[center][b]A Hypno's Help By: VeronicaFoxx For: BlazingPelt[/b][/center] Jake hacked and coughed as he wandered away from the campfire and towards the small stream nearby, his mouth filled with the taste of sexual fluids. It wasn't exactly the worst thing in the world, but he had a feeling that his team wasn't all that interested in helping him to get back to being his old self, that being their trainer. Running into a swarm of mischievous Gengar had been bad enough, but being transformed into a Quilava had put all of his hopes of challenging the League on pause. His team had agreed to help him, but they seemed far more interested in using him any time they got the urge, which also wasn't so bad because for some reason his Pokemon form seemed to enjoy being used quite a lot more than he used to before being transformed. He wondered if it was something to do with his level. Despite being a second stage evolution, he was [i]much[/i] less powerful than the rest of his team, which he guessed was an effect of having been transformed into it instead of having earned the evolution. At least he wasn't a Cyndaquil, or things might be a bit more painful, though a little pain was also rather enjoyable, so long as there was pleasure to go along with it. Speaking of which, he ached beneath his little flap of a tail, though he also wanted more at the same time. He could have gone all night long without much complaint aside from the lack of sleep come morning. It didn't much matter how he was being put to use; licking, sucking, riding, or fucking, it all gave him a high and got him off when he did what the stronger Pokemon told him to do. It wasn't like he hadn't had fantasies about that kind of thing before he'd been transformed, but he'd never really expected to live them out quite so thoroughly, and he certainly hadn't expected to be doing them with his own Pokemon team. He most definitely hadn't expected to find himself getting so aroused by it, either. While being constantly on the bottom of the totem pole was sort of depressing, it also sparked some sort of deeply submissive streak that he hadn't been aware of before. It was all very confusing. He reached the stream and waded into the shallows, rinsing his mouth out thoroughly and dunking his rear end to wash away the leavings that dripped from his well-used tailhole, enjoying the way the coolness of the water numbed the slight burning in his ring. They'd made camp early, and everyone had taken at least two turns before they decided to call it a night, some of them quite a bit more than that. His two strongest had turned it into a competition, which the others had egged on, of who could cum inside him while making him cum the most times. It shamed him to admit that he'd cum every single time, but it also made him wish that they'd kept going, despite how bloated and sore he was. Maybe if he could actually get into some battles and gain some experience with his new body he could start taking a more active role in his own debasement. It would be nice to turn the tables on a few of them. Repeatedly. But that also confused things, because he hadn't ever had much of a feeling about dominance either before he had gotten changed. His thoughts were interrupted by a rustle in the bushes behind him, and he let out a soft whimper, wondering which of them had decided that they weren't quite done for the night after all. But when he looked, he found himself staring at the wide grin of a Hypno who was decidedly [i]not[/i] a member of his team. He leapt towards it, taking an aggressive fighting stance with the flames atop his head and over his tail bursting into blaze. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What do you want?" "Oh, I was just wandering by and saw your camp," the Pokemon replied in a sing-song tone, the pendulum that dangled from one hand beginning to sway back and forth. "I thought I might stop for a while, share a tale or two with my fellow travellers. The fire looks very cozy and warm, yes, verrrry cozy and warm, nice and warm and comfortable, yes." "Yes, very cozy and warm." Jake found his eyes following the pendant as it swung back and forth, unable to pull his eyes away from it. "It's very nice and warm by the fire." "Yes, very cozy, very warm, very comfortable. Your group is new to this forest, and it can be quite dangerous. Why are you passing through here? I could help you to avoid dangers and maybe point you on the right path to your destination." The Quilava felt his flames burning lower as he began to grow a bit hazy, caught by the metronomic rhythm of the pendulum, stumbling over the words that were dragged out of him. "We're looking for someone. Or maybe something. Powerful. I was... transformed. I'm not really a Pokemon. We need to... We need to find something to... to change me back." "Oh, I see, I see, I've heard of this before. It's a rare thing, but it does happen, though why would you want to change back? You're stronger as a Pokemon than you could ever be as a trainer, aren't you? Even as weak as you are, isn't this better? Besides, from the look of things, you've been having a lot of fun with your fellows over there. Don't you enjoy the things you do with them? I can see that you've been doing quite a lot, yes, quite a lot, such lovely memories you have, and you don't seem to be fighting very hard against them, oh no. You've enjoyed being made into their bitch, haven't you? So why would you want to be anything else?" "I... I don't... know?" Jake shook his head, trying to clear it, but the Hypno snapped its fingers in front of his snout and drew his gaze back to the pendulum. When had it gotten so close? But he was an anthro not a Pokemon, a cat not a Quilava. That was the whole point of them going on this journey, wasn't it? Trying to change him back? "But you've enjoyed things so very much so far," the Hypno continued, grinding a hard cock against the side of Jake's muzzle, leaving another trail of slime that he'd have to wash off. "Did you ever have so much pleasure as a trainer? No, no, you didn't, not at all, and why fight it? You're supposed to get close to your team, to bond with them, to train with them, yes? And what closer bond could there be than being their bitch, hm? You know you enjoy it, so why not give in? Why not stay as you are?" "But I... I... I have to..." "Mmm, yes, of course, you have to fight. You're a Pokemon, after all, and this world is full of battles. Yes, but not all battles have to be fought, and not all fights can be won. Yes, think on it, keep it in mind, at the very, very back of your mind, that little notion that it might be better to give up, to give in, because you [i]know[/i] that you enjoy it. Yes. You enjoy everything that is done to you and that you are made to do. You enjoy being taken, being forced, or not so forced, but being commanded, yes, commanded. You were never meant to be a trainer, oh no, you were the one meant to be trained, yes, that's it, isn't it?" Jake let out a soft whimper, trying to shut his eyes, to shut out the melodic voice, but he was caught, and he could feel the doubts and uncertainties taking root. It wasn't anything he hadn't already thought, very privately and only in the darkest recesses of his mind, but the Hypno was bringing them further forward, making them more present, stronger. It definitely didn't help when the yellow-furred Pokemon turned and bent over, hanging the pendant from its erect shaft to let it continue swinging as he twitched his rear end from side to side. "Now, come along, little Quilava, come along, you know what to do, now don't you?" the wild psychic-type teased, and he was right. Jake did know what to do. He could feel himself hard between his own hind legs, feel the little quiver of anticipation that had already begun to build inside him, and stepped forward to press his muzzle between the Hypno's cheeks. His eyes slipped closed as a shiver traced down his spine, his tongue caressing the pink pucker of the other Pokemon's rear entrance. It wasn't something he'd ever have done as an anthro, especially not with a Pokmeon. Well, he might have, but he certainly wouldn't have felt so [i]good[/i] doing it. It had to be part of his transformation, some additional effect that the Gengar had foisted on him. And was it really so bad? Was it a bad thing to get so much enjoyment out of giving pleasure to others? Was it so bad to feel so good being used and ordered about and made to do things that he never would have considered doing otherwise? And it [i]was[/i] bonding him closer with his team, there was no doubt about that. He'd have to think about it very carefully. If they ever did find a way to change him back, well... maybe he'd decide that being a Pokemon wasn't so bad after all. [center][b]The End[/b][/center] Tags: Pokemon, Quilava, Hypno, hypnosis, mind control, male, male/male, gay, rimming Summary: Jake has been turned into a Quilava, and he and his team are on a journey to find a way to reverse the transformation. Along the way, however, a wild Hypno seeds and strengthens the doubts that he's been having since becoming a Pokemon.