Razz stretches his arms out, letting a big yawn escape as the Lucario wakes up from his slumber. The bushes offered him a nice bit of cover, and safety from any onlookers and the elements.
Once he's allowed himself to wake up properly, the Lucario gets into motion. He's still got a long road ahead of him, and the terrain is rough and unforgiven - so any opportunity for a quick power nap is a welcome one.
The early rays of sunlight reflect in the dewdrops that still cover the plentiful jungle leaves, giving him a chance to get some water in his system before venturing deeper into the jungle, not knowing when the soonest lake or river pops up - let alone one with drinkable water.
The crispy cold dew feels wonderful rolling down his throat as he eagerly cups his paws beneath the leaves, allowing the droplets to roll in one by one.
That's liquids taken care of. Now for some sustenance.
Obviously, his aura sense is the most dominant sensation - perhaps at the cost of other senses, such as smell. A new location, especially a jungle like this, always comes with a bunch of new, interesting scents and smells - each one fighting for dominance inside his nostrils.
It's tough to hone down on each specific scent, but one of them triggers a memory deeply hidden within his mind. He's definitely smelled this before. He can't quite place it, but it's sweet, it's fruity… it's edible.
Closing his eyes to focus more clearly on the faint, familiar smell, Razz allows his footpaws to guide him deeper into the lush, brilliantly green forest. He reopens his eyes once he thinks he's tracked down the general location of whatever the smell might be, and approaches it, led by his growling stomach.
Eventually, Razz finds himself in a tiny clearing in the middle of the jungle. The open area has a bunch of bushes, all around ankle height, and - as if he was destined to find it - the sunlight hits one specific bush perfectly.
The bush, upon closer inspection, is filled to the brim with plump, ripe Sitrus berries. That's it! The realisation hits, the scent is filed away and memorised, and a hungry smile creeps onto Razz's snout. He's had these before, no doubt about it. This will definitely suffice.
Hungrily, the Lucario walks out in the open, approaching the naturally highlighted brush, his paw eagerly reaching for one of the berries, picking one with ease.
The direct rays of sunlight have made the berry slightly lukewarm, tiny clouds of steam rising from the bush as the dew vaporises under the warmth. Razz licks his lips, and without hesitation bites right down into the berry.
He's so distracted by the wonderful, nostalgic taste of the berry satiating his hunger, that he barely notices a second Pokémon slowly creeping up on him. From the depths of the clearing, hidden by the bushes, it creeps closer and closer until it's right behind him.
By the time Razz picks up on the unknown Pokémon's aura, it's already too late to stop a scaly, strong tail wrapping around both his footpaws and ankles. Before he can react to the cold scales around his lower legs, or the creature's - now obvious - nasty aura, he feels a strong tug, and within mere moments he's suddenly dangling upside down.
Disoriented by the sudden shift of perspective, Razz drops the leftover half-berry, bouncing on the grass and rolling out of reach.
With his priorities straight, the Lucario gets pissed at the interruption of his breakfast, ignoring the threat to his own actual well-being. Frustrated, he fires an aura sphere behind his back in the general estimated direction of the Pokémon that has him in his grasp. Of course, it hits a tree behind him rather than the assailant.
Of course, said assailant is far from happy at Razz's retaliation, his coils slithering down to his paws now, binding him both at the ankles and wrist, practically immobilising him.
Only now, the hungry daze fades from the Lucario's mind, and he realises the peril that he's in.
“H-hey! Let me g-go!” he stutters at his assailant, still not showing his face. Finally, the Lucario gets rotated 180 degrees - still hanging upside down, but now face to face with the other Pokémon.
“Now why would I do that, sssilly,” the Pokémon responds. He's standing - hanging, rather - right in front of an absolutely massive Arbok. The Arbok grins threateningly, tightening his coils around the Lucario's wrist some more as a display of power.
“I think you have very little to sssay about your… sssituation,” the Arbok says, moving his body closer to the constricted Lucario.
The Arbok definitely has a point. There's no doubt in Razz's mind that he's done this plenty of times before, given how perfectly immobilised he is. He tries to wiggle his footpaws free, but they're only coiled tighter, his toes involuntarily flexing in response.
“No no no, sssilly Lucario… you're ssstuck in my coilsss,” the Arbok coos, his serpent tongue teasingly licking Razz's snout.
Despite the disorienting orientation he's hanging in, he can still think clearly - the very second the tongue strokes his nose, Razz tries to bite down on it.
Unfortunately, the Arbok retracts his tongue in time, and - as expected - does not appreciate his behaviour.
“Ssstill trying to fight back, huh? Maybe you'll be a good boy inssstead when I've sssubdued that naughty mind of yoursss,” the Arbok says with an irritated grin on his face. Uh oh.
The markings on the Arbok's hood begin to glow, faintly but still noticeably changing colours. The original red eye-like scales light up, shifting to an orange tint and right back to red.
There's a few seconds that Razz just looks on in confusion. He's not quite sure what the Arbok is trying to achieve with his colourful display, but the longer he stares, the fuzzier his mind gets. The foggier his vision around the Arbok itself.
His focus is drawn in as if the glowing, shifting markings have a magnetic pull on his eyes. Soon, that pull begins to manifest, as the usual colour of his eyes begins to fade - instead making way for those same, mesmerising reds and oranges.
Ring after ring after ring pulses in his eyes, and with every pulse, he can feel his grasp on reality fading. He's not too worried about that though. Instead, his mind is distracted by the warm, comfortable pleasure that has started to settle in his body.
“There you go… nice and quiet… sssilently sssnoozing in my coilsss,” the Arbok whispers, grinning as he sees the eyes of the Lucario spiraling under his spell.
Razz's mind feels tingly and cushioned, his stream of thoughts slowing down to a snail's pace as the Arbok's markings continue to pulse and pull. He feels the corners of his mouth pull up into a nice, relaxed smile as his eyelids begin to droop.
“Sssh… ssstop thinking for a bit… I ssshould be the one that doesss all the thinking for the both of usss,” Arbok whispers as he sees the Lucario struggling to stay awake.
“Ssshall I flip you around again?” the Arbok asks. Razz nods subconsciously, not thinking about his actions at all. It's as if his brain already knows what answers the Arbok wants, and he can only comply with that foreign, primal instinct.
The Arbok chuckles. “Very well.”
The Lucario feels himself getting twisted back up again, his footpaws now dangling tantalisingly close above the ground.
Suddenly, the Arbok releases his coils around the Lucario's wrists. Instead of trying to fight back or anything, he lets his arms flop limply to his sides. They're so heavy and relaxed, much like the rest of his body. Letting them hang loose feels so much better…
“Sssilly, sssleepy Lucario… Ssso tired… Ssshould I wrap you up, nice and sssafe in my embrace?” the Arbok asks.
Of course, he already knows the answer. Razz on the other hand doesn't have to know, because before the question has even pierced through his blank, floaty mind, he's nodded his head.
“That'sss what I thought,” Arbok replies. His cold, scaly tail begins to move up again, now carefully twisting up from his ankles, legs, waist…
Razz just lets it happen. Not that he had much of a choice, choices require thinking and that’s something he’s not able to do right now. But, regardless, he leans into the soothing, twisting, probing coils that wrap up and up and up, while his mind continues to sink down and down and down as he stares.
“Nice and tight, jussst the way you like it…” the Arbok softly whispers, his voice growing sultrier by the minute as he continues to envelop the Lucario fully and completely, his tail creeping further up past his chest - making sure to trap his arms tightly alongside - and around the chest spike, all the way up to the neck.
“There you go… and tug,” the Arbok says, tightening his entire hold as he says that, eliciting a forced breath out from the Lucario as his body is compressed. His face gets smushed slightly under the pressure, and a tiny, muffled whimper exits his throat.
The Arbok chuckles at the little sounds the Lucario makes, again rotating his coils to keep the scaly hug nice and tight, while providing some form of comfort at the same time. His markings continue to swirl and pulse, keeping the Lucario subdued and swirly.
“Good boy… Now, sssurely you wouldn’t mind if I kept you wrapped up like thisss?” the Arbok asks. “Nice and sssleepy…”
Razz doesn’t answer, he’s too deeply entranced to even register the words at this point - and too wrapped up to be able to move his head. The only free body parts that can freely move are his footpaws, which continue to wiggle in response to the constant pulses of pleasurable hypnosis, combined with the moving of Arbok’s coily grasp.
Arbok silently chuckles seeing his prey all wrapped up like that. It barely took him any effort to put the poor guy under, deeply zonked and coiled with the tug of a tail. With one last tightening of his coils and a pulse of his markings, he sends the Lucario off to dreamland, before disappearing back into the jungle where he came from - carrying his new friend with him, deeply into the unknown.
![Breathtaking [Unlicensed]](https://va.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5068/5068314_Akkobold_image_123655411_noncustom.jpg "Breathtaking [Unlicensed]")
