Long story by travisbuchanon: [spoiler] Things have become far too boring as of late. The Seviper clasped his hands together carefully, the light from a candle flickering oddly off well-kept, purple scales. Brooding eyes observed the rest of the tavern, drifting from patron to patron. Such a perfect picture they painted a lively, joyful tavern, full of booze and laughter and music, with all sorts of pokemon... Yet how had it been like before he'd arrived? Bar fights, riots, broken relationships.
It had taken time to fix it all. One after another, Verys had spoken to each and every patron of the bar. Carefully placed words, moving in just the right way to have the light reflecting off of his scales to catch the eye of the pokemon he spoke to, moderating his voice so that it was smooth and deep and impossible to ignore... He'd found a way into their minds, and ever slowly, he'd planted one thought after another.
What angered him was that he couldn't do more. All that he'd accomplished, and Verys was reduced to this little more than the owner of a little tavern in a town no one had heard of, far away from the great cities that pokemon had managed to build. The Swords of Justice had driven him out, a long time ago. He doubted they even remembered that they'd done such a thing, but they'd told him the effort that he'd put into crafting a perfect city of his own was immoral. That the minds of other pokemon weren't his to play with.
Bah. What did they know about order? Allowing pokemon to think for themselves would only lead to chaos and violence; the only way to achieve a utopian city, as far as he was concerned, was if he took control of it. So what if he was planting thoughts in their mind and manipulating them? Far better that than have innocent pokemon die because another couldn't keep a hold on his temper.
The door creaked open. Verys was so lost in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice the Keldeo that walked in but it was hard to miss the sheer presence of the man. By appearance alone, he was unassuming. A thin, lithe body, one that was neither particularly tall nor short...
Perhaps the only things particularly striking about his appearance was the jagged horn extending from his skull and the thick orange mane that he sported, but in and of themselves, neither would have been anything that would normally have caught Verys' attention.
It was the way he moved, however, that did. There was a certain sense about him. Every step that the Keldeo took was filled with confidence, with the spirit of a man who knew and believed in what he was doing. It was very, very familiar way of moving, and one that caused Verys to freeze.
The naga offered a carefully practiced smile as he slid from the table, coiling carefully around tables and other patrons of the bar to approach the new guest. "Greetingsss," he hissed, a tongue flicking out around his sly grin. He extended a hand to shake. "A Keldeo, yesss? A pleasure to meet you... I am Verysss, the owner of this fine tavern."
The Keldeo glanced rather sharply up at him but if he'd heard any of the tales of old, he didn't mention them. Instead, the young hero grabbed the Seviper's hand, giving it a firm shake and offering Verys a respectful nod. "I am Deo, a new member of the Swords of Justice. This is a bit of a pilgrimage for me, if you will I am in search of greater strength so I can better assist my team, and to try to learn from pokemon all around the world."
There was genuine pride in the Keldeo's voice, Verys noted. He wasn't simply bragging about his position; this was something he had worked for, a cause he genuinely believed in. A little cliched, all things considered, but then that was what the younger generation was always like. Too brave, too bold, too... idealistic. The Seviper didn't really hold it against the Swords of Justice for banishing him. He'd thought the way they did, once upon a time, but he'd learned.
Here, then, was his first opportunity to make his own influence on the world once more. Perhaps he couldn't go back but he could seed his thoughts and ideas into this protege of the Swords of Justice, and perhaps establish a foothold on the city through this Deo. With that in mind, Verys put on a charming smile, gripping the Keldeo's hand for just an isntant too long before he let go.
"It sssseems fate has taken you to exactly where you need to be, lovely little Keldeo." The Seviper grinned, leaning back against the counter. "I have been sssearching for an apprentice for some time... Perhapss I could teach you a thing or two."
"What do you have to teach me?" Deo blinked, glancing over the naga in curiosity. There was nothing about the man that stood out in particular, though he was certainly well-built for apparently being the owner of a tavern. "I mean no offense, but you seem to be... well..."
"Jussst a tavern-keeper?" Verys chuckled at the Keldeo's sheepish little nod. "Only because I have put my days of adventure and combat behind me, little one. I used to be quite the fighter back in the day."
"I have not heard of you," Deo admitted. "But I am willing to learn, if you are willing to teach. I need every advantage I can get."
"My name hasss faded with time, you'll find," the Seviper chuckled. "But my skillsss have not, and it isss those you require. If you will permit to speak to sssome of my staff, I will have them take over the management of this tavern during my absence. I do believe I have it in me for one lassst adventure."
"You want to follow me?" Deo blinked. They'd known each other for only moments; he wasn't sure he trusted the Seviper enough for any such thing, nor was he quite comfortable with the way the man had simply invited himself. He had no proof of Verys being capable of anything that he claimed.
"I sssuppose I move rather quickly," Verys laughed. He swayed just slightly in the dim light of the tavern, and well-polished scales glimmered faintly as they caught the light. It was a subtle, barely noticeable movement, so minute that Deo barely noticed the way his eyes followed the Seviper's swaying body. "It isss just... it hasss been a long time since I have had a worthwhile tasssk. Forgive my enthusiasm."
"Ah." Deo considered it; he supposed it made sense, but he wasn't quite sure he was comfortable with bringing what was for all intents and purposes a civilian along with him. He claimed to have skill, certainly, but... "I don't know... I don't wish to put you in danger."
"Perhapsss a spar, then, if you need me to prove my skill?" Verys' eyes gleamed with a certain cunning, the Seviper's hands clasping together as he spoke. "I may prove more worthy than you realize..."
Deo hesitated but only for a moment. This was the quest he had undertaken, his own search for a source of power greater than his own. It would be remiss of him not to give this opportunity a chance, as skeptical as he was. Slowly, the Keldeo nodded towards the innkeeper, who sent him a sly grin.
"Excellent."
The two pokemon settled into fighting stances just outside the tavern, having decided it was best not to damage the place by sparring inside of it. Deo stood in a rather traditional stance, with his legs spread apart and his body tensed to prepare for any slight movement, any strike.
Verys, on the other hand, kept his body moving. Where Deo was a coiled spring, the naga was more a leaf in the wind, his torso shifting from side to side above his coiled tail. It was... rather intriguing, if Deo had to be honest about it; Verys had removed his vest for the battle, and so the sun flickered off shiny scales with every little movement.
"A little dissstracting, am I?" Verys chuckled, noticing Deo's gaze and the Keldeo blushed in response, averting his gaze deliberately.
"N-no. My apologies, I was simply... occupied with my thoughts," he lied, biting his lip slightly as he glanced over the Seviper again. "Shall we begin?"
"Of courssse." Verys smirked faintly, scaled lips pulling back in a look that would have seemed malicious had Deo been watching closely enough to catch it. Instead, he was distracted by those shiny, glimmering scales and was still distracted by them even as the naga abruptly slithered forward, deceptively fast. He was barely able to dodge Verys' fist in time, leaping out of the way at the last possible second.
That marked the start of their battle and what a battle it was. Once Keldeo managed to gather himself, he was a force to be reckoned with. Even Verys had to admit he was impressed; the other pokemon was using his abilities in perfect tandem with his moves. An Aqua Jet timed at the same instant as a punch, an Aqua Tail manifesting right as he spun around...
Had he been any ordinary opponent, Verys suspected he would have lost. But the Seviper was an experienced man, and he'd fought opponents more skilled than this Keldeo. He'd won each time, not for his skill in combat, but for his skill with manipulating the mind.
Verys was the perfect picture of a faintly amused mentor. Deo would strike at him with all manner of attacks, and he would dodge and weave between them almost carelessly, tilting his head to allow the blasts of water to slip past him.
"You have talent, little Keldeo." Verys grinned at the scowl of frustration, bending unnaturally to avoid yet another blow. He saw the momentary flicker of distraction, the way Deo's eyes briefly focused on his scales before pulling back into the fight. "But alasss, you are not quite ready to fight an opponent like myself just yet..."
"I may not have hit you, but you have yet to land a blow on me," Deo pointed out, his tone resolute. "I would not assume this fight is over just yet."
"Perhapsss," the Seviper hissed, chuckling softly. Despite the rapid movements of his body, he didn't seem at all tired; unlike the Keldeo he fought, his breathing came out in smooth, measured breaths, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace.
Deo blinked. What was he doing staring at the Seviper's chest?
"Or perhapsss... you have already lost," the Seviper suggested. "Isn't it disstracting, ssstaring at my scales like that?"
"I, uh..." Deo blanched a bit, stopping momentarily to catch his breath and to avoid the Seviper's gaze. "...I was hoping you wouldn't notice. My apologies."
"None necesssary," Verys smiled. "I keep them well polished for a reason, little Keldeo. There is a certain... quality to them, I find, that keepsss the eye distracted... focused on the nice, shiny scales... the way the light shifts acrossss them, every time I move..."
"I-It's quite the effective technique," Keldeo blinked, then blinked again, trying not to let his eyes follow the shifting of Verys' scales as the Seviper spoke. It was rude, he told himself yet he couldn't quite take his eyes off the light playing across the naga's scales. "An effective distraction, but I am afraid one I likely will not be able to employ."
"You are correct, it isss not something I can teach," Verys agreed easily, slithering carefully around the Keldeo. Deo turned to keep facing the naga, barely noticing the way the other male's coils were slowly wrapping around him as he turned. "It is, however, sssomething you can learn to resist..."
"Resist..." Deo muttered, eyeing the Seviper. "I should, shouldn't I...?"
"Of courssse," Verys insisted. He kept his body swaying, shifting from side to side as light played along the scales of his torso and he watched as Deo slowly but surely succumbed, his mind losing itself to the distracting display. "You need to stare carefully at the light... watch it dance along my ssscales... learn to avoid dissstraction in combat. It isss the first of many lessons I can teach you..."
"Teach me..." Deo muttered, his eyes still following the unusual play of light.
"Jusssst think about it," the Seviper hissed, keeping his body moving and swaying, watching as Deo's eyes followed the movements of his torso. "Watch the light on my scalesss... It's hard to think, isn't it? It'sss so very disstracting... You want to be a good warrior, don't you? A hero?"
He hadn't lost his touch, it seemed. Even after all this time without a new victim, he remembered the principles of hypnosis he had to make his victim want it as much as he did, trick the mind into following patterns and making it go around in circles. Lost and confused minds were all the easier to manipulate and suggest, and his own abilities helped to augment the otherwise natural phenomenon.
"Want to be a hero..." Deo said softly. His fists clenched briefly before relaxing, and the Seviper smiled in response.
"Then keep your eyesss on the light... watch as it plays acrosssss my scalessss... you must learn not to be so easily distracted, little Keldeo, and to do that you musssst first study what it is that dissstracts you." Verys slithered around carefully, the coils of his tail wrapping around the Keldeo without him noticing. Deo's was too preoccupied watching the Seviper's torso, his mouth hanging just slightly open.
"Study..." That was the only word the Keldeo repeated, and it seemed the only word he was capable of repeating. His eyes were blank now, lost in the glimmer of light on the Seviper's scales, and Verys knew he had the hero right where he wanted him.
"It'sssss difficult for you to think, isn't it...?" Verys' voice was gentle surprisingly kind, in fact, if only because that was the voice that people responded best to while they were in a trance. "Don't worry, this is your first time being under... Just relax... It's easier not to think, isn't it? So much easier... Just let me do your thinking for you..."
"For me..." There was a hint of a question in Deo's voice, almost as though he was about to wake up. Verys didn't seem concerned; he took it in stride, going with the flow of the thoughts that Deo's subconscious mind brought up.
"Of course... You're ssstill new at this, aren't you...? You need someone to guide you, to teach you... and I can be that person. I can help you to think when it's hard... just let go and stop thinking so much. Let me do your thinking for you. It's easier to just watch... To let your thoughtsss drift..."
It was, the Keldeo had to admit though he couldn't quite articulate those thoughts at the moment. It was far easier, as the Seviper said, to simplyt focus on the play of light across Verys' scales. He was dimly aware in the back of his mind that he was caught in a bit of a cognitive loop, but it was so difficult to break out of it. Easier to just watch... To let his thoughts slowly drift, just like the nice Seviper had said...
"Good..." Verys hissed softly, watching as the Keldeo's expression slowly became slack-jawed, his eyes unfocusing and gazing off into the distance. "Repeat after me... Your words are my thoughts..."
"Your words... are my thoughts..." Deo repeated, seeming a little hesitant as he responded but he'd been told to let the Seviper think for him, and he trusted the other pokemon, didn't he? He couldn't think of a reason not to; the naga had been so nice to him...
"I want Verys to be my mentor..." The Seviper's words were slow and careful, the sort of thought process that would fit an entranced pokemon. In the state that the Keldeo was in, his words would seep slowly into the Keldeo's mind, becoming thoughts that Deo would think were his own. "It's ssstrange, but he seemsss... attractive to me... I can't help but stare at him when he thinks I'm not looking..."
That part he'd added in a little bit because of his own pride, Verys admitted but it fed his ego in a strange way, sent a strange thrill through his body at the thought of the Keldeo being attracted to him because of the thoughts he was implanting into his mind. Over time, he would be adapt it into an impossible, insatiable lust. He could do it now, but...
What was the fun in making things so easy? He wanted to see the Keldeo struggle to come to terms with being attracted to a male. Even now, glancing carefully over the Keldeo's body, he could see the bulge in the Deo's pants throbbing slightly as he stared at the naga's exposed muscles and scales. A bit of drool escaped from the Keldeo's still-slack jaw, and Verys grinned, putting on a bit of a display for the entranced male, shifting and flexing on his coils.
"I want to obey him..." he whispered, hissing softly against the Keldeo's ear. "He is ssstrrrrong, and admirable, and handsssome... I will let him teach me, and try to grow clossser to him... I will ask for a spar every night, and let him entrance me..."
He could see the pokemon shudder slightly as the thoughts took hold in his mind. Verys would be the first to admit that he'd allowed himself to get a little carried away; those words weren't quite the thoughts that Deo would have, and there would be a slight cognitive dissonance as the thoughts occurred to the Keldeo throughout the day. He wondered if the other pokemon would notice, and decided that the thrill it added to his game only made it all the more fun.
Verys grinned, running a single finger down the center of Keldeo's chest. "In a moment, Verys will count down to ten..." He said, his words soft. "When he says 'one', I will wake up. I will think that Verys won the ssspar easily, and I will want him to teach me more than anything else in the world. I will idolize him, ressspect him... lust after him..."
Deo could only nod. His eyes were still blank; were it not for the occasional flicker of life and thought, Verys would have been worried that something had happened to the pokemon during his trance. Slowly, he began to count.
"Ten..."
"...One."
The Keldeo blinked, looking up at Verys' body surprisingly close to him, his coils wrapped entirely around the smaller pokemon's body. He let out a gasp and tried to squirm away, his movements frantic, yet the larger pokemon seemed to have him held tight. How in the world had he won so quickly?! He could barely even remember the details of the fight. Some flashes of movement, perhaps, the flicker of scales against sunlight... Verys was absurdly fast, and absurdly skilled.
He barely even realised he was blushing from the Seviper's closeness to him. His breathing was just a little bit heavier than it should have been, and if he'd been paying attention, he would have noticed the slight flow of blood in the direction of his groin. As it was, he was still too surprised to notice.
"What the hell?" Deo demanded then let out a short, barking laugh, his tone much more respectful than it had been before. There had been a sort of polite detachment in his conversations with the Seviper before. Now it was a respectful tone, warrior to warrior. "You're a lot better than I was expecting, I'll give you that. I'd... I'd really appreciate it if you could teach me, actually."
He'd stammered. Why had he stammered? Deo almost frowned, wondering why his heart was beating just a bit faster than normal. He respected the other male, certainly, and he could see how well the Seviper took care of his body. His scales were well-polished, and he had strong muscles that were clearly defined just under the scales... Focus, he scolded himself, feeling his cheeks color further in a blush. Verys smirked at him, knowing the thoughts that were most likely going through the Keldeo's mind.
"I would be more than happy to," he responded, tilting his body in a slight bow. The movement brought him just a little too close to the Keldeo, who stiffened in response without even realising it. Verys had to stifle a laugh; the poor pokemon hadn't even realised his newfound attraction just yet. "As I've said, I'll let some of my staff know that I'll be away for a while. At least, if you don't mind me accompanying you on part of your journey?"
"O-Of course!" Deo responded quickly, hating the way he was stammering. What was he, a teenaged pokemon fawning over their first crush? He didn't even like males! But the Seviper, admittedly, had a certain strength that he respected. "I... I would be honored, Verys."
"Master will be fine," Verys said with a wink. Deo laughed nervously.
He couldn't quite tell if the Seviper was joking. What was worse was that he couldn't quite tell if he liked the idea; something in his lower regions seemed to twitch at it... but that couldn't be the case. No way.
"Ah, well... let's get our things, shall we?" The Keldeo said quickly. Verys smirked, gesturing for the other pokemon to lead the way and stealing a very blatant glance at Deo's ass as he did so. A fluffy tail twitched over a tight, curvy ass... and a most likely virgin one, to boot.
Oh, he would have fun with this pokemon.
A day.
Deo had only been travelling with Verys for a day, and he could swear he was going insane. The pokemon seemed to take every opportunity he had to tease him, going from taking off his vest for no reason in particular to performing prolonged stretches that had the Keldeo staring without even realising he was doing so. Every time he'd questioned the pokemon, he'd been told it was hot.
"Doessss it bother you?" Verys asked, affecting a tone of concern. Deo blanched at the question.
"N-no. Of course not." His response came just a little too quick.
"We could alwaysss take a dip in the lake," Verys teased with a small chuckle. It was certainly hot enough to do so but Deo shuddered, shaking his head immediately at the thought. The idea of Verys' scales dripping wet, drops of water gleaming off of his scales...
That was not what he needed. That was the opposite of what he needed! He needed a cold shower, yes, but not in a place where Verys could join him.
What baffled him was where these thoughts had even come from. He'd never felt any attraction to a male before, and yet now with Verys, he could barely stop stealing a glance at him. The pokemon was everything he had never known he'd wanted in a male handsome, strong, with a disarming wit and gleaming, beautiful scales...
Stop it, Deo, he told himself firmly. I have no idea where these thoughts are coming from, but I'm not going to have anything to do with them.
...I will ask for a spar...
Deo paused. He didn't have any idea where that thought had come from it was disconnected from the rest of his thoughts, an idea that had come out of nowhere. Come to think of it, though, it was a good idea... Verys had beaten him once. It didn't mean that the Seviper would manage to do it a second time, and perhaps this time he'd at least figure out how he'd managed to do it.
There wasn't any harm in trying, anyway. It would be a good way to work off the frustrations of the day he'd had a long trek through the woods, and maybe he'd get the chance to see that handsome smirk on Verys' face again
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He wasn't going there. Deo frowned, then glanced over at the Seviper.
"Hey. Think we could spar again tonight?"
"That ssssoon?" The Seviper pretended to be surprised, a scaled brow rising. "We have had a bit of a long day, have we not? Perhapssss you should rest, instead..."
"I think a spar will do the both of us some good," Deo insisted, dropping into a fighting stance as he allowed the equipment he was carrying to fall to the ground. "Come on, just one spar. I need to get a handle on how you fight; maybe it'll help me learn."
"I ssssuppose..." Verys said, keeping his tone doubtful but already his body was swaying gently. This time, it was the moonlight that caught his scales, and god but the naga looked beautiful under the pale light. There was something to his eyes, too, a strange pattern in them that almost seemed to draw Deo in...
In any other situation, the Keldeo would have glanced away, embarrassed by how deeply he was staring at Verys. As he thought to do so, however, another foreign thought echoed in his mind.
...let him entrance me...
As soon as the thought occurred to him, Deo relaxed, allowing his eyes to gaze passively into the naga's own. There wasn't really anything wrong with staring for just a little while, was there? It wasn't like the naga would do anything bad to him... He'd had plenty of opportunity to take advantage of Deo while they were traveling together, and yet he hadn't done a thing.
Those eyes, though... The longer he stared, the more they seemed to draw him in. Deo couldn't have looked away then even if he'd wanted to; spirals seemed to develop on the other pokemon's eyeballs, imprinting themselves over his vision. Every time he tried to look away, his eyes would inevitably be drawn back into that pattern pulled back to the center of that spiral, over and over and over...
In the back of his mind, he could hear Verys saying something, but his conscious mind was no longer paying any attention. The words were a soothing background noise to the swirls that dominated his thoughts, and so the Seviper was free to plant whatever thoughts he wanted, whatever triggers he thought would fit.
And oh, the ideas he had. The attention that Deo had given him today had excited him, he couldn't deny that; and it had been a long time since anyone had drawn his attention in such a way... yet there was something about the naive innocence the young hero sported that made Verys want to corrupt him, to take his mind and own it so there would be little more than a lustful servant left behind.
That, of course, wouldn't be any fun if he made it too easy for himself. He liked watching the fight liked seeing his victims battle with the thoughts and lusts he implanted into them. There was always a part of them that understood it wasn't quite natural, but they never could quite overcome the hypnotic triggers he planted into them.
Case in point.
"It'ssss easy to look into my eyesssss, isn't it...?" The Seviper asked, his voice soft and coaxing. He saw the faint nod that the Keldeo responded with and grinned faintly to himself. Deo was getting drawn in all the faster now, and it was taking less and less effort to induce the pokemon into a trance. "Easy to lose your thoughtsss in my eyes... Just stare, and let your mind drift away..."
"Drift..." Deo repeated dumbly. The rest of his body had gone slack, unable to move.
"That'ssss right..." Verys hissed softly. "Your mind isss empty, just waiting for the right thoughtsss to fill it up again..."
Deo didn't respond to that one. Instead, he stared straight ahead, his muscles having gone entirely slack. Had it not been for the fact that Verys had moved close enough to support the pokemon with his coils, the Keldeo would likely have collapsed entirely.
"Now, I want you to listen very, very carefully." Verys grinned, unable to help the twinge of excitement that ran through his body and his sheathed cock as he spoke. "You are having greater difficultiessss hiding your attraction towards your mentor... Just looking at the sssnake makes you uncontrollably hard, makes your cock throb and leak."
Again, Deo didn't quite respond but a growing bulge in his pants told Verys that his words were getting through to the man. He shivered, a wetness appearing in the front of his pants as precum began to drip from his shaft. Even in his dazed, entranced state, he couldn't help but reach down for the bulge into his pants.
"Sssstop." Verys' command gave him pause, and he halted with a hand just inches from the leaking hardness between his legs. "You will not touch yourssself... not now, not later. No... You will wait until thissss snake tells you to. He will whissper the word 'justice', and you will not be able to help but get hard. Sssso hard you need to touch yourself... You won't care that I'm watching. A part of you will revel in it, will rejoice in showing off your body to me..."
The Keldeo grunted softly at that. It was the only indication that he'd heard the Seviper at all; his arms hung limply at his sides, and he gazed unblinkingly into Verys' eyes. The poor pokemon was lost entirely in a trance, and each time the naga drew him into one, it became easier and easier to control him.
It would be interesting to see when the Keldeo finally realised just how much control his mentor had over him. By that point, he wouldn't be able to fight his urges. He would succumb just like everyone else had, and give his mind over to his instincts.
"Now... when I count down from ten, you will forget all about thissss... You will remember only my commands, and you will find that your lussst for me is all the greater. You will remember that I beat you in the spar, that I pinned you down. You are flustered... but unssspeakably turned on."
Verys grinned. He pushed the entranced Keldeo slowly down against the leaves of the ground, his hands pinning the other pokemon's shoulders into the dirt. They were close, their chests almost touching, Deo's throbbing bulge just inches away from his skin. He leaned in, a forked tongue flickering over the Keldeo's ears, and whispered in a way that would have been lewd had the pokemon been able to understand his tone.
"Ten..."
"...One."
Deo started. How in the world had the Seviper been so fast? The battle had been over before it had even really begun, and if the Keldeo hadn't known any better, he would have said that Verys had actually improved since their first spar. The punches had been delivered too fast for him to recover, the tail had been used as a weapon just as much as a tool for mobility...
He hadn't even stood a chance. Deo might have felt ashamed about how quickly he'd lost, if he wasn't utterly distracted by how close the Seviper was to him. Those gleaming scales were just inches away from his skin, that hot, muscular body practically pressed right up against him. His shout of protest became more of a squeak, even as it began.
"I ah... please get off." Deo wasn't even looking at the Seviper; he was blushing furiously, his cock aching between his legs. He could barely even try to squirm out of the naga's grip; every little movement sent his sensitive shaft brushing against the fabric of his pants, and it took a lot of effort for the poor Keldeo not to moan.
"Why? Issss the poor little Keldeo a little too... excited?" Verys teased, his tongue flicking out against Deo's ear. The Keldeo blushed again, his skin red underneath his fur.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. All he needed to do was push forward with his hips a few inches, and his cock would be pressing against those smooth scales of the naga's... but damn it, he couldn't let himself think like that.
"Sure you don't," Verys laughed softly, pulling back from the Keldeo and offering the other pokemon a wink as he helped him up.
"I don't!" Deo protested but his own words were feeble, even to his ears. He couldn't help but check his mentor out again, his eyes roaming that magnificently scaled body, the smooth, sinuous movement of muscle. He shook his head abruptly, feeling his cock throb. "Let's just... let's just keep going."
The thought of relieving himself and finding a quiet spot to masturbate didn't even occur to him.
Deo's dreams were rather unsurprisingly painfully lewd, filled with scene after perverted scene, usually involving him being wrapped up in the Seviper's coils in one way or the other. It was hard not to think of his mentor in anything other than sexual terms, especially after Verys' blatant acknowledgement of his attraction. He hadn't responded, sure, but...
He hadn't exactly rejected him, either. Deo gulped a bit at the thought, the young hero not quite sure what to make of his growing attraction to the snake. Surely it wasn't right for him to have feelings for someone that was teaching him? Yet there had been no reproach in Verys' eyes. If anything, there had been... interest.
Deo gulped, glancing again over to the naga that was slithering in front of him through the forest. God, but it was so easy to lose himself in the pokemon's scales, in fantasies about being fucked yet every time he reached down, something told him not to. It would be wrong to do anything about his arousal with his mentor so close by, anyway. Surely.
Still, the poor Keldeo was practically panting by the time the sun began to set. It wasn't quite by choice that the words sprang from his lips; the suggestion had been planted before, and he thought the thought was his own, though he couldn't fathiom why he had it. All he wanted was to rest, to get away from the snake's distractingly handsome visage.
"Shall we spar again, master?" the Keldeo spoke, his gaze surprisingly steady. For all his internal turmoil, it didn't quite manifest itself in his words. No, it was apparent only in his body language in the way his legs shifted against one another, the way his hips couldn't quite stop swaying. "I'd like to learn a bit more from you, this time."
"Oh?" Verys tilted his head, pretending to consider the other pokemon's words. A smile came to the Seviper's lips. "In that case, shall we try something different, my little Deo?"
"Different?" The Keldeo blinked, trying to ignore the way the Seviper's words made his cock twitch. "What do you mean?"
"Show me your fighting stances," Verys ordered. "I'll correct them, show you what's wrong."
"I, ah..." Deo was suddenly a little less certain, his voice and gaze both faltering. He knew what Verys meant, and he knew it meant that the Seviper would be pressed up close against him, correcting each and every error in his stance. He should know; his adoptive father, a Terrakion by the name of Magnus, had done much the same thing. "Maybe we should just rest for the night."
"Nonssssense," Verys responded with a smirk. "This isss far less tiressome than a spar. Get into position."
Try as he might, Deo couldn't quite think of a reason to protest. The Keldeo let out a soft grunt as he acquiesced, settling into the first combat stance he could think of legs spread apart to steady himself on the ground and lower his center of gravity, muscles tensed and coiled, ready to spring out of the way at a moment's notice.
Verys smiled, slithering far too close to Deo. His coils pressed up against the smaller pokemon's legs, nudging them in minute ways to correct their positioning. "Very good... You were trained well, jussst some small mistakes to correct..."
The Keldeo had no idea if there was anything worth learning from what Verys was teaching him. Try as he might, he simply couldn't pay any attention to what the Seviper was saying or doing; he was, instead, far too conscious of the way the other male's body was pressed up against his own. Scaled fingers gently adjusted the position of his fists, and all Deo could do was let out loose, shaky breaths, trying desperately to control his arousal.
Even if Verys hadn't been perfectly aware of the triggers he'd programmed into the smaller pokemon, he would have been able to sense the poor Keldeo's arousal just by the pheromones he was putting off.
"Here'sss one mistake," he whispered softly, a smirk curving onto the Seviper's lips. His fangs scraped gently against Deo's skin, making the other pokemon shiver beneath him. "Did Magnus never tell you to watch out for a certain Seviper?"
It took only a moment for Deo to make the connection. He'd never told Verys the name of the other Swords of Justice, nor were they very well known; the pokemon of the Swords tended to use fake names to preserve their identities and make sure that those close to them would not come to harm. Very, very few pokemon knew of Magnus' name and only one Seviper that he could think of.
"You're!" Deo tried to jerk away, his eyes widening with panic, his arousal momentarily forgotten. Verys' coils, however, were wrapped too tightly around him for him to get away. The Seviper laughed softly, tongue flicking out against the Keldeo's ear.
"I am," Verys whispered. "Pity the Swords of Justice aren't around to see thissss..."
Deo froze.
There was, in the back of his mind, a small part that the Seviper's hypnosis had yet to reach. That part of him cried out in alarm, but it could do nothing about what had already been changed about him. He had let his guard down and allowed Verys into his mind, allowed suggestions to be planted into the depths of his subconscious. Even aware of the Seviper's abilities, there was little he could do to stop what was already in place.
He groaned. The sound turned into an embarrassingly loud moan as his cock flared and throbbed, the heat that had been building within him all day spiking up to a sudden peak. His hands scrambled to free his shaft, uncaring of the fact that the Seviper was watching, uncaring of the fact that this was an enemy of the Swords that had him wrapped up and trapped.
All he cared about all he could care about was the throbbing meat in his hands, the feeling of utter pleasure as his fingers stroked up and down the precum-slicked shaft and teased the ring in the center, the thought of his master pressing and rubbing against him. The Seviper's smooth scales felt like a teasing caress against his skin, and Deo couldn't help but gasp, jerking his hips up against the creature that had him pinned.
"Look into my eyessss," Verys suggested and though there was a significant part of Deo that knew this was a bad idea, he couldn't help but do so anyway. The Keldeo's eyes darted up to meet the Seviper's own swirling orbs, and where before it had taken a moment for him to lose his mind, it now took only seconds.
He'd been trained on it, after all. The Seviper had gotten past the barriers of his mind once, and it made it nearly effortless for him to do so again. Even in the Keldeo's aroused, overwhelmed state of mind, it took only moments for him to lose himself in the Seviper's gaze once more and when he did, the speed of his stroking slowly slackened, falling off entirely.
All that was left were the Seviper's eyes. It was so easy to lose his mind into the swirling patterns, into the strange, hypnotic throbbing that seemed to originate from the very center of Verys' slitted eyes.
"Lossst already?" Verys hissed, seemingly amused. He coiled rapidly around the would-be hero, allowing the Keldeo to rest on the mass of his coils as he slowly tipped over. "Easy to jusssst stare... Sstare and forget..."
"Stare and forget..." Deo repeated softly, slowly. His dick was still hard, aching, but he ignored it in favor of the Seviper's hypnotic eyes.
"To forget is pleasurable..." Verys prompted slowly. Thick, scaled fingers reached down to the equine pokemon's cock, trailing along the slick length playfully, giving it a gentle squeeze. He saw the shudder in the entranced Keldeo's body, saw the way his shaft twitched and precum slid out of the tip.
"To forget is... pleasurable..." There was a moment of hesitation, but he relaxed into a moan as the Seviper's fingers teased him.
"To obey is... exquisssite..." Verys hissed out the words, finding it almost difficult to concentrate. It was easy for him to entrance, to bend others to his will but there was always the feeling of power that came with it. To know that he had such control over another pokemon's body, to know that a hero would do anything and everything he said...
His own cock, larger than even the Keldeo's, began to poke out of his shaft as a thrum of arousal went through him. It was seeing Deo completely at his mercy that had done it; the pokemon was attractive, certainly, perhaps even beautiful by traditional standards. But Deo belonged to him.
For the first time in a long while, Verys groaned as he allowed himself to completely indulge in his more perverted tastes. He pulled off the little clothing he wore, his shaft extending fully out of his sheath.
The Seviper let out a low hiss, coiling about so that his length pressed against the Keldeo's more modest cock. He pressed them together, rounded tip against tapered shaft, his length sliding across Deo's own. How the Keldeo moaned. How he trembled, completely at the mercy of his mentor, his master. Any thoughts of protest he might have had were long gone, replaced instead by a need to obey, to forget everything else that had tied him down.
"You will be mine..." Verys muttered softly, his breathing growing faintly heavy as their cocks rubbed against each other. "Mine to touch... mine to use... You will remember a life with me as your mentor, your teacher, your masssster..."
"Yes..." Any fight that had been in the Keldeo was long gone, replaced my pleasure and a look of adoration.
"I will count to three... and we will climax together, a mark of my ownership of your mind and body." Verys would have gone for the usual ten, but the Keldeo's submission had him unusually excited; he was consumed in the moment, his hips thrusting against Deo's cock, their shafts slipping and sliding against one another. "One..."
"Two..."
"Three."
Deo gasped out loud, his hips arching as he jerked abruptly up against his mentor, his master. He cried out as streams of hot seed spurted out of his cock, some landing on the naga's scales and the rest scattering onto the forest floor yet his load was nothing compared to the Seviper's, who came with a grunt and coated the smaller pokemon's legs with his load.
Deo panted softly, still coming down from his high. His fingers gripped on to the Seviper's body tightly but this time, when he looked at Verys, it was with nothing but lust and adoration. The glimmer of fear Verys had spotted when he'd first revealed himself was long gone.
"M-master..." He said softly. Verys smiled.
"Yes?"
"What... what do we do now?"
"Now? Well... we inssspire your father to join our ranks, of course."
Deo shuddered at the thought. He should have been horrified. Instead, his cock twitched in eager anticipation and he could see Verys' cock do the same. His memories had changed, certainly. He remembered Verys as the man who had been his mentor for most of his life, teaching him and guiding him.
But he still remembered Magnus as his father. More importantly, he remembered the Terrakion's thick, powerful build. He couldn't help but picture the thick shaft that would undoubtedly be swaying between his legs, or how tasty the meat would be when forced into his mouth.
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It had taken time to fix it all. One after another, Verys had spoken to each and every patron of the bar. Carefully placed words, moving in just the right way to have the light reflecting off of his scales to catch the eye of the pokemon he spoke to, moderating his voice so that it was smooth and deep and impossible to ignore... He'd found a way into their minds, and ever slowly, he'd planted one thought after another.
What angered him was that he couldn't do more. All that he'd accomplished, and Verys was reduced to this little more than the owner of a little tavern in a town no one had heard of, far away from the great cities that pokemon had managed to build. The Swords of Justice had driven him out, a long time ago. He doubted they even remembered that they'd done such a thing, but they'd told him the effort that he'd put into crafting a perfect city of his own was immoral. That the minds of other pokemon weren't his to play with.
Bah. What did they know about order? Allowing pokemon to think for themselves would only lead to chaos and violence; the only way to achieve a utopian city, as far as he was concerned, was if he took control of it. So what if he was planting thoughts in their mind and manipulating them? Far better that than have innocent pokemon die because another couldn't keep a hold on his temper.
The door creaked open. Verys was so lost in his own thoughts that he almost didn't notice the Keldeo that walked in but it was hard to miss the sheer presence of the man. By appearance alone, he was unassuming. A thin, lithe body, one that was neither particularly tall nor short...
Perhaps the only things particularly striking about his appearance was the jagged horn extending from his skull and the thick orange mane that he sported, but in and of themselves, neither would have been anything that would normally have caught Verys' attention.
It was the way he moved, however, that did. There was a certain sense about him. Every step that the Keldeo took was filled with confidence, with the spirit of a man who knew and believed in what he was doing. It was very, very familiar way of moving, and one that caused Verys to freeze.
The naga offered a carefully practiced smile as he slid from the table, coiling carefully around tables and other patrons of the bar to approach the new guest. "Greetingsss," he hissed, a tongue flicking out around his sly grin. He extended a hand to shake. "A Keldeo, yesss? A pleasure to meet you... I am Verysss, the owner of this fine tavern."
The Keldeo glanced rather sharply up at him but if he'd heard any of the tales of old, he didn't mention them. Instead, the young hero grabbed the Seviper's hand, giving it a firm shake and offering Verys a respectful nod. "I am Deo, a new member of the Swords of Justice. This is a bit of a pilgrimage for me, if you will I am in search of greater strength so I can better assist my team, and to try to learn from pokemon all around the world."
There was genuine pride in the Keldeo's voice, Verys noted. He wasn't simply bragging about his position; this was something he had worked for, a cause he genuinely believed in. A little cliched, all things considered, but then that was what the younger generation was always like. Too brave, too bold, too... idealistic. The Seviper didn't really hold it against the Swords of Justice for banishing him. He'd thought the way they did, once upon a time, but he'd learned.
Here, then, was his first opportunity to make his own influence on the world once more. Perhaps he couldn't go back but he could seed his thoughts and ideas into this protege of the Swords of Justice, and perhaps establish a foothold on the city through this Deo. With that in mind, Verys put on a charming smile, gripping the Keldeo's hand for just an isntant too long before he let go.
"It sssseems fate has taken you to exactly where you need to be, lovely little Keldeo." The Seviper grinned, leaning back against the counter. "I have been sssearching for an apprentice for some time... Perhapss I could teach you a thing or two."
"What do you have to teach me?" Deo blinked, glancing over the naga in curiosity. There was nothing about the man that stood out in particular, though he was certainly well-built for apparently being the owner of a tavern. "I mean no offense, but you seem to be... well..."
"Jussst a tavern-keeper?" Verys chuckled at the Keldeo's sheepish little nod. "Only because I have put my days of adventure and combat behind me, little one. I used to be quite the fighter back in the day."
"I have not heard of you," Deo admitted. "But I am willing to learn, if you are willing to teach. I need every advantage I can get."
"My name hasss faded with time, you'll find," the Seviper chuckled. "But my skillsss have not, and it isss those you require. If you will permit to speak to sssome of my staff, I will have them take over the management of this tavern during my absence. I do believe I have it in me for one lassst adventure."
"You want to follow me?" Deo blinked. They'd known each other for only moments; he wasn't sure he trusted the Seviper enough for any such thing, nor was he quite comfortable with the way the man had simply invited himself. He had no proof of Verys being capable of anything that he claimed.
"I sssuppose I move rather quickly," Verys laughed. He swayed just slightly in the dim light of the tavern, and well-polished scales glimmered faintly as they caught the light. It was a subtle, barely noticeable movement, so minute that Deo barely noticed the way his eyes followed the Seviper's swaying body. "It isss just... it hasss been a long time since I have had a worthwhile tasssk. Forgive my enthusiasm."
"Ah." Deo considered it; he supposed it made sense, but he wasn't quite sure he was comfortable with bringing what was for all intents and purposes a civilian along with him. He claimed to have skill, certainly, but... "I don't know... I don't wish to put you in danger."
"Perhapsss a spar, then, if you need me to prove my skill?" Verys' eyes gleamed with a certain cunning, the Seviper's hands clasping together as he spoke. "I may prove more worthy than you realize..."
Deo hesitated but only for a moment. This was the quest he had undertaken, his own search for a source of power greater than his own. It would be remiss of him not to give this opportunity a chance, as skeptical as he was. Slowly, the Keldeo nodded towards the innkeeper, who sent him a sly grin.
"Excellent."
The two pokemon settled into fighting stances just outside the tavern, having decided it was best not to damage the place by sparring inside of it. Deo stood in a rather traditional stance, with his legs spread apart and his body tensed to prepare for any slight movement, any strike.
Verys, on the other hand, kept his body moving. Where Deo was a coiled spring, the naga was more a leaf in the wind, his torso shifting from side to side above his coiled tail. It was... rather intriguing, if Deo had to be honest about it; Verys had removed his vest for the battle, and so the sun flickered off shiny scales with every little movement.
"A little dissstracting, am I?" Verys chuckled, noticing Deo's gaze and the Keldeo blushed in response, averting his gaze deliberately.
"N-no. My apologies, I was simply... occupied with my thoughts," he lied, biting his lip slightly as he glanced over the Seviper again. "Shall we begin?"
"Of courssse." Verys smirked faintly, scaled lips pulling back in a look that would have seemed malicious had Deo been watching closely enough to catch it. Instead, he was distracted by those shiny, glimmering scales and was still distracted by them even as the naga abruptly slithered forward, deceptively fast. He was barely able to dodge Verys' fist in time, leaping out of the way at the last possible second.
That marked the start of their battle and what a battle it was. Once Keldeo managed to gather himself, he was a force to be reckoned with. Even Verys had to admit he was impressed; the other pokemon was using his abilities in perfect tandem with his moves. An Aqua Jet timed at the same instant as a punch, an Aqua Tail manifesting right as he spun around...
Had he been any ordinary opponent, Verys suspected he would have lost. But the Seviper was an experienced man, and he'd fought opponents more skilled than this Keldeo. He'd won each time, not for his skill in combat, but for his skill with manipulating the mind.
Verys was the perfect picture of a faintly amused mentor. Deo would strike at him with all manner of attacks, and he would dodge and weave between them almost carelessly, tilting his head to allow the blasts of water to slip past him.
"You have talent, little Keldeo." Verys grinned at the scowl of frustration, bending unnaturally to avoid yet another blow. He saw the momentary flicker of distraction, the way Deo's eyes briefly focused on his scales before pulling back into the fight. "But alasss, you are not quite ready to fight an opponent like myself just yet..."
"I may not have hit you, but you have yet to land a blow on me," Deo pointed out, his tone resolute. "I would not assume this fight is over just yet."
"Perhapsss," the Seviper hissed, chuckling softly. Despite the rapid movements of his body, he didn't seem at all tired; unlike the Keldeo he fought, his breathing came out in smooth, measured breaths, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace.
Deo blinked. What was he doing staring at the Seviper's chest?
"Or perhapsss... you have already lost," the Seviper suggested. "Isn't it disstracting, ssstaring at my scales like that?"
"I, uh..." Deo blanched a bit, stopping momentarily to catch his breath and to avoid the Seviper's gaze. "...I was hoping you wouldn't notice. My apologies."
"None necesssary," Verys smiled. "I keep them well polished for a reason, little Keldeo. There is a certain... quality to them, I find, that keepsss the eye distracted... focused on the nice, shiny scales... the way the light shifts acrossss them, every time I move..."
"I-It's quite the effective technique," Keldeo blinked, then blinked again, trying not to let his eyes follow the shifting of Verys' scales as the Seviper spoke. It was rude, he told himself yet he couldn't quite take his eyes off the light playing across the naga's scales. "An effective distraction, but I am afraid one I likely will not be able to employ."
"You are correct, it isss not something I can teach," Verys agreed easily, slithering carefully around the Keldeo. Deo turned to keep facing the naga, barely noticing the way the other male's coils were slowly wrapping around him as he turned. "It is, however, sssomething you can learn to resist..."
"Resist..." Deo muttered, eyeing the Seviper. "I should, shouldn't I...?"
"Of courssse," Verys insisted. He kept his body swaying, shifting from side to side as light played along the scales of his torso and he watched as Deo slowly but surely succumbed, his mind losing itself to the distracting display. "You need to stare carefully at the light... watch it dance along my ssscales... learn to avoid dissstraction in combat. It isss the first of many lessons I can teach you..."
"Teach me..." Deo muttered, his eyes still following the unusual play of light.
"Jusssst think about it," the Seviper hissed, keeping his body moving and swaying, watching as Deo's eyes followed the movements of his torso. "Watch the light on my scalesss... It's hard to think, isn't it? It'sss so very disstracting... You want to be a good warrior, don't you? A hero?"
He hadn't lost his touch, it seemed. Even after all this time without a new victim, he remembered the principles of hypnosis he had to make his victim want it as much as he did, trick the mind into following patterns and making it go around in circles. Lost and confused minds were all the easier to manipulate and suggest, and his own abilities helped to augment the otherwise natural phenomenon.
"Want to be a hero..." Deo said softly. His fists clenched briefly before relaxing, and the Seviper smiled in response.
"Then keep your eyesss on the light... watch as it plays acrosssss my scalessss... you must learn not to be so easily distracted, little Keldeo, and to do that you musssst first study what it is that dissstracts you." Verys slithered around carefully, the coils of his tail wrapping around the Keldeo without him noticing. Deo's was too preoccupied watching the Seviper's torso, his mouth hanging just slightly open.
"Study..." That was the only word the Keldeo repeated, and it seemed the only word he was capable of repeating. His eyes were blank now, lost in the glimmer of light on the Seviper's scales, and Verys knew he had the hero right where he wanted him.
"It'sssss difficult for you to think, isn't it...?" Verys' voice was gentle surprisingly kind, in fact, if only because that was the voice that people responded best to while they were in a trance. "Don't worry, this is your first time being under... Just relax... It's easier not to think, isn't it? So much easier... Just let me do your thinking for you..."
"For me..." There was a hint of a question in Deo's voice, almost as though he was about to wake up. Verys didn't seem concerned; he took it in stride, going with the flow of the thoughts that Deo's subconscious mind brought up.
"Of course... You're ssstill new at this, aren't you...? You need someone to guide you, to teach you... and I can be that person. I can help you to think when it's hard... just let go and stop thinking so much. Let me do your thinking for you. It's easier to just watch... To let your thoughtsss drift..."
It was, the Keldeo had to admit though he couldn't quite articulate those thoughts at the moment. It was far easier, as the Seviper said, to simplyt focus on the play of light across Verys' scales. He was dimly aware in the back of his mind that he was caught in a bit of a cognitive loop, but it was so difficult to break out of it. Easier to just watch... To let his thoughts slowly drift, just like the nice Seviper had said...
"Good..." Verys hissed softly, watching as the Keldeo's expression slowly became slack-jawed, his eyes unfocusing and gazing off into the distance. "Repeat after me... Your words are my thoughts..."
"Your words... are my thoughts..." Deo repeated, seeming a little hesitant as he responded but he'd been told to let the Seviper think for him, and he trusted the other pokemon, didn't he? He couldn't think of a reason not to; the naga had been so nice to him...
"I want Verys to be my mentor..." The Seviper's words were slow and careful, the sort of thought process that would fit an entranced pokemon. In the state that the Keldeo was in, his words would seep slowly into the Keldeo's mind, becoming thoughts that Deo would think were his own. "It's ssstrange, but he seemsss... attractive to me... I can't help but stare at him when he thinks I'm not looking..."
That part he'd added in a little bit because of his own pride, Verys admitted but it fed his ego in a strange way, sent a strange thrill through his body at the thought of the Keldeo being attracted to him because of the thoughts he was implanting into his mind. Over time, he would be adapt it into an impossible, insatiable lust. He could do it now, but...
What was the fun in making things so easy? He wanted to see the Keldeo struggle to come to terms with being attracted to a male. Even now, glancing carefully over the Keldeo's body, he could see the bulge in the Deo's pants throbbing slightly as he stared at the naga's exposed muscles and scales. A bit of drool escaped from the Keldeo's still-slack jaw, and Verys grinned, putting on a bit of a display for the entranced male, shifting and flexing on his coils.
"I want to obey him..." he whispered, hissing softly against the Keldeo's ear. "He is ssstrrrrong, and admirable, and handsssome... I will let him teach me, and try to grow clossser to him... I will ask for a spar every night, and let him entrance me..."
He could see the pokemon shudder slightly as the thoughts took hold in his mind. Verys would be the first to admit that he'd allowed himself to get a little carried away; those words weren't quite the thoughts that Deo would have, and there would be a slight cognitive dissonance as the thoughts occurred to the Keldeo throughout the day. He wondered if the other pokemon would notice, and decided that the thrill it added to his game only made it all the more fun.
Verys grinned, running a single finger down the center of Keldeo's chest. "In a moment, Verys will count down to ten..." He said, his words soft. "When he says 'one', I will wake up. I will think that Verys won the ssspar easily, and I will want him to teach me more than anything else in the world. I will idolize him, ressspect him... lust after him..."
Deo could only nod. His eyes were still blank; were it not for the occasional flicker of life and thought, Verys would have been worried that something had happened to the pokemon during his trance. Slowly, he began to count.
"Ten..."
"...One."
The Keldeo blinked, looking up at Verys' body surprisingly close to him, his coils wrapped entirely around the smaller pokemon's body. He let out a gasp and tried to squirm away, his movements frantic, yet the larger pokemon seemed to have him held tight. How in the world had he won so quickly?! He could barely even remember the details of the fight. Some flashes of movement, perhaps, the flicker of scales against sunlight... Verys was absurdly fast, and absurdly skilled.
He barely even realised he was blushing from the Seviper's closeness to him. His breathing was just a little bit heavier than it should have been, and if he'd been paying attention, he would have noticed the slight flow of blood in the direction of his groin. As it was, he was still too surprised to notice.
"What the hell?" Deo demanded then let out a short, barking laugh, his tone much more respectful than it had been before. There had been a sort of polite detachment in his conversations with the Seviper before. Now it was a respectful tone, warrior to warrior. "You're a lot better than I was expecting, I'll give you that. I'd... I'd really appreciate it if you could teach me, actually."
He'd stammered. Why had he stammered? Deo almost frowned, wondering why his heart was beating just a bit faster than normal. He respected the other male, certainly, and he could see how well the Seviper took care of his body. His scales were well-polished, and he had strong muscles that were clearly defined just under the scales...
Focus, he scolded himself, feeling his cheeks color further in a blush. Verys smirked at him, knowing the thoughts that were most likely going through the Keldeo's mind.
"I would be more than happy to," he responded, tilting his body in a slight bow. The movement brought him just a little too close to the Keldeo, who stiffened in response without even realising it. Verys had to stifle a laugh; the poor pokemon hadn't even realised his newfound attraction just yet. "As I've said, I'll let some of my staff know that I'll be away for a while. At least, if you don't mind me accompanying you on part of your journey?"
"O-Of course!" Deo responded quickly, hating the way he was stammering. What was he, a teenaged pokemon fawning over their first crush? He didn't even like males! But the Seviper, admittedly, had a certain strength that he respected. "I... I would be honored, Verys."
"Master will be fine," Verys said with a wink. Deo laughed nervously.
He couldn't quite tell if the Seviper was joking. What was worse was that he couldn't quite tell if he liked the idea; something in his lower regions seemed to twitch at it... but that couldn't be the case. No way.
"Ah, well... let's get our things, shall we?" The Keldeo said quickly. Verys smirked, gesturing for the other pokemon to lead the way and stealing a very blatant glance at Deo's ass as he did so. A fluffy tail twitched over a tight, curvy ass... and a most likely virgin one, to boot.
Oh, he would have fun with this pokemon.
A day.
Deo had only been travelling with Verys for a day, and he could swear he was going insane. The pokemon seemed to take every opportunity he had to tease him, going from taking off his vest for no reason in particular to performing prolonged stretches that had the Keldeo staring without even realising he was doing so. Every time he'd questioned the pokemon, he'd been told it was hot.
"Doessss it bother you?" Verys asked, affecting a tone of concern. Deo blanched at the question.
"N-no. Of course not." His response came just a little too quick.
"We could alwaysss take a dip in the lake," Verys teased with a small chuckle. It was certainly hot enough to do so but Deo shuddered, shaking his head immediately at the thought. The idea of Verys' scales dripping wet, drops of water gleaming off of his scales...
That was not what he needed. That was the opposite of what he needed! He needed a cold shower, yes, but not in a place where Verys could join him.
What baffled him was where these thoughts had even come from. He'd never felt any attraction to a male before, and yet now with Verys, he could barely stop stealing a glance at him. The pokemon was everything he had never known he'd wanted in a male handsome, strong, with a disarming wit and gleaming, beautiful scales...
Stop it, Deo, he told himself firmly. I have no idea where these thoughts are coming from, but I'm not going to have anything to do with them.
...I will ask for a spar...
Deo paused. He didn't have any idea where that thought had come from it was disconnected from the rest of his thoughts, an idea that had come out of nowhere. Come to think of it, though, it was a good idea... Verys had beaten him once. It didn't mean that the Seviper would manage to do it a second time, and perhaps this time he'd at least figure out how he'd managed to do it.
There wasn't any harm in trying, anyway. It would be a good way to work off the frustrations of the day he'd had a long trek through the woods, and maybe he'd get the chance to see that handsome smirk on Verys' face again
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. He wasn't going there. Deo frowned, then glanced over at the Seviper.
"Hey. Think we could spar again tonight?"
"That ssssoon?" The Seviper pretended to be surprised, a scaled brow rising. "We have had a bit of a long day, have we not? Perhapssss you should rest, instead..."
"I think a spar will do the both of us some good," Deo insisted, dropping into a fighting stance as he allowed the equipment he was carrying to fall to the ground. "Come on, just one spar. I need to get a handle on how you fight; maybe it'll help me learn."
"I ssssuppose..." Verys said, keeping his tone doubtful but already his body was swaying gently. This time, it was the moonlight that caught his scales, and god but the naga looked beautiful under the pale light. There was something to his eyes, too, a strange pattern in them that almost seemed to draw Deo in...
In any other situation, the Keldeo would have glanced away, embarrassed by how deeply he was staring at Verys. As he thought to do so, however, another foreign thought echoed in his mind.
...let him entrance me...
As soon as the thought occurred to him, Deo relaxed, allowing his eyes to gaze passively into the naga's own. There wasn't really anything wrong with staring for just a little while, was there? It wasn't like the naga would do anything bad to him... He'd had plenty of opportunity to take advantage of Deo while they were traveling together, and yet he hadn't done a thing.
Those eyes, though... The longer he stared, the more they seemed to draw him in. Deo couldn't have looked away then even if he'd wanted to; spirals seemed to develop on the other pokemon's eyeballs, imprinting themselves over his vision. Every time he tried to look away, his eyes would inevitably be drawn back into that pattern pulled back to the center of that spiral, over and over and over...
In the back of his mind, he could hear Verys saying something, but his conscious mind was no longer paying any attention. The words were a soothing background noise to the swirls that dominated his thoughts, and so the Seviper was free to plant whatever thoughts he wanted, whatever triggers he thought would fit.
And oh, the ideas he had. The attention that Deo had given him today had excited him, he couldn't deny that; and it had been a long time since anyone had drawn his attention in such a way... yet there was something about the naive innocence the young hero sported that made Verys want to corrupt him, to take his mind and own it so there would be little more than a lustful servant left behind.
That, of course, wouldn't be any fun if he made it too easy for himself. He liked watching the fight liked seeing his victims battle with the thoughts and lusts he implanted into them. There was always a part of them that understood it wasn't quite natural, but they never could quite overcome the hypnotic triggers he planted into them.
Case in point.
"It'ssss easy to look into my eyesssss, isn't it...?" The Seviper asked, his voice soft and coaxing. He saw the faint nod that the Keldeo responded with and grinned faintly to himself. Deo was getting drawn in all the faster now, and it was taking less and less effort to induce the pokemon into a trance. "Easy to lose your thoughtsss in my eyes... Just stare, and let your mind drift away..."
"Drift..." Deo repeated dumbly. The rest of his body had gone slack, unable to move.
"That'ssss right..." Verys hissed softly. "Your mind isss empty, just waiting for the right thoughtsss to fill it up again..."
Deo didn't respond to that one. Instead, he stared straight ahead, his muscles having gone entirely slack. Had it not been for the fact that Verys had moved close enough to support the pokemon with his coils, the Keldeo would likely have collapsed entirely.
"Now, I want you to listen very, very carefully." Verys grinned, unable to help the twinge of excitement that ran through his body and his sheathed cock as he spoke. "You are having greater difficultiessss hiding your attraction towards your mentor... Just looking at the sssnake makes you uncontrollably hard, makes your cock throb and leak."
Again, Deo didn't quite respond but a growing bulge in his pants told Verys that his words were getting through to the man. He shivered, a wetness appearing in the front of his pants as precum began to drip from his shaft. Even in his dazed, entranced state, he couldn't help but reach down for the bulge into his pants.
"Sssstop." Verys' command gave him pause, and he halted with a hand just inches from the leaking hardness between his legs. "You will not touch yourssself... not now, not later. No... You will wait until thissss snake tells you to. He will whissper the word 'justice', and you will not be able to help but get hard. Sssso hard you need to touch yourself... You won't care that I'm watching. A part of you will revel in it, will rejoice in showing off your body to me..."
The Keldeo grunted softly at that. It was the only indication that he'd heard the Seviper at all; his arms hung limply at his sides, and he gazed unblinkingly into Verys' eyes. The poor pokemon was lost entirely in a trance, and each time the naga drew him into one, it became easier and easier to control him.
It would be interesting to see when the Keldeo finally realised just how much control his mentor had over him. By that point, he wouldn't be able to fight his urges. He would succumb just like everyone else had, and give his mind over to his instincts.
"Now... when I count down from ten, you will forget all about thissss... You will remember only my commands, and you will find that your lussst for me is all the greater. You will remember that I beat you in the spar, that I pinned you down. You are flustered... but unssspeakably turned on."
Verys grinned. He pushed the entranced Keldeo slowly down against the leaves of the ground, his hands pinning the other pokemon's shoulders into the dirt. They were close, their chests almost touching, Deo's throbbing bulge just inches away from his skin. He leaned in, a forked tongue flickering over the Keldeo's ears, and whispered in a way that would have been lewd had the pokemon been able to understand his tone.
"Ten..."
"...One."
Deo started. How in the world had the Seviper been so fast? The battle had been over before it had even really begun, and if the Keldeo hadn't known any better, he would have said that Verys had actually improved since their first spar. The punches had been delivered too fast for him to recover, the tail had been used as a weapon just as much as a tool for mobility...
He hadn't even stood a chance. Deo might have felt ashamed about how quickly he'd lost, if he wasn't utterly distracted by how close the Seviper was to him. Those gleaming scales were just inches away from his skin, that hot, muscular body practically pressed right up against him. His shout of protest became more of a squeak, even as it began.
"I ah... please get off." Deo wasn't even looking at the Seviper; he was blushing furiously, his cock aching between his legs. He could barely even try to squirm out of the naga's grip; every little movement sent his sensitive shaft brushing against the fabric of his pants, and it took a lot of effort for the poor Keldeo not to moan.
"Why? Issss the poor little Keldeo a little too... excited?" Verys teased, his tongue flicking out against Deo's ear. The Keldeo blushed again, his skin red underneath his fur.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. All he needed to do was push forward with his hips a few inches, and his cock would be pressing against those smooth scales of the naga's... but damn it, he couldn't let himself think like that.
"Sure you don't," Verys laughed softly, pulling back from the Keldeo and offering the other pokemon a wink as he helped him up.
"I don't!" Deo protested but his own words were feeble, even to his ears. He couldn't help but check his mentor out again, his eyes roaming that magnificently scaled body, the smooth, sinuous movement of muscle. He shook his head abruptly, feeling his cock throb. "Let's just... let's just keep going."
The thought of relieving himself and finding a quiet spot to masturbate didn't even occur to him.
Deo's dreams were rather unsurprisingly painfully lewd, filled with scene after perverted scene, usually involving him being wrapped up in the Seviper's coils in one way or the other. It was hard not to think of his mentor in anything other than sexual terms, especially after Verys' blatant acknowledgement of his attraction. He hadn't responded, sure, but...
He hadn't exactly rejected him, either. Deo gulped a bit at the thought, the young hero not quite sure what to make of his growing attraction to the snake. Surely it wasn't right for him to have feelings for someone that was teaching him? Yet there had been no reproach in Verys' eyes. If anything, there had been... interest.
Deo gulped, glancing again over to the naga that was slithering in front of him through the forest. God, but it was so easy to lose himself in the pokemon's scales, in fantasies about being fucked yet every time he reached down, something told him not to. It would be wrong to do anything about his arousal with his mentor so close by, anyway. Surely.
Still, the poor Keldeo was practically panting by the time the sun began to set. It wasn't quite by choice that the words sprang from his lips; the suggestion had been planted before, and he thought the thought was his own, though he couldn't fathiom why he had it. All he wanted was to rest, to get away from the snake's distractingly handsome visage.
"Shall we spar again, master?" the Keldeo spoke, his gaze surprisingly steady. For all his internal turmoil, it didn't quite manifest itself in his words. No, it was apparent only in his body language in the way his legs shifted against one another, the way his hips couldn't quite stop swaying. "I'd like to learn a bit more from you, this time."
"Oh?" Verys tilted his head, pretending to consider the other pokemon's words. A smile came to the Seviper's lips. "In that case, shall we try something different, my little Deo?"
"Different?" The Keldeo blinked, trying to ignore the way the Seviper's words made his cock twitch. "What do you mean?"
"Show me your fighting stances," Verys ordered. "I'll correct them, show you what's wrong."
"I, ah..." Deo was suddenly a little less certain, his voice and gaze both faltering. He knew what Verys meant, and he knew it meant that the Seviper would be pressed up close against him, correcting each and every error in his stance. He should know; his adoptive father, a Terrakion by the name of Magnus, had done much the same thing. "Maybe we should just rest for the night."
"Nonssssense," Verys responded with a smirk. "This isss far less tiressome than a spar. Get into position."
Try as he might, Deo couldn't quite think of a reason to protest. The Keldeo let out a soft grunt as he acquiesced, settling into the first combat stance he could think of legs spread apart to steady himself on the ground and lower his center of gravity, muscles tensed and coiled, ready to spring out of the way at a moment's notice.
Verys smiled, slithering far too close to Deo. His coils pressed up against the smaller pokemon's legs, nudging them in minute ways to correct their positioning. "Very good... You were trained well, jussst some small mistakes to correct..."
The Keldeo had no idea if there was anything worth learning from what Verys was teaching him. Try as he might, he simply couldn't pay any attention to what the Seviper was saying or doing; he was, instead, far too conscious of the way the other male's body was pressed up against his own. Scaled fingers gently adjusted the position of his fists, and all Deo could do was let out loose, shaky breaths, trying desperately to control his arousal.
Even if Verys hadn't been perfectly aware of the triggers he'd programmed into the smaller pokemon, he would have been able to sense the poor Keldeo's arousal just by the pheromones he was putting off.
"Here'sss one mistake," he whispered softly, a smirk curving onto the Seviper's lips. His fangs scraped gently against Deo's skin, making the other pokemon shiver beneath him. "Did Magnus never tell you to watch out for a certain Seviper?"
It took only a moment for Deo to make the connection. He'd never told Verys the name of the other Swords of Justice, nor were they very well known; the pokemon of the Swords tended to use fake names to preserve their identities and make sure that those close to them would not come to harm. Very, very few pokemon knew of Magnus' name and only one Seviper that he could think of.
"You're!" Deo tried to jerk away, his eyes widening with panic, his arousal momentarily forgotten. Verys' coils, however, were wrapped too tightly around him for him to get away. The Seviper laughed softly, tongue flicking out against the Keldeo's ear.
"I am," Verys whispered. "Pity the Swords of Justice aren't around to see thissss..."
Deo froze.
There was, in the back of his mind, a small part that the Seviper's hypnosis had yet to reach. That part of him cried out in alarm, but it could do nothing about what had already been changed about him. He had let his guard down and allowed Verys into his mind, allowed suggestions to be planted into the depths of his subconscious. Even aware of the Seviper's abilities, there was little he could do to stop what was already in place.
He groaned. The sound turned into an embarrassingly loud moan as his cock flared and throbbed, the heat that had been building within him all day spiking up to a sudden peak. His hands scrambled to free his shaft, uncaring of the fact that the Seviper was watching, uncaring of the fact that this was an enemy of the Swords that had him wrapped up and trapped.
All he cared about all he could care about was the throbbing meat in his hands, the feeling of utter pleasure as his fingers stroked up and down the precum-slicked shaft and teased the ring in the center, the thought of his master pressing and rubbing against him. The Seviper's smooth scales felt like a teasing caress against his skin, and Deo couldn't help but gasp, jerking his hips up against the creature that had him pinned.
"Look into my eyessss," Verys suggested and though there was a significant part of Deo that knew this was a bad idea, he couldn't help but do so anyway. The Keldeo's eyes darted up to meet the Seviper's own swirling orbs, and where before it had taken a moment for him to lose his mind, it now took only seconds.
He'd been trained on it, after all. The Seviper had gotten past the barriers of his mind once, and it made it nearly effortless for him to do so again. Even in the Keldeo's aroused, overwhelmed state of mind, it took only moments for him to lose himself in the Seviper's gaze once more and when he did, the speed of his stroking slowly slackened, falling off entirely.
All that was left were the Seviper's eyes. It was so easy to lose his mind into the swirling patterns, into the strange, hypnotic throbbing that seemed to originate from the very center of Verys' slitted eyes.
"Lossst already?" Verys hissed, seemingly amused. He coiled rapidly around the would-be hero, allowing the Keldeo to rest on the mass of his coils as he slowly tipped over. "Easy to jusssst stare... Sstare and forget..."
"Stare and forget..." Deo repeated softly, slowly. His dick was still hard, aching, but he ignored it in favor of the Seviper's hypnotic eyes.
"To forget is pleasurable..." Verys prompted slowly. Thick, scaled fingers reached down to the equine pokemon's cock, trailing along the slick length playfully, giving it a gentle squeeze. He saw the shudder in the entranced Keldeo's body, saw the way his shaft twitched and precum slid out of the tip.
"To forget is... pleasurable..." There was a moment of hesitation, but he relaxed into a moan as the Seviper's fingers teased him.
"To obey is... exquisssite..." Verys hissed out the words, finding it almost difficult to concentrate. It was easy for him to entrance, to bend others to his will but there was always the feeling of power that came with it. To know that he had such control over another pokemon's body, to know that a hero would do anything and everything he said...
His own cock, larger than even the Keldeo's, began to poke out of his shaft as a thrum of arousal went through him. It was seeing Deo completely at his mercy that had done it; the pokemon was attractive, certainly, perhaps even beautiful by traditional standards. But Deo belonged to him.
For the first time in a long while, Verys groaned as he allowed himself to completely indulge in his more perverted tastes. He pulled off the little clothing he wore, his shaft extending fully out of his sheath.
The Seviper let out a low hiss, coiling about so that his length pressed against the Keldeo's more modest cock. He pressed them together, rounded tip against tapered shaft, his length sliding across Deo's own. How the Keldeo moaned. How he trembled, completely at the mercy of his mentor, his master. Any thoughts of protest he might have had were long gone, replaced instead by a need to obey, to forget everything else that had tied him down.
"You will be mine..." Verys muttered softly, his breathing growing faintly heavy as their cocks rubbed against each other. "Mine to touch... mine to use... You will remember a life with me as your mentor, your teacher, your masssster..."
"Yes..." Any fight that had been in the Keldeo was long gone, replaced my pleasure and a look of adoration.
"I will count to three... and we will climax together, a mark of my ownership of your mind and body." Verys would have gone for the usual ten, but the Keldeo's submission had him unusually excited; he was consumed in the moment, his hips thrusting against Deo's cock, their shafts slipping and sliding against one another. "One..."
"Two..."
"Three."
Deo gasped out loud, his hips arching as he jerked abruptly up against his mentor, his master. He cried out as streams of hot seed spurted out of his cock, some landing on the naga's scales and the rest scattering onto the forest floor yet his load was nothing compared to the Seviper's, who came with a grunt and coated the smaller pokemon's legs with his load.
Deo panted softly, still coming down from his high. His fingers gripped on to the Seviper's body tightly but this time, when he looked at Verys, it was with nothing but lust and adoration. The glimmer of fear Verys had spotted when he'd first revealed himself was long gone.
"M-master..." He said softly. Verys smiled.
"Yes?"
"What... what do we do now?"
"Now? Well... we inssspire your father to join our ranks, of course."
Deo shuddered at the thought. He should have been horrified. Instead, his cock twitched in eager anticipation and he could see Verys' cock do the same. His memories had changed, certainly. He remembered Verys as the man who had been his mentor for most of his life, teaching him and guiding him.
But he still remembered Magnus as his father. More importantly, he remembered the Terrakion's thick, powerful build. He couldn't help but picture the thick shaft that would undoubtedly be swaying between his legs, or how tasty the meat would be when forced into his mouth.
Inspire Magnus, indeed. [/quote]