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Hypnorgasm
>> #398087
Posted on 2020-12-10 08:05:35
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Summary from the artist Forge: Through the wonders of bondage and hypnosis, a lucario is edged to the brink of his sanity, all in the name of getting him to mega evolve without the use of a certain item. If he finds his way through the overloading haze, great power will be waiting for him.


Full story from FurAffinity user Dolphinsanity:

He couldn’t cum.

The reality of it was sinking in. The implications behind it were sinking in. The way it was forcing the pressure in his body to rise, the tension and frustration pushing him to the edge without permitting him to go over. The way his balls were aching and his prostate flinching for release.

He struggled in the bonds, the wall behind him hard and unrelenting… firmer than his erection, and equally impossible to satisfy, try as he might to press and flex and strain.

His aura burned, but it wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t cum. Nor could he free himself enough even to put his feet onto the floor.

The lucario felt scared. He wasn’t sure about this training anymore, but he had agreed to it thinking he could get through it. He was a shy sort, yet strong in his way, never wishing to disappoint.

Now here he was: bound and cockringed, though indeed that latter item was not even half of the problem. The majority was programmed deep inside his mind, for he had let his trainer hypnotize him into this state. Over the period of a week, it had been installed into him that a keyword, a “crucial word,” would be needed in order for him to cum. At first it had merely made climax elusive, but as of three days ago…

As of three days ago, there had been nothing. No hope of finding the peak. The conditioning had made sure of that… and the word, that special, bliss-bringing word had been blotted from the lucario’s mind. His best efforts to recall it had left him with a tip-of-the-tongue feeling, a verbal frustration to go along with the sexual.

The pleasure increased. The touching sensations that he felt all over him because of the hypnotic delusion were intensifying. The psychic type (a hypno) assisting his trainer in keeping up the force of the process had seen to that. The trainer had called for more stimulation -- more, always more! Additional pressure, to push the lucario’s vitality higher!

Lucarios became greater conduits for aura while under greater physical stress. That much was well known. It was also known that sexual activity was a powerful kind of stress in rousing their aura up. So by putting the two together -- in this mixture of bondage, hypnosis, and what could only be described as erotic torture -- they had hoped to achieve something spectacular. They had hoped to make him mega evolve without the use of… of…

The word wouldn’t come, and neither would ejaculation.

He felt the phantom hands crawling up his abs, tickling and stroking and teasing while the ones on his cock and balls and thighs kept rubbing. All of it would’ve been beautiful, gratifying pleasure in the right qualities, but this was just too much. It was all too much. This was like pumping a firehose through a drinking straw, and the “straw” felt apt to split open… if not in body, then in mind.

It was enough to drive a person mad. Let his trainer be here for a few minutes, and surely he’d understand!

“P… please!” the lucario begged. The only coherent word he could muster before pre-orgasmic, edgy spasms claimed him again. He shook and tugged in his bonds, but felt only more hands and more coaxing as his reward. The more he struggled, the more sensations his body experienced for the influence to manipulate, and the deeper the hold of the psychic nearby.

“Stop… stop… stop…” he said, and shuddered.

His trainer looked concerned. Unsure, even. Yet, he had only his lucario’s past courage to go on. He had seemed willing enough when they started out.

Of course, no one could have prepared him for what it would feel like once it was underway. It was easy to have courage when one didn’t feel like one’s masculine plumbing was about to collapse on itself, or one’s body about to tear into pieces from a chaotic surge of aura.

“More,” instructed the trainer, “but only a little more. Watch and see.”

His assistant nodded. The lucario writhed more and more.

Desperately, the lucario grasped for orgasm. Desperately, he grasped for the word. He silently begged to the very essence of life itself for that word to come and save him.

The word didn’t arrive, nor could he recall it himself. More and more invisible hands assailed him, stroking down every nerve, making his body flinch and shudder and his mind fuzz out.

He began to lose himself, he thought -- began to fade away into the noise of a thousand conflicting sensations.

Fading.

But, that was when he realized it.

Somewhere in the purgatorial agony of his pleasure, he realized where his thinking had gone off track from his training. Not his trainer’s training, but the training of his own kind

This… all of these overwhelming sensations.

This wasn’t... “bad.”

This only felt overwhelming because the floodgates were not yet open. To a small pool, to his one meager body, such an assault to the senses would feel draining... even overwhelming.

But that was exactly the point.

These phantasmal hands… even now, they weren't torturing him; they were serving him, striving with all of their power, in order to call his vital energies forth.

They were striving to call the flood: to empty the small pool so that the bigger ocean beyond it could be accessed.

He felt something in the storm of sexual frustration and physical exhaustion. Something vibrational and strange and new. It was either the beginning of transcendence or of broken-minded madness. He hung on a razor’s edge between the two.

The lucario flexed in his bonds. Then, after a few ending groans, he did not make noise anymore for a while. He might have looked unconscious, if not for the intentional expression that remained on his face. His eyes went wide -- twitched as he felt the enforced pleasures pushing his mind to its limit… and then slowly closed.

At first there was no apparent change. His arms and legs rocked in fits and spasms, but he simply let them. They shivered almost mechanically, without thoughts invested in them any longer.

Then, moment by moment, the aura that had been burning chaotically over his body began to coalesce.

It was like a wild flame suddenly focused by a container placed around it… but the container wasn't his bonds; it was the silent and formless focus of his resolve.

The pleasure was mind-crushing, yet still he invited it to fill him -- invited it to build and rise and sear through his nerves. His chest stung; even his spike felt like it was throbbing, vibrating from his rapid pulse and focusing aura.

Orgasm would not come, but that was fine. He did not need it anyway.

He did not speak, but he did open his mouth, and let out a low, otherworldly sounding groan. His body trembled as it glowed bright with the energy’s power.

The pleasure was threatening to break him, so he would outwit it by giving himself up willingly. He became nothing and no one, a vessel filling more and more with the silent blue energy of life that the process kept calling up.

He became aura, and for a short time, there was no “he.” There was only sensation, acknowledged and observed; pleasures, waiting for a mind to call their home; and life itself, shaking and quaking and living. Everywhere.

To the trainer observing from outside, it looked like his pokémon caught fire. The lucario’s air blazed so brightly that it looked like it could burn him to a cinder. The trainer, despite his experience, was getting very nervous.

Then, there was a louder groan, and the blue fire transformed into a familiar sheen of evolutionary white. The aura sensing organs flanking his neck sank lower… and grew longer, gaining a rougher and more jaggedly folded appearance.

The trainer knew what this meant, immediately, and the result surprised him. Even for all of his planning, much of his mind had not expected for this to work as planned. He swore under his breath and babbled, “Wow, I guess we really don’t need Lucarionite after all!”

Then, something lower down in the glow of the lucario’s groin changed, and the trainer wanted to kick himself. In the spirit of their little experiment, he had made “Lucarionite” the trigger word for climax, and in his carelessness he had just uttered it while his pokémon was in the process of Mega Evolving.

The glow of white at the lucario’s groin bulged bigger, hotter, and knottier. It throbbed, sending out quivering pulses of the evolutionary light.

It was hard to distinguish the light from the semen as the glistening fluid rocketed out of him. The cockring, though it did not launch off, was now so strained by the expanded girth of his base that it had lost its ability to contain the flood on a mechanical level. All over him the aura swelled and formed, building new and fiercer flesh while the shaft ejected its every drop, spurt after powerful spurt.

The colors and proportions of his body underwent their subtle but telltale changes. The redness at his hands and feet, the thickening of his spikes and of his fur. The cream of his chest and belly invaded fully down his tail, and that entire shade of fur fluffed out into a grand, regal configuration befitting the mane of some ancient wolf.

Below his fur, his muscles tightened. Strengthened. The steel of his skeleton grew hot enough to be smithed, and yet did not bend, held steady and relentless by the vital forces coursing through him.

His skeleton cooled, and his strength visibly returned, allowing him to strain much more alarmingly at his bonds. His groans gained coherence, forming into a low, “Ruuuaah~” sound: a tired sound, yet one full of potency, ready to reach at a moment’s notice for its second wind.

With his shaft still throbbing and leaking the remainder of its seed, he spoke, his voice confident and uncompromising in tone.

“I suggest you loose these shackles and provide either a fight or a breeding. Anything less would be a waste of the opportunity this situation has created.”

The trainer pressed a remote control that opened the shackles immediately. “I’ll send out ol’ Rocky. He’ll be your first test.”

In his thoughts, the trainer apologized to his golem for the stone-shattering beatdown it was about to endure. This was only a stalling measure while he figured out which of his squad stood the best chance of taking the lucario in bed.

He suspected he might not have long to come up with an answer to that question. His lucario was looking… ravenous. That erection had not even begun to go down, and the glowing seed coming from it was not really ceasing to dribble. If anything, perhaps this extreme hypnotic training had been a little too…

No, it couldn’t possibly have been “too” successful. There was no such thing.

This golem fainted three seconds after hitting the floor.

The trainer shouldn’t have felt surprised, but he had really been hoping the golem would survive a hit. Or even… half of one.

Then, an idea appeared in his mind. As if whispered by sacred inspiration. It seemed perfectly sensible, in the heat of the moment.

“Listen up, Mega Lucario! I command you to fuck me in the ass!”

Something wasn’t… right. The trainer felt sure there was something wrong with what he had just said, but he couldn’t quite pin on it just what. His mind was… strange, the thoughts coming so slowly all of a sudden. Unzipping his pants and dropping them came so… easily and quickly, by comparison, as he kept staring at that throbbing red lucario cock… and at that strong, approaching body…

Why, it was so easy to drop on all fours and assume a good position...

From the back of the training room, the hypno giggled with mischievous glee -- stepped through the door, and shut it firmly. As fun as observation might be, he decided to make himself scarce… but he heard things: loud, raucous, desperate things that lasted for the next half of an hour.
OKboomer
>> #398104
Posted on 2020-12-10 14:32:32
Score: 0 (vote Up)
Hypnorgasm said:
Summary from the artist Forge: Through the wonders of bondage and hypnosis, a lucario is edged to the brink of his sanity, all in the name of getting him to mega evolve without the use of a certain item. If he finds his way through the overloading haze, great power will be waiting for him.


Full story from FurAffinity user Dolphinsanity:

He couldn’t cum.

The reality of it was sinking in. The implications behind it were sinking in. The way it was forcing the pressure in his body to rise, the tension and frustration pushing him to the edge without permitting him to go over. The way his balls were aching and his prostate flinching for release.

He struggled in the bonds, the wall behind him hard and unrelenting… firmer than his erection, and equally impossible to satisfy, try as he might to press and flex and strain.

His aura burned, but it wasn’t enough.

He couldn’t cum. Nor could he free himself enough even to put his feet onto the floor.

The lucario felt scared. He wasn’t sure about this training anymore, but he had agreed to it thinking he could get through it. He was a shy sort, yet strong in his way, never wishing to disappoint.

Now here he was: bound and cockringed, though indeed that latter item was not even half of the problem. The majority was programmed deep inside his mind, for he had let his trainer hypnotize him into this state. Over the period of a week, it had been installed into him that a keyword, a “crucial word,” would be needed in order for him to cum. At first it had merely made climax elusive, but as of three days ago…

As of three days ago, there had been nothing. No hope of finding the peak. The conditioning had made sure of that… and the word, that special, bliss-bringing word had been blotted from the lucario’s mind. His best efforts to recall it had left him with a tip-of-the-tongue feeling, a verbal frustration to go along with the sexual.

The pleasure increased. The touching sensations that he felt all over him because of the hypnotic delusion were intensifying. The psychic type (a hypno) assisting his trainer in keeping up the force of the process had seen to that. The trainer had called for more stimulation -- more, always more! Additional pressure, to push the lucario’s vitality higher!

Lucarios became greater conduits for aura while under greater physical stress. That much was well known. It was also known that sexual activity was a powerful kind of stress in rousing their aura up. So by putting the two together -- in this mixture of bondage, hypnosis, and what could only be described as erotic torture -- they had hoped to achieve something spectacular. They had hoped to make him mega evolve without the use of… of…

The word wouldn’t come, and neither would ejaculation.

He felt the phantom hands crawling up his abs, tickling and stroking and teasing while the ones on his cock and balls and thighs kept rubbing. All of it would’ve been beautiful, gratifying pleasure in the right qualities, but this was just too much. It was all too much. This was like pumping a firehose through a drinking straw, and the “straw” felt apt to split open… if not in body, then in mind.

It was enough to drive a person mad. Let his trainer be here for a few minutes, and surely he’d understand!

“P… please!” the lucario begged. The only coherent word he could muster before pre-orgasmic, edgy spasms claimed him again. He shook and tugged in his bonds, but felt only more hands and more coaxing as his reward. The more he struggled, the more sensations his body experienced for the influence to manipulate, and the deeper the hold of the psychic nearby.

“Stop… stop… stop…” he said, and shuddered.

His trainer looked concerned. Unsure, even. Yet, he had only his lucario’s past courage to go on. He had seemed willing enough when they started out.

Of course, no one could have prepared him for what it would feel like once it was underway. It was easy to have courage when one didn’t feel like one’s masculine plumbing was about to collapse on itself, or one’s body about to tear into pieces from a chaotic surge of aura.

“More,” instructed the trainer, “but only a little more. Watch and see.”

His assistant nodded. The lucario writhed more and more.

Desperately, the lucario grasped for orgasm. Desperately, he grasped for the word. He silently begged to the very essence of life itself for that word to come and save him.

The word didn’t arrive, nor could he recall it himself. More and more invisible hands assailed him, stroking down every nerve, making his body flinch and shudder and his mind fuzz out.

He began to lose himself, he thought -- began to fade away into the noise of a thousand conflicting sensations.

Fading.

But, that was when he realized it.

Somewhere in the purgatorial agony of his pleasure, he realized where his thinking had gone off track from his training. Not his trainer’s training, but the training of his own kind

This… all of these overwhelming sensations.

This wasn’t... “bad.”

This only felt overwhelming because the floodgates were not yet open. To a small pool, to his one meager body, such an assault to the senses would feel draining... even overwhelming.

But that was exactly the point.

These phantasmal hands… even now, they weren't torturing him; they were serving him, striving with all of their power, in order to call his vital energies forth.

They were striving to call the flood: to empty the small pool so that the bigger ocean beyond it could be accessed.

He felt something in the storm of sexual frustration and physical exhaustion. Something vibrational and strange and new. It was either the beginning of transcendence or of broken-minded madness. He hung on a razor’s edge between the two.

The lucario flexed in his bonds. Then, after a few ending groans, he did not make noise anymore for a while. He might have looked unconscious, if not for the intentional expression that remained on his face. His eyes went wide -- twitched as he felt the enforced pleasures pushing his mind to its limit… and then slowly closed.

At first there was no apparent change. His arms and legs rocked in fits and spasms, but he simply let them. They shivered almost mechanically, without thoughts invested in them any longer.

Then, moment by moment, the aura that had been burning chaotically over his body began to coalesce.

It was like a wild flame suddenly focused by a container placed around it… but the container wasn't his bonds; it was the silent and formless focus of his resolve.

The pleasure was mind-crushing, yet still he invited it to fill him -- invited it to build and rise and sear through his nerves. His chest stung; even his spike felt like it was throbbing, vibrating from his rapid pulse and focusing aura.

Orgasm would not come, but that was fine. He did not need it anyway.

He did not speak, but he did open his mouth, and let out a low, otherworldly sounding groan. His body trembled as it glowed bright with the energy’s power.

The pleasure was threatening to break him, so he would outwit it by giving himself up willingly. He became nothing and no one, a vessel filling more and more with the silent blue energy of life that the process kept calling up.

He became aura, and for a short time, there was no “he.” There was only sensation, acknowledged and observed; pleasures, waiting for a mind to call their home; and life itself, shaking and quaking and living. Everywhere.

To the trainer observing from outside, it looked like his pokémon caught fire. The lucario’s air blazed so brightly that it looked like it could burn him to a cinder. The trainer, despite his experience, was getting very nervous.

Then, there was a louder groan, and the blue fire transformed into a familiar sheen of evolutionary white. The aura sensing organs flanking his neck sank lower… and grew longer, gaining a rougher and more jaggedly folded appearance.

The trainer knew what this meant, immediately, and the result surprised him. Even for all of his planning, much of his mind had not expected for this to work as planned. He swore under his breath and babbled, “Wow, I guess we really don’t need Lucarionite after all!”

Then, something lower down in the glow of the lucario’s groin changed, and the trainer wanted to kick himself. In the spirit of their little experiment, he had made “Lucarionite” the trigger word for climax, and in his carelessness he had just uttered it while his pokémon was in the process of Mega Evolving.

The glow of white at the lucario’s groin bulged bigger, hotter, and knottier. It throbbed, sending out quivering pulses of the evolutionary light.

It was hard to distinguish the light from the semen as the glistening fluid rocketed out of him. The cockring, though it did not launch off, was now so strained by the expanded girth of his base that it had lost its ability to contain the flood on a mechanical level. All over him the aura swelled and formed, building new and fiercer flesh while the shaft ejected its every drop, spurt after powerful spurt.

The colors and proportions of his body underwent their subtle but telltale changes. The redness at his hands and feet, the thickening of his spikes and of his fur. The cream of his chest and belly invaded fully down his tail, and that entire shade of fur fluffed out into a grand, regal configuration befitting the mane of some ancient wolf.

Below his fur, his muscles tightened. Strengthened. The steel of his skeleton grew hot enough to be smithed, and yet did not bend, held steady and relentless by the vital forces coursing through him.

His skeleton cooled, and his strength visibly returned, allowing him to strain much more alarmingly at his bonds. His groans gained coherence, forming into a low, “Ruuuaah~” sound: a tired sound, yet one full of potency, ready to reach at a moment’s notice for its second wind.

With his shaft still throbbing and leaking the remainder of its seed, he spoke, his voice confident and uncompromising in tone.

“I suggest you loose these shackles and provide either a fight or a breeding. Anything less would be a waste of the opportunity this situation has created.”

The trainer pressed a remote control that opened the shackles immediately. “I’ll send out ol’ Rocky. He’ll be your first test.”

In his thoughts, the trainer apologized to his golem for the stone-shattering beatdown it was about to endure. This was only a stalling measure while he figured out which of his squad stood the best chance of taking the lucario in bed.

He suspected he might not have long to come up with an answer to that question. His lucario was looking… ravenous. That erection had not even begun to go down, and the glowing seed coming from it was not really ceasing to dribble. If anything, perhaps this extreme hypnotic training had been a little too…

No, it couldn’t possibly have been “too” successful. There was no such thing.

This golem fainted three seconds after hitting the floor.

The trainer shouldn’t have felt surprised, but he had really been hoping the golem would survive a hit. Or even… half of one.

Then, an idea appeared in his mind. As if whispered by sacred inspiration. It seemed perfectly sensible, in the heat of the moment.

“Listen up, Mega Lucario! I command you to fuck me in the ass!”

Something wasn’t… right. The trainer felt sure there was something wrong with what he had just said, but he couldn’t quite pin on it just what. His mind was… strange, the thoughts coming so slowly all of a sudden. Unzipping his pants and dropping them came so… easily and quickly, by comparison, as he kept staring at that throbbing red lucario cock… and at that strong, approaching body…

Why, it was so easy to drop on all fours and assume a good position...

From the back of the training room, the hypno giggled with mischievous glee -- stepped through the door, and shut it firmly. As fun as observation might be, he decided to make himself scarce… but he heard things: loud, raucous, desperate things that lasted for the next half of an hour.


WHy it's so long
Southernidiot
>> #459338
Posted on 2022-02-21 23:21:17
Score: 1 (vote Up)
BiCh be grateful for it I like a good storyline plus it's hot.
Southernidiot
>> #459339
Posted on 2022-02-21 23:22:27
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The image is ok to I guess
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