are needed next." Malamar says to the two lickers. Said lickers merely moan in response to that, before getting back to their task.
As soon as the few minutes of toe sucking come and pass, Braviary and Smeargle remove their mouths from their respective toes. Bits of drool still linger on them even as they closed their eyes and fell to the ground. If it weren’t for the slow breathing they were making, they would’ve been mistaken for dead.
“Well, that was quite an interesting half hour,” Malamar remarked, looking down at the two Normal-Types. His dark gaze then shifts over to Lugia, who’s been still as a statue the whole time. What would he do about him, he wonders.
“As soon as the saliva on your feet dries, I think I’ll be using you as a carrier for any new slaves that I might want to get in the future. You’d love that, won’t you?”
“Yes, master.” Lugia replied, in an emotionless tone. “I would.”
“Good.”
It would seem that the Psychic/Dark type is going to have a happy time in the near future. A VERY happy time.
