Dragons for Christmas
Max the Machoke is a grade-A student, who is well like by students and teachers alike, and all of his life seems perfect. Still, he has the trouble of being tormented by two bullies, Drake he Dragonite and Charles the Charizard. Christmas is coming, and if Max could ask anything he wanted, would be for those two mean but handsome males to stop messing with him and actually agree to date him. Perhaps his friend, Harry the Hypno, might be able to grant him this Christmas miracle.
This one was an idea given to me by zerofullbuster, and you can thank him for the story itself.
December 22nd - Three days 'til Christmas
"Perfect score once more, Mr. Armstrong." Said an Alakazam pokémorph as he handed the paper with the perfect 100% written on top on red pen to his student. "Congratulations."
The student he gave this to, a Machoke pokémorph, happily took his perfect-score test, thanking the teacher before he left the classroom.
Maximillian Armstrong was really happy and proud of himself for having aced yet another test. Well, not a surprise, considering that he studied for this, just as he did for pretty much everything. Still, it was another perfect score for his collection.
Now, there were many stereotypes regarding pokémorph species in this world. Some species were know for being more skilled intellectually, like Alakazams and other Psychic-types. Meanwhile, likes of the Fighting-types were considered to be more inclined to physical activities of all kinds. Of course, sometimes it led people to believe that this meant that all psychic-types were physically weak, while the fighting-types were not the brightest tools on the shelves.
Now, there was some foundation to such stereotypes, as certain types did had certain natural inclinations and, consequently, advantages over others. Now, to think that this meant that a psychic-type could not be buff and strong, or that a fighting-type would never be anything other than dumb muscle-heads was just ridiculous.
Max himself was a proof of this.
He had always liked studying. Instead of spending all of his free time training his muscles or getting into brawls with others, as some thought Fighting-types would do, Max was a Machop who liked to spend his time readying. He would often spend hours on end on the library, readying nearly anything that he could get his hands. As a kid, Max was considered a weird Machop, who preferred to get books for his birthday instead of toys or dumbbells.
Max didn't cared much, of course. He continued to dive into those books made by skilled and known authors. Learning from them. Drinking from their knowledge. All of that really helped him exercise the one muscle of his body that others didn't expected him to: his brain. As a result, Max ended up turning to be a much smarter kid than some would expect a Fighting-type to be.
It certainly caught a few teachers off-guard that he knew things that he wasn't suppose to learn until high school when he was still in 2nd grade. It also caught a lot of students off-guard as well, once most of them were not used to see a Fighting-type nerd.
Now, don't you think that Max was a scrawny nerd. He was studious and very smart, but he was still a Fighting-type and, as such, he was naturally inclined to physical strength. It was a matter of pride for any Fighting-type to train their bodies to remain strong and in shape, and it was no exception with Max. He trained all other muscles of his body as much as he trained his brain. He dedicated an equal amount of hours lifting weight and doing squats and pushups as he did readying books about science and history. As a result, he ended up becoming the kind of creature that was extremely rare in any high school: someone who was both smart and athletic.
He was extremely efficient in sports, being part of a few athletic clubs, and he was a star student, making perfect scores in all classes and tests. Due to this, he was well liked by all of the teachers, who were greatly admired by his grades and by his impeccable presence (Max took his compromises seriously, not allowing himself to fail to show up and deliver his assignments on time) and for his well-behaved attitude (Max was never the kind who enjoyed getting into trouble). Of course, this led to some say that he was the pet of some teachers, but that didn't bothered Max too much. Even because, most of the students liked him as well.
Being a star athlete of some of their sports teams and being a grade-A student ever since he was young certainly made other people admire Max, from all spectrums that could be found on a high school. From the other nerds who admired him for being the kind of smart guy they all aimed to be, to the fans of sports who saw how he helped achieve trophies and honors for the entire school. All of this made him popular.
Also, there was the advantage of Max being the "feet on the ground" type of guy, one who was not entitled or arrogant, and would not take advantage of his status on school to push others around or bully people. He actually did his best to help others who were in trouble, be it by helping others study for their tests or welcoming new arrivals on the sports club and helping them overcome their own difficulties. That helped make Max be even more admire by people, as he was known as the nice and successful mon with whom everyone could count at any time.
Because of all of that, Max was admire and respected by almost everyone at his school.
The keyword in here being "almost".
Max was so happy with his newest grade that he failed to notice two figures approaching him. At least until one of them stood on his path, causing Max to bump into him.
"Oh, sorry-" Max said, looking to see who it was, and he could have groaned in there. The pokémorph Dragonite stood before him with crossed arms and a smug expression on his face. He was wearing shades despite being indoors. Probably it was to complete the "delinquent" look, with his leather jacket, fingerless gloves, spiked belt, ripped jeans and heavy boots.
"Hey there, Maxine." The Dragonite said, looking down at the shorter pokémorph. "You done making out with another teacher's butthole?"
Max looked at the Dragonite, and he simply sidestepped while saying, "Excuse me". However, he didn't made it very far, as another figure came to him and snatched his test from his hands.
"Hey!" Max said, and immediately looked over to see the one who just stole his test. He saw that the perpetrator was a Charizard pokémorph, with orange scales on his body and dressed quite similarly to the Dragonite. Spiked collar around the base of his neck, ripped jeans pants and jacket, chain belt, old worn-out jeans, and he even got a scar on the side of his face. All of it contribute to make him seem like the leader of some dangerous gang, despite him being clearly nineteen. Just a year older than Max.
"Look at that." The charizard said, looking at the test and then showing it to the Dragonite, "He got a hundred on the test! I guess all that time you spend leaning over books really does pay off, huh?"
"Give it back!" Max said, trying to reach his test, only for the Charizard to move it away from him. "Charles! Give it back!"
"Why?" The Charizard, Charles, said as he still moved the test away from Max's hands. "Do you need to show it to mommy so you can have ice cream for dessert?"
"Give me that!" Max said, running after the Charizard, only for the dragon-like pokémorph to flap his wings and hoover over his head and land next to the Dragonite.
Charles then showed it at the Dragonite, who took the thing on his hands and looked at it.
"Perfect score, huh?" The Dragonite said, as he looked from the test to the Machoke. "I wonder how many times you had to kiss the teacher's shithole for this."
"I didn't!" Max said, blushing. "Just give it back to me!"
"Oh, you want it?" The Dragonite said with a smirk on his muzzle, as he walked close to the Machoke. "Then why don't you fight me for it?"
Most Machokes would. Most Machokes would not think twice before going into a fistfight with someone else who had just stole something from them and was calling them to a fight for the stolen property. However, Max was not like most Machokes.
He has always been a pacifist. He disliked violence (another thing that made him a bit of a freak among Fighting-types); so much that he avoided all sports that involved violence, including all fighting teams. He just didn't liked violence, and he preferred to resolve his problems by talking rather than resorting to ignorance. He only went to actual fighting if he was in actual danger and if the person truly wanted to hurt him.
This was something that made him be more admired by people, once he was a reasonable guy who would not go into fights without motive, only doing so if it was in defense of himself or someone else. However, there was a downside, as it meant that he rarely raised his fists when someone teased him, and that was something that this Dragonite knew pretty well. He knew that, as long as he didn't attacked Max, the Machoke would not raise a finger against him.
"Drake, please." Max said, looking at the Dragonite. "Just give me that back. I need to go to my next class."
"Oh, is that so?" Drake, the Dragonite, said to the Machoke, as smirk on his muzzle. "Well, it would be too bad if you arrived late, wouldn't it? I mean, you need enough time to kiss the next teacher's butt."
"Just give me back my test, please!" Max said, blushing as he looked at the Dragonite, who looked back at him for a few moments, before his smirk widened a bit.
"Well, since you clearly need it, I guess I can give it to you." Drake said, and Max blinked, almost as if he didn't believed, as the Dragonite offered him the sheet of paper. Max was able to let out a sigh and almost smile as he started reaching it out for the paper, only for Drake to move it away from his grasp. "But, just for the record, don't you think you will need your books for the class as well?"
Max blinked confused. That was when he suddenly realized that his bag felt lighter.
He looked over and was shocked to find his bag both open and empty. He immediately looked back and saw Charles with all of his books on his hands.
The Charizard had sneaked around him while he was distracted talking to Drake. He opened his bag and started to remove all of his books from it without Max even realizing, until that moment.
"My books!" Max said, turning to the Charizard. "Give them back!"
"Oh, you want them?" Charles said; waving Max's history book at the Machoke. Max immediately went for it, only for the Charizard to toss it over his head and at the Dragonite, who skilled grabbed it and was now the one waving the book at Max, teasing with a smirk on his mouth.
Max immediately went for his book, but Drake flapped his wings and flew upward, and was now hoovering nearly ten feet above the ground. Soon, Charles flapped his wings and joined the Dragonite in the air.
From up there, they continued to taunt and tease the Machoke bellow them. They even played around with the books, passing them to each other in midair and teasing the Machoke by threatening to set the books on fire with the flame on Charles' tail. All the while, Max could do nothing more than to look up at them and hopelessly try to reach out for his books by jumping as high as his legs could propel him. However, the two dragons would only flap their wings and move away from him. At moments like that, Max really wished that he had been born as something with wings.
After a while, the two dragons eventually seemed to get bored, and they both returned to the ground. As Max went on their direction, Charles, who now had all the books on his hands, tossed all of them into a nearby trashcan.
Max looked at the two, who were smirking at him, and then he turned his attention to the trashcan, and immediately he worked on fishing his books out of there. This made the two dragons laugh harder.
"Why do you two always do this?" Max said, looking at the two as he worked on picking his books from the garbage. His trigonometry book got stain by rest of coffee from a discarded cup.
"Because it never stops being fun." Drake said, looking down at the Machoke. "Although, it sometimes makes me work a bit of a sweat."
As he said that, he raised his shirt. He still had Max's test on his other hand, and he placed it under his shirt, and into his armpit. He let out a sigh as he rubbed the paper on his sweaty armpit, and then he did the same with the other one, before offering the paper to Charles, who took it and used it the same way.
"Ahhh, that feels good. Was working quite a sweat in here." Charles said as he used Max's test as a sweat rag, before he promptly dropped it on the ground before Max, who was still kneeling by the trashcan.
The Machoke looked at his sweat-drenched test as the two dragons walked away. Max rose his head as he looked at the two tall and muscular dragons walked away. He looked at the back of their heads as they moved away from him. At their big wings on their backs. At their tails. At their butts...
Now, Max was never one who kept grudges, but he seriously was tired of how those two were always picking on him.
Some say that a quality of Max was that he was forgiving. However, right now, Max thought that maybe this was a flaw. He really wished that he could keep a grudge against those two after they had just picked up on his like that... or, at least, that he wouldn't be thinking on how hot the two were.
"I am sick of it." Max said, after downing what was left of his strawberry Milktank-shake. "I mean, they always do that! Almost every day! It is so frustrating!"
"Yeah, I know how it is." The one sitting by his side said. He looked quite ordinary for a Hypno pokémorph, but his clothing was anything but. He was wearing a shirt of an electric pink coloration with the words "KING OF QUEERS" written in it in high cursive and on rainbow colors, and a pair of jeans shorts that were so small on him that they verged on being obscene. He also wore many bracelets and wristbands on his arms, as well as many rings on his hands, and his fingernails were long and decorated with bright colors of red, pink and purple. He also wore a pair of black high-heels on his feet, which matched with the fishnet leggings going from his feet all the way to his thighs.
"And they always target me!" Max said, looking at the flamboyantly dressed Hypno, who looked back at him as he sucked on a lollipop into his mouth. In a rather sensual way, it was to be add. "I mean, they pick on everyone else, but it seems that they like picking up on me in particular! From tossing my books in the trash to spray-painting 'teacher's brown-noser' on my locker's door! They are always on to me! And I just don't know why! Why me!? What did I do for those two!? Why do they always pick on me, Harry?"
Harry, the Hypno, continued to suck at his lollipop for a few moments, sucking it very loudly with his mouth, before popping it out, his saliva clearly over all the surface of the hard candy.
"My sincere opinion?" Harry said, looking at his friend. "Pure envy."
"Envy?" Max asked, looking at the Hypno, who was now looking right at him.
"Max, my dear friend." Harry said, placing a hand full of rings and with long manicured nails on the Machoke's shoulder. "You are probably the smartest non-Psychic-type of the school. You are even smarter than some of the Psychic-types, and that's saying something. Not only that, but you also are a member of the lacrosse, soccer, football, volley, swimming and racing teams, and of some of them you are even the captain. You are a member of the student council, all people of the school fawn over you, the teachers all love you, and you have just been voted as the most popular 'mon on the school for the third year in a row."
Max heard all that Harry said, and the Hypno soon was continuing:
"On the other end of the spectrum, we have Drake and his best friend Charles. Both have been hold back a year due to poor grades, don't fill in any club, and don't get along with people. They get send to the principal's office so many times that they could have their names on those chairs in bronze planks. Hardly pay attention on any class and disrespect the teachers, that when they even show up at all. They both have criminal records for property damage and stealing, and it is a miracle that they had not been kick out of the school already. And, on top of it all, on the last three times that they have made the school's yearbook, the two have been voted as 'the school's greatest losers' and as 'most likely to become unemployed lowlifes'."
Harry looked at Max, who had been looking at him as he explained all of that.
"Maybe they just feel envious that you are an 'as-rare-as-an-unicorn' super-popular nerd-jock who will own your own company one day while they are two losers with no future or perspective for their lives who probably will be working on your company as janitors."
Max looked at the Hypno for a few moments, and he sighed.
"That... might actually be the case." Max admitted, "But, what am I supposed to do? Stop being a good student and doing the sports I like only for them to feel better?"
"Of course not." Harry said, looking at his friend. "It is not your fault that they both are such losers who for some reason haven't dropped out of school yet. You don't need to become a loser only to make them feel less inferior. If I were you, I'd actually try to be even better, to show those two that they can't bother me."
"Yeah, I'm not that kind of guy." Max said, and Harry nodded at him.
"Of course you are not." He said, looking at the Machoke. "You're not one of those assholes who rub their academic success on others. If you were, you probably wouldn't be the most popular guy on our school."
Max sighed, and he looked at the Hypno.
"Wanna order something else?"
"Nah, I'm good." Harry said, sucking on his lollipop, while Max called a waiter of the small café and ordered to close the tab. The Nidoking waiter nodded, and walked off to bring out the bill, passing by other waiters that were taking the trails full of coffee cups and food plates to the other patrons of that small establishment, which's walls were decorate with wheat and other ornaments in preparation for Christmas, which was only three days away now.
"I just wish those two would stop, you know?" Max said, "They drive me crazy when they keep doing stuff like that."
"Well, they wouldn't if you were more willing to give them two Focus Punches right to their snouts." Harry said, to which Max shook his head.
"I should only fight in case of emergency."
"And being harassed by two idiots who mess with you and take your things is not an emergency?"
"If I start picking up fights with others for non-self-defense motives then I'll start picking up fights for smaller and smaller motives, until I have become just as much of a bully as those two." Max said, looking at the Hypno. "That's why I must only fight if I have absolutely no other choice. Unless they actually attack me, I am not going to fight them. Even if they do piss me off a lot... And... also...
Max voice faded, and Harry looked at him.
As a Psychic-type, he had natural abilities that he could use. Like moving objects with his mind, as well as reading the minds of others. Of course, in their world, it was consider extremely impolite to read the mind of someone without their consent, but this did not stopped people from doing that. After all, if you could pick thoughts on people's heads, of course you would do it at one moment or another, even if just for a little bit, just to know what that guy on the bus stop was going to, or what that hot dude was thinking as he seemed to be eyeing you out. Harry himself often did it at one moment or another, even though his parents taught him very soon that it was very rude to peek on people's minds.
Right now, however, he didn't needed to look into Max's mind to know what he was thinking.
"You still have a crush on them, don't you?" Harry asked, and Max didn't answered. He didn't even looked at Harry. However, the way that he looked down at the table was enough answer to the Hypno.
Max had always had a major crush on Drake and Charles. Ever since those two were Dragonair and Charmeleon. It started when he had just started on high school. He was lost and unable to find his way to the next class, and it were Drake and Charles who told him where to go. Not only that, but the two also made him company during lunch on that same day.
As unbelievable as it sounded, Drake and Charles weren't as bad before as they were now. At least not to Max.
They were actually quite nice to the Machoke when he first started on their school. You could even say that they were almost his friends, before even Harry.
But, that only lasted for a couple of weeks, before Max started to show that he was a prodigy who was good at everything. That was when Drake and Charles stopped being nice to him and started making him just another of their targets. From that point on, they picked on him more intensely with each passing trimester, until Max had all but became their favorite target.
Such a change caught Max completely off-guard, and it left him very upset. Not only because the two 'mons who were being nice to him all of sudden started to treat him poorly, but also because he had developed a crush on the two.
A crush that didn't went away when the two started to be such jerks to him.
The image of the two nice and friendly guys who offered him a hand when he was a stranger on the school had been engraved in Max's memory. It was his first impression of them, and it ended up being the one that remained. It just didn't mattered how cruel Drake and Charles were to him now, he just could not bring himself to simply forget how nice they were to him, and how he came to admire the two. He fell in love with them. Not the jerks that threw his books on the trash and used his test as a sweat rag, but the kind and friendly guys who showed him the way to his classes and ate lunch with him during his first weeks.
Of course, the fact that the two were so good-looking didn't helped on that crush that he developed for the two bullies.
"They were just so different when I first met them." Max said, looking down at the table, at his empty milkshake cup. "They were nice and kind. They were the first people who came to talk to me. And they were so good looking..."
Harry looked at the dreaming expression on Max's face, and he said:
"They are still good looking." Harry said, "Complete jerks, but good looking."
"Don't remind me." Max said, half-sighing and half-groaning. Soon, the waiter came back, bringing the bill, which Max paid with his credit card.
"You know... if I could have anything for this Christmas, it would be for those two to stop picking on me so much." Max said, and Harry looked at him.
"Only to stop picking on you?" Harry asked, looking at the Machoke. "Not for them to become your boyfriends?"
Max let out a small laugh at it.
"That... would truly be asking for a Christmas miracle."
With that said, Max got up, wishing a good evening to Harry as he went his way.
As he did, Harry was looking at his departing friend. Thinking of what a predicament his Machoke friend was.
Being in love with his bullies?
Well, Max certainly wasn't the first one, neither he would be the last. Still, it was a complicated situation for anyone to be.
After all, being in love with a person who didn't cared about you was already bad. Who says about being in love with a person who seems to despise you and enjoys seeing you unhappy? Let alone two?
It was certainly a great problem.
It really made Harry wish that he could help Max with this.
But... wait...
He actually could! Couldn't he?
Harry placed his lollipop near his lips again, swirling is tongue over it as if it was the nipple of a hunk.
A Christmas miracle, huh?
A smirk played on Harry's nips, as he sucked hard at the lollipop.
December 23rd - Two Days 'til Christmas
It were two days 'til Christmas, and the mall was packed.
Most of them were mons who had left their shopping for gifts for the last days, and desperately wanted to buy gifts to give to people before the following day. This was actually a common occurrence in that city. You could almost say that it was kind of a Christmas tradition of the pokémorphs of that city to leave the gift purchasing to the very last possible minute.
You thought that the mall was full now? Wait until it was actually Christmas Eve.
However, not everyone was in there to make last-minute Christmas gifts. Some were in there to hang around. Some were in there to meet with friends. Some were in there to watch the special Christmas movies. Some were in there to just spend their time and watch the rest of the people going on their way as they stood on a corner out of sight.
Drake and Charles qualified into the last ones.
The two dragon-like pokémorphs just stood on a corner, half-hidden in the shadows, as they simply looked the 'mons around there go their way. They looked at a guy who was going his way carrying a loud of bags on his arms, certainly having bought presents for his entire family. There were some chicks in there. Hot-looking chicks. They were with some guys who weren't bad looking either. Drake and Charles were not too picky when it came to possible lays. Gals and dudes were both game, as long as they opened their legs and rose their tails for them.
That was exactly the point of them being in there. Looking for possible lays.
"I like that Gardevoir." Charles said, pointing at the Psychic-type. "She looks nice."
Drake looked at the pokémorph Charles pointed at.
"Dude, that's a guy."
"That is not a guy's ass." Charles said to him, "Even if she has a dick, with a butt like that it cannot be anything other than a girl."
Drake chuckled, and continued to look.
"What about that one?" He said, pointing at a scrawny Wartortle. "He looks my type."
"Water?" Charles said.
"Oh, ha, ha." Drake said, looking at him. "But, seriously, I have a thing for those scrawny guys. Fucking them silly is just as fun as pushing them into lockers."
"Yeah, I prefer mine with a little more meat." Charles said, looking around. "If I'm gonna fuck some guy I like them to have some substance. Those noodle-arms are a bunch of whiners; they are always begging me to be gentle with them."
"In the beginning." Drake said, "Then they are begging for your cock like sluts."
The two dragons laughed, and they went back to picking up their next targets among the crowd. That was when Charles caught a certain face among the pokémophs.
"Speaking of sluts..." Charles said, as both he and Drake looked at the approaching figure.
Harry was dressed on a white top with the words PRIDE QUEEN on it, and he was wearing skinny jeans, and long pink leggings and long gloves, with green sandals on his feet. He was walking straight at the two with sure steps and looking at the two with a strange smirk.
Anyone could say that the Hypno wanted something from the two.
"Look at it." Drake said, as Harry walked to them. "If it isn't the Faggot Prince in person. So, what can we help your sluttiness with today?"
"Drake. Charles." Harry said, looking at the two. "I need to talk to both of you."
"About what?" Charles asked, to which Harry said:
"Personal matter."
"How personal?" Drake asked. That was when Harry's smile took a lewd undertone. He moved closer to Drake, so closer that his body was downright rubbing itself against Drake's.
"Very personal." Harry said, placing a finger on Drake's chest and running it down. "Very, very personal."
That Hypno was grinding is body against Drake now, especially on the crotch area. Even a complete moron would be able to have an idea of what "personal matter" Harry wanted with them.
The Hypno then moved away from Drake. "Man, I really need to go to the bathroom." He said, and walked past the two dragons. They looked at him as he stopped, turned to look at them over his shoulder and batted his long eyelashes at the two, and asked:
"Would you two come with me? I promise to make it worthwhile."
And he turned around, walking forward as he shook his hips seductively at the two. It would only be a clearer invitation if he lowered his pants and flashed them with a pair of panties with "FUCK ME" written at the bottom.
They look at him go for a few moments, before looking at each other.
"Do we go?" Drake asked, to which Charles shrugged and answered:
"I was in the mood for some pussy, but I'm going to have some faggot ass if that's what's on the table."
With that, the two dragons went to the bathroom after Harry. Once they were all in there, the girly Hypno stood before the two hunks, a hand on his hip and a smirk on his lips. The dragons had smirks of their own, as they were already unbuckling their belts.
"Before we begin..." Harry said, making them stop when they were about to unzip their pants. "There is a small request that I want to make to both of you."
"A request?" Charles asked, looking at the Hypno. "What, you want us to use condoms? We don't have any."
"I have some on my pocket." Harry said, tapping his jeans. "I never leave home unprepared. But, that's not what I want to ask."
"Then what is it?" Drake asked, and then he remembered that they were in a bathroom. "Wait, you don't want us to piss on you, do you? Because that's just gross."
"Relax, I'm not into watersports." Harry said, looking at the two. His smile never wavered, not even for one second. "I just want to show you guys a magic trick."
They both looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Magic trick?" Charles asked.
"Yes. A magic trick." Harry said, "Probably the best one you two will ever see."
"You're not serious, are you?" Drake asked, looking at him.
"You can bet your wings I am." Harry said, looking at the two. "It is a really nice trick. Very good. Popular too! Just let me show it to you and I promise you won't regret it."
The two dragons looked at the Hypno.
"And, what if we don't want to see any magic trick?" Charles said, looking at the Hypno.
"Then I'll go find someone who wants." Harry said nonchalantly. At this, the dragons shared a look among themselves. Drake shrugged.
"Well, I don't have problem, if I'm getting some booty in the end." The Dragonite said, and the Charizard looked at him for a moment, before he sighed.
"Fine, I'll see your stupid magic trick. But you better deep-throat me after." Charles said, and Harry smirk widened at the two.
"Okay then." Harry said, "Now, I need the two of you to look at my finger." He said, showing them a single finger. The two gave him a "are you serious" look, and Harry said:
"Come on, just look at my finger."
The two sighed, and they looked intently at the finger with a long manicured nail in it. As they did, Harry told them to pay real attention to the finger. As they did, Harry's other hand went to his back pocket, and the two failed to notice it.
"That's it. Keep looking." Harry said, as he fished something out of his pocket and moved it on his hand without the two even realizing. "Look straight at the finger. Right on the tip. Keep looking very intently. With a lot of attention."
They continued to look, and Charles was the first one to start to get feed up with that.
"So, you want us to just keep looking at your finger?" The Charizard said, clearly annoyed. "When is that magic trick of yours coming?"
That was when Harry smirked as wide as a Sharpedo.
"Just now." He said, and he recoiled his finger. Then, the hand that was above it dropped. A single pendant, held by a thin chain, was hanging from his hand, and it immediately started swinging.
"Huh?"
"What the..."
At this moment, the pendant started glowing in a blue hue, and so did Harry's eyes. The two dragons didn't even had time to think on what was going on, before they were ensnared by the psychic grip that was emanating from the Hypno before them. Both of their eyes widened and their faces relaxed as Harry's mental grip extended from the swinging pendant into the two.
"That's it... Keep looking. Both of you." Harry said, his voice slow and with a type of alluring tone that neither of them had heard from the Psychic-type until now. "Keep looking and hearing my voice. That's it. Deeper and deeper. The more you hear, the more relaxed you feel, and the more relaxed you feel, the more you want to hear. That's it. Just like that. Let my voice take you deeper. Let the pendulum take you deeper. Just like that..."
And so it went. Harry continued to swing his pendulum and talk to the two. Their eyes were both now glowing on the same hue of blue that the pendulum and Harry's eyes showed. Their expressions had gone completely slack. They had empty looks on their eyes as they continued to look. Their arms and tails were limp. Their mouths hang open and they were openly drooling.
Harry continued to talk to the two, and they drank on his words. They drank on his instructions. Drank on all that Harry was telling the two. Letting it sink in so deep into their minds that it would forever remain on their psyches. Letting it become their reality, and rewrite who they were just moments before.
It took nearly ten minutes, but by the time Harry was done, he recoiled his pendulum and snapped his fingers before the two.
They blinked, as their eyes returned to normal. However, they had confused expressions on their faces, as if they had both suddenly woke up from a dream. Harry looked at them, and he said:
"So... how you two feeling, bitches?"
The two looked at him. Now, if anyone ever called them that, they would both have something to say in return. It could be some smart remark or some insult, or sometimes they could even chose to talk with their fists. However, they simply looked at Harry, and Drake said:
"I... am okay..."
Then Charles said:
"Me too... W-when did we arrived at the bathroom?"
"Just a few minutes ago, it is not important." Harry said dismissively. "Anyway, we still need to go shopping."
"...shopping?" Drake said, looking at Harry.
"Yes, shopping." Harry said, "For Max, remember?"
"Oh, right!" Charles said, "Max."
And with this, Harry left the bathroom, with the two dragons following him close behind like two dogs following their owner. Both of them had expressions that were much different from the one they had minutes ago when they were eyeing their possible next lays. Harry, on his end, had a smirk on his face as if he was a criminal mastermind whose perfect crime had just succeeded.
December 24th - Christmas Eve
It was the end of the afternoon, and the sun was already chancing colors into shades of orange and pink, as the sun was on its way down. Max was tired after a very long day at school.
And it was really a very long day, because some of the clubs that he was part of decided to have last-minute reunions before Christmas. Mostly it was to congratulate everyone for a good year and give some awards, and to wish everyone a merry Christmas, but also to discuss some ideas for improvements or the clubs in the following year that would come.
It was one of the moments when Max wish that he wasn't a member of so many clubs. Still, the Machoke was able to manage all of his compromises and to be in all the places that he was supposed to be. Still, it proved to be a near-herculean task for him, and it left him both physically and mentally tired after having such a busy schedule. It also made Max feel glad that Christmas was on the following day, what meant no school, so he would be able to spend the entire day relaxing and doing whatever he wanted. Perhaps he would even take a break from studying and just watch some of his favorite series. The new season of Super-item Store had just arrived to Poké-flix.
Picking up his backpack and putting it on his shoulder, Max got up from the seat and pulled the cord, causing the driver to stop near the signal, allowing Max to go down. The Donphan pokémorph wished Max a merry Christmas, which the Machoke returned, before the doors closed and the driver went to drop off more students who were to spend the Christmas with their families.
Max was walking around the street, taking time to admire the scenery around him. It had just snowed, so there was a fresh layer of whiteness covering the gardens and the trees. Around him, some 'mons were clearing their doorways of the excess snow, some of them really young, probably doing some chore for someone. And there was the decorations. It was probably one of Max's favorite parts of Christmas. The beautiful decorations that were all over the houses to show the purest joy of the holiday.
Ah, how it made him feel good on the inside to see those decorations. It made the difficult day he had at school to feel not so bad about it.
Of course, the fact that today he didn't had to have Drake and Charles tormenting him did made the day more bearable.
Actually, Max even found it a bit strange. Normally Drake and Charles would always come to tease me the day before a holiday. On Halloween, they filled his entire locker with Pumkin berry-pie filling, and on Thanksgiving, they stole his books and placed them on a table as if they were part of a banquet, complete with dressing sauces all over them.
Max had been totally expecting them to try something like sending him a box from Delibird's gift that would explode as soon as he touched it, or that they would replace his backpack with books by another filled with coal.
However, none of that happened. Drake and Charles didn't even crossed his way to insult him or tease him like they done every day. Actually, when Max asked around, it seemed that no one had seen Drake and Charles on the school during that day.
It actually made Max worried, as amazing as it sounds. Why didn't they showed up to school? Were they ill? Well, it was actually no strange for them to simply skip school, some 'mons even though that they had finally decided to drop out and spend all of their time on the street, like many always suspected that they would, but Max was just not sure.
He would be going by their houses tomorrow, to check on them and see if they were okay.
As Max walked across the street, some of his neighbors, who knew him, already were greeting him, wishing him a merry Christmas, which the Machoke gladly returned. Most of them were people who Max had knew during most of his life, once he grew up in that neighborhood, and many of them had very good memories of that smart and friendly Machoke, who would often offer to help them with chores and would babysit their little ones without charging anything in return for that.
Max was surely beloved in his block, as much as he was back on his school.
As he walked, he soon was able to see his own house. What was no surprise, considering that it was the biggest house on the entire block.
Two stores high. One big living room. An entrance hall. A fully equipped kitchen. A dining room. Ten bedrooms. Three bathrooms. A massive garden with a fountain outside. A huge garage with three cars inside of it. It was indeed a big house.
The kind of house that you could only afford when you had a considerable amount of money. Like the Armstrong family.
Max's father was a world-famous wrestling champion, famous for never have lost a single fight during his entire career, and who had a legion of fans and a lot of contracts with famous brand products. His mother, on her end, was a famous writer, who is currently working on the first book of her newest collection of fantasy romances, and was on a negotiation to turn one of her previous books into a movie series, with another on the side to make another book series into a tv series for Poké-flix.
As a result, they had enough money to afford a huge house like that, as well as a few other luxuries. However, it was not without its drawbacks.
As a famous wrestler, his father often had to travel to many other regions to take part into important events, and it was not unusual for him to be away for several weeks, or even for months. And his mother, due to being such a famous writer and being negotiating the royalties for turning her books into movies and series, had to be away from home for a while lately, as she had to travel to handle a few of the negotiations herself.
So, lately, Max had been quite lonely inside that huge house. They didn't had servants, despite of having such a huge house. Only a team of maidens who came twice a month to dust and mop the whole house. His parents knew that it was not good to be dependent on money for everything, so they mostly did everything around the house themselves, including cleaning and laundry, and they made sure that Max would also know how to do those things, so he would not be dependent on them and their money for the rest of his life.
Max grew up quite fine due to his parents' attitude. Not entitled or bratty at all, and fully understanding how the world worked and how to take care of himself. Still, he did missed his parents, who were always traveling and going around doing things. Of course, it was not as if they were not unite as family. In fact, his parents both loved him, and he loved both of his parents. It just happened that they were not around to spend so much time with him. Like during that specific Christmas.
His father was in Alola, to take part on a local tournament with the local champions, and his mother was in Hoenn to work on the deal and casting for the series based on her adventure books. This meant that he would be alone on the house for this Christmas. Both of his parents were really sad that they would not be able to spend the holiday with them or contact him during Christmas Eve, but they both promised to call him in the morning to talk.
It was okay for Max. He knew was not their fault that they were so busy, and he promised to them that he would be fine Christmas, and that he would buy gifts for them that would be waiting when they got back.
Sighing, Max walked to the front door and, as he approached, he was able to see that there was something on the door.
It was a note. No... two notes. One right on top of the other and both strapped to the door with duct tape.
Max looked at the first note, and he read for it, and he quickly recognized Harry's handwriting.
***
Hey, Maxxie.
Had to use that spare key for emergencies, but don't worry, nothing is wrong. I just had to go inside the house to leave a gift for you.
You can thank me for it at school.
Merry X-mas.
XOXO Harry.
***
Max finished reading that first note, and he then pulled both it and the second one from the door, and took a look at the second one.
It looked to be some kind of list.
***
TRIGGER WORDS
_Cock Lover - Cockworship and oral sex
_Butt-kisser - Ass worship and rimming
_Faggy-slut - Makes crave to be fuck in the ass
_Sleepy-head - Makes fall asleep.
_Obedient bitch - Makes agree with your words
_Watch the hands - Handjob
_Horny Fag - Increases horniness each time it is said
_Less clothes - Makes undress
_Dance for me - Sexy dance
_Enough of this - Overrides any previous trigger words and makes stop the action.
PS: The trigger words only work if either you or me say it, and not if anyone else speaks them. So, don't worry about something going wrong in public.
Harry
***
Max had a raised eyebrow as he looked at that weird list.
Was it some kind of joke?
Harry was the kind who did jokes sometimes. Most of said jokes were of some kind of sexual nature, like this one seemed to be, considering the trigger word thing...
He didn't bought one of those sex robots that he spoke about once on that suspicious website, did he?
Max would only know once he was inside the house.
So, fishing out inside his pocket, Max grabbed his key and used it to unlock the door. He walked inside, and noticed that the lights on the house were already on, and he could hear a sound coming from the living room.
What was it? There was someone on the house?
There was then the sound of rushed whispering, and the sound of the television being turn off. Immediately, there was the sound of footsteps coming on Max's direction, what immediately put the Machoke on guard, fearing that there might have robbers on the house.
He had a hand raised, his fist clenched and starting to glow slightly as he got a Focus Punch ready to deliver at someone who came to attack him. Max was ready for anything.
He just wasn't ready for what he saw coming from the living room in his direction.
His arms dropped to the side. His backpack falling into the ground. His eyes were wide as dinner plates and if his jaw had dropped any further it would have hit the floor.
All he could do was stare.
Sure, he did not expected to see Drake and Charles on his house. That alone would be surprise enough, but it was made even more shocking by the fact of how they were dressed.
They weren't dressing the "delinquent/bully-style" clothes that they usually wore both on school and out of it. Instead, they were dressed in... lingerie.
Each one of the dragon 'mons was wearing a complete set of lingerie. Legwear, corsets, bras and panties. Both of them looked to be made of silk and translucent, allowing to see their bodies beneath the fabric. The lingerie also seemed to be at least one number too small for them, making them fit rather obscenely their bodies, especially the panties, which seemed like they barely were holding the junk of the two dragons, making the front bulge in a way that was nothing short of indecent. The lingerie differed just on the color, as Drake's lingerie was of a scarlet coloration, making a nice contrast with his yellow scales, while Charles' lingerie was black, making it stand out against his orange scales. They both had something around their necks too: ribbons wrapped in the form of present bows.
"Welcome home, Master." The two dragons chorused, as they walked near Max, and then, they started posing.
"We have been waiting for you to come home just so you could see us." Charles said, as he and Drake made a pose with a hand on their chest and the other behind the neck.
"We have been lonely without you, and we were both looking forward for you to come." Drake said, speaking what was clearly a rehearsed speech as they changed position, and were now with their backs to each other and their hands strategically placed.
"So you could see how cute we are." Charles said, as they turned around and raised their tails, flashing their silk-clad butts to the Machoke. "Do you like it, Master? We wanted to look pretty for you."
"Because we like you." Drake said, as they turned around, now standing front-to-front with each other, holding their hands as they looked at the Machoke. Then they both said in unison:
"And we want to make you very, very happy..."
Max did nothing more than to stare.
He heard clearly each word, but he was not sure if he believed what he was hearing.
Was this real?
Was he dreaming?
Why were those two in there, wearing that and speaking like that?
It was so not like them. For starters, neither of them would ever wear panties, as they were your traditional "toxic masculine bullies". No way they would wear anything that they considered girly. They didn't even liked pastel colorations for they were "girly", no way they would ever wear complete lingerie sets!
They would also never speak something like that to another guy. They would probably be turned on if another guy talked to them like that, but they wouldn't be the ones talking like that to anyone. They were too proud to do something like that.
So they doing what they were doing at that moment was just unthinkable for Max, for it was way too out of character for the two dragons. No way that they would be on Max's house wearing that and speaking like that. Not even as a prank they would be doing that. Actually, Max could not even picture the two wanting to do a prank that involved them doing what they were doing in first place.
It was just so unlikely for them to do something like that. They would have to be being possessed or mind controlled to even consider...
Suddenly something clicked on Max's mind, and his gaze finally shifted from the two dragons to the paper that he still held on his hand.
The papers that had Harry's handwriting.
Harry was from a family with money, like Max. While Max's parents did money from being famous wrestler and writer, Harry's father made money due to a specific way that he developed of using the Hypnosis move.
It was not unusual for 'mons to find different ways of using traditional moves, learning, through training and experimentation, to achieve effects so impressive and amazing with traditional moves that it was as if they had invented new types of moves. Sometimes the things that they managed to do were so amazing that they verged on the realm of magic or superpowers. And some who managed to learn how to do that often taught others how to do it, many times their own children, to keep this knowledge within the lineage.
It was the case with Harry's family.
His grandfather had developed a unique way of using the Hypnosis move. A move that originally only puts other mons to sleep. However, Harry's grandpa once found a way to use that move to place other mons in a state of mindlessness where their minds were open to suggestion. So open, in fact, that it was possible to implant ideas deep into their minds, and those ideas would take root and grow inside someone's mind. It was possible to induce them to like new things, cure addictions, get rid of certain personality traits or insert brand new ones, to get rid of unwanted memories or create fake ones, it was possible to basically rewrite someone's personality to the most basic level, and even turn them into a completely different person.
That Hypno made fortune by using his new brand of Hypnosis to help and cure mons that were suffering from traumas or other mental ailments. He taught it to his Harry's father, who in turn taught it to Harry.
That's what happened!
Harry used his special brand of Hypnosis to make those two act like that...
What was that idiot thinking!?
It was illegal to use moves on others like that! Moves that affected someone else's mind were particularly thorny on that subject. Using those skills on others was only allow during competitive battles, and they could never exceed the duration of the battle. Using them on long term or outside of a competitive battle was only allow if they were attacking you or if you had their permission. And no way those two would have given permission for something like that, and if they had attacked Harry he would not have had the chance to use any move.
How could Harry do something like that!?
How long would that Hypnosis last? Hours? Days? Could Max snap them out of it himself? Would they remember what happened after they snapped out of it? Would it even be possible to snap them out?
Would they be like that forever? Did Harry completely rewrote their personalities using that move? If that was the case than the Hypno could be in serious trouble if someone ever caught ear of it. He could even be arrest for it!
That was bad. That was so bad...
"Master...?" A voice broke Max out of his reflection, and he looked over at Drake and Charles. They were both looking at him, and they seemed upset and a bit worried.
"Y-you are not making a happy face..." Drake said, sounding meek, something that was rare, if not unheard of. "Did you... did you not like seeing us...?"
"Did we made you upset?" Charles asked, and they both seemed like they would be sad if the answer was yes. Seeing those expressions, Max was quick to answer to them.
"No!" He said, looking at them. "No, you two... you didn't made me upset. I mean, not right now. Is just that... I was just... thinking..."
The two dragons shared a look, and then Charles asked:
"Were you thinking of how mean we were to you?"
Max looked at the two, and he saw sadness on their eyes.
"We are both very sorry for how we treated you, Master." Drake said, looking at Max, and sounding very sincere as he said that. "Honestly I... I don't even know why I acted like that."
"Me neither." Charles said, "I am very sorry for being so mean to you, we both are."
"And we want to make up to you." Drake said, looking at him. "That's why we are here."
At this, they both walked to him, and each one gave him a key.
"Keys?" Max asked.
"Of our chastity cages." Charles said, and both the dragons lowered the front of their panties, reveling that their cocks were trap into small cages of metal.
Max stared at their trapped cocks, before he looked back at them, and slowly reached out to take the keys. Then, the two kneeled before him.
"We will do anything to prove to you that we are really sorry, and to be forgiven." Drake said.
"So, just say what you want and we will do it for you, Master." Charles said, and then they both said:
"We are yours, Max. Do as you like with us."
Max's eye twitched from a miniature aneurism.
This was so... hot.
This was like, the hottest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. And this was real.
Drake and Charles were really kneeling before him, in lingerie, and offering themselves to him like that. This was so hot. And the fact that they kept calling him "Master" made him feel all the hotter.
Of course, a part of his mind still had some problems due to them technically not being on control of themselves due to having suffered Hypnosis brainwashing. Taking their offer under such circumstances would count as rape? Could Max go to jail along with Harry if anyone found out?
Max was not sure, and he found himself caring about it less and less the more he looked at those two, who continued to look at him expectantly, waiting his answer.
What was he supposed to do now?
What was he even supposed to say?
Was there a script for this? There was some kind of word that he needed to...
That was when Max remembered. The list!
Taking the list up and reading from it once more, Max looked through all of the "trigger words" on there, and he wondered if they all really worked. Max never asked Harry in depth how his family's Hypnosis worked. Would it be like in the movies and series? When you just said a word and the person zoned out and did what you wanted them to do?
Looking back at the two, who were still looking expectantly at him, Max decided to give it a try.
"Uhhh... Cock... Cock lover?"
For a moment, a blue glow flashed on their eyes, and they both shuddered. Then, they looked at Max again, with a hungry look on their faces.
For a moment, max got worried, and he even gave a step back.
"Master... We... we need your cock." Charles said, looking at the Machoke.
"Would you let us worship and suck your magnificent cock, Master?" Charles asked. "Please?"
Max looked at the two, kneeling at his feet. They were looking up at him like puppies asking the owner for food. It took a few moments, but Max eventually said:
"Sure. Go ahead." He said to the two. Apparently, it was all the encouragement the two dragons needed.
Soon, the two were fumbling with Max's pants. They unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down. Max's member flopped out, and it was already at half-mast due to the horniness of the entire situation. The dragons admired it for a few moment, and then they started to work.
Max gasped and shivered as he felt licks and kisses all over his cock. They took special attention to the head, licking all around it, kissing it, even popping it in their mouths and sucking it gently. Soon, the Machoke's cock had reached its full hardness, and it throbbed with each beat of Max's heart.
Max gasped and moaned, his eyes rolling as the two continued to service his cock. They had a lot of skill in doing it, was to be add.
At one moment, one of them would be taking the head on his mouth and sucking it gently, while the other ran his tongue all over the body of the cock, slathering it with saliva. On another moment, one would be taking his cock deep on his throat while the other would be playing with his balls by licking and sucking on them. On another moment, they would both be covering the cock with kisses as they tried the "we are trying to make out but there is a dick on the way" technique.
All of that worked wonders on Max, as he moaned and let out other pleasured sounds as the two dragons worked his cock over. His cock leaked pre more and more, and the two would take turns lapping at it as if they were lapping at honey. All the while, Max got more and more into it. Any worries about the legal implications of having sex with brainwashed 'mons who would normally never be doing what they were doing now were forgotten, as he felt his cock being skillfully pleasured by the two.
The fact that they were saying stuff as they serviced his cock didn't helped at all.
"Your cock is so delicious, Master."
"And it's so big."
"Bigger than ours."
"We are so happy for finally tasting it."
"Do you like it when I lick the head, Master?"
"Can I suck your cock next, Master?"
"Your pre is so nice, Master."
"Your balls feel so full, Master."
"Master."
"Master!"
They sounded so needy and submissive as they spoke that. This all fueled Max's desire as they were behaving just like needy sluts.
Well, if they were acting like that, then Max might as well treat them like that.
"You like my cock, you sluts?" Max asked, smirking at them, to which the two promptly said "yes, we love it", as they looked back at their master. Max smirked at the two.
"Then keep working on it." He said, as he reached out and grabbed both their heads. "Work on it, you two sluts!"
"Yes, Master!" They said as they kept working on the cock, now more enthusiastically. Max made sure to have them work on every inch of his dick, as he held Charles by the horn and Drake by the horn/antenna on his head. He moved their heads over his cock, taking full control. He was the one who decided when one would be sucking his cock or kissing his balls, and he would change them from position according to his whims. The two were almost completely passive at this point, and they just sucked and licked in answer to how Max handled their heads, letting the Machoke use them both as toys for his own pleasure.
And the Machoke had become quite vocal as he used the two.
"Oh, you love this, don't you? You dragon sluts?"
"Yes, Master! We love it very much!"
"You are nothing but sluts, aren't you?"
"Yes, we are!"
"Sluts like you love to be used by a manly dude like me, ain't that right? Because you are two sluts who love to be used by their master!"
"Yes, it's true! We are two sluts who love to be use by a real man! A man like you! We love you Master! Please, use us like the sluts we are!"
"Oh, I will!" Max said, clenching his grasp on the two. "And I'll mark you as my sluts!"
As he said that, he held their heads very close to his cock, forcing their cheeks to press on it as he thrusted his cock back and forth between their heads, now effectively using them both as two halves of the same fleslight. They did nothing but to whimper and pant as their Master used them, not trying to free themselves and not voicing anything that remotely resembled a complain.
Max continued with this, rubbing their cheeks on his cock faster and faster until, with a loud grunt, Max came.
His balls contracted to near his body and his tip flared, as ropes of pearly white cum came out of his cock straight into the faces of the two dragons.
Max was a hard cummer, it was important to notice. He was able to produce a considerable amount of cum. That was something that the Machoke had learned after years of masturbating, as he often had to clean up quite a while after cumming. Depending on the type of stimulation that he was having, he could cum even more than usual. He learned that after all the sex he had.
I mean, come on, he was an eighteen-year-old hunk of a Machoke. Of course he would have had a lot of sex during high-school. And in it, he learned a lot of how much he could cum when he was having sex with someone.
This time, with Drake and Charles servicing him, he managed to cum fifteen times.
As he was done, he let out a sigh, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm for nearly an entire minute, before he looked down at the two dragons.
As he expected, the two were cover in cum. Their yellow and orange faces had been paint with many streaks of pearly-white semen. Charles had to close his eye to prevent cum from going in it, while Drake had nearly his entire head painted white by Max's cum. Both of them were licking their lips, trying to lap on as much of that cum as their tongues could reach.
"You two looks like sluts now." Max said, making the two look at him. The Machoke had an ear-to-ear smirk as he looked down at the two. "I've marked you with my cum, so now you two belong to me."
He sounded like a caveman saying things like that and he knew it, but he just couldn't help but get all dominant when he was having sex. None of his sexual partners ever complained about it, and it didn't looked like Drake and Charles would either. In fact, Max had the impression that they really liked the idea of belonging to the Machoke. The dreamy look on their eyes and the smiles on their mouths gave that impression, at least.
"Well, now that I've marked my two sluts, I think it is time to take things further." Max said, "Hope neither of you thought that I would be done after cumming a single time."
"We want to continue, sir." Charles said, and Drake then said:
"We'll do anything to make you happy, Master."
That put a smirk on Max's face.
"Good... then, what about we take this to my bedroom?"
It took them only a few minutes to get to Max's bedroom. The two looked pretty eager to be in there. Especially after Max told them that he was going to remove their cages. Apparently, they have been lock on those cages since the previous day, courtesy of Harry. They even let out relieved sighs as Max unlocked and removed the cages from their cocks (only them realized that they seemed a bit too small for their cocks, what suggested that it was a struggle to fit them in). Max placed them on the nightstand by his bed, along with the panties they were wearing, and now he was ready to have fun with his two dragons.
Drake and Charles both let out loud moans as Max worked them over.
Drake was moaning as he was penetrated. Max was laying on the bed, and Drake was sitting on his lap. More precisely, he was sitting right on the Machoke's cock, which penetrated his tailhole, making him moan. Max had been sure to use a good amount of lube and to finger Drake pretty well (what caused him to spurt a throbbing boner in less than one minute) to get the dragon ready for his dick. Now, Drake moaned as he rode that big Machoke cock, while Max had his hands on his hips and was guiding the dragon up and down his cock.
Max was moaning just like Drake was, but it was harder to hear his moans, since he had Charles cock on his mouth. The Charizard moaned himself as he moved his hips to send his cock in and out of Max's mouth, at the request of the Machoke himself, and Max sucked on his cock rather greedily, even as the orange dragon started to go harder on his mouth and nearly send his cock down Max's throat.
With the two dragon's moaning loud, Max allowed himself to fully feel the situation developing to him, and once more convince himself that it was actually happening. All the worries of legal repercussions and possible accounts of rape were forgot completely, as he allowed himself to bask on the feeling of his bullies now making love to him. His cock throbbed inside Drake's ass as he rode it, and he could also feel Charles' cock throbbing inside his mouth. It was clear by the way that they were moaning that neither of them would last much longer.
So, Max picked up his pace. He started to thrust his cock deeper and harder on Drake's ass (while one of his hands now went to masturbate the dragon) and sucked harder on Charles' cock. This, of course, caused the two dragons to moan louder and get more into it, as Drake bounced on Max cock and Charles fucked his mouth like it was his girlfriend's pussy.
This went by for a few minutes until, with two loud moans, the two dragons came.
Drake moaned in a girly way as he came, still bouncing on Max's cock as his cock erupted and shot stream after stream of cum all over the Machoke's stomach and chest. His orgasm caused his ass to clench around Max's cock, causing the Machoke to cum up his tailhole. Once more, we remember that Max could cum a lot, and he cummed a lot inside Drake, flooding the Dragonite with his semen and making him moan in an even girlier way.
And, of course, Charles reached orgasm as well. He sent his cock deep into Max mouth and he nearly roared as he cummed on it. Max took big gulps to send all of that cum right into his stomach. It was no biggie, once the Machoke had his fair share of sucking cock. Not as much as Harry, of course, but enough to not choke on cum when someone came deep into his mouth.
After their orgasms all subsided, the three mons remained panting for a while. Charles let out another weak moan as Max pulled his mouth off his cock, sucking it all the way until it slipped out of his lips with a *pop*. The Machoke then ran his tongue over his mouth, tasting the leftover cum before swallowing.
"No bad." Max said, "Strong, salty, with a spicy aftertaste. Kind of like curry... I like it."
"G-glad you do, Master." Charles said, still panting from the orgasm that he just had, and Max nodded at him, before looking at the dragon who still had his cock up the tailhole.
"Now, Drake..." He said, smirking at the dragon like a predator looking at a prey. "I'd like to know how you taste."
Now they were on a new position. Drake was still on top of Max, but this time he was not sitting on his lap.
The Dragonite and Machoke were now on a sixty-nine position, and they were going to town on each other's cocks. Drake moved his head up and down at Max's cock, while the fighting-type had his powerful legs wrapped around the Dragonite's head as he was thrusting in and out of his mouth in synch with the dragon's head bobbing. Meanwhile, Max himself was bobbing his head into the cock of the dragon above him, sucking on it greedily as he wanted to taste the cum.
And, as they were two going to town on each other, Charles was behind Drake, hugging his tail as he fucked the dragon on the tailhole. Max ordered the Charizard to do it so it would be an extra stimulus to cause Drake to cum. Also, so the Charizard wouldn't be left out of the fun.
They all moaned as they went to it. Max held Drake's head with his legs as he face-fucked the Dragonite, who only took it. And he did it while he eagerly sucked on Drake's cock, loving to feel the cock throbbing inside his mouth as he sucked into it like a candy cane, and he also liked the taste of pre. The amount of it told him that soon the Dragonite would be cumming, and that was enough for him to double his efforts into sucking it.
Charles seemed that he would be coming soon as well. He was fucking really hard at Drake's ass, his hips a blur as he drove his cock in and out of that dragon's tailhole with wild abandon that clearly belonged to someone who would be cumming at any moment now.
Eventually, they all came. First it was Max. He tightened his grip on Drake's head with his leg (but being careful to not choke him or snap his neck with his powerful appendages) and forced him to take all of his cock, as he cummed into his muzzle. The dragon Pokémon chocked on it, but only for a moment, before he forced himself to swallow all of it.
As Max orgasmed, this meant that Drake was finally allowed to orgasm as well. So, as his mouth was filled and he swallowed the torrent of cum that came from Max's cock, Drake could finally let go the orgasm he was holding back, and he orgasmed into Max mouth, and the Machoke gladly took all of it into his mouth.
As Drake orgasmed, his tailhole clenched, clamping around Charles' cock, and that was the signal for the Charizard to let it loose on that tailhole. With a roar and a small puff of flames coming out of his mouth, the Fire/Flying-type cummed, sending his cock and seed deep into the ass of that Dragonite.
They all orgasmed, and soon, they were all coming out of their high as they panted, and Max was the first to recover fully. He suckled on Drake's cock, taking all of the cum out of it, and swirling it around his mouth and tasting the cum.
"Not bad." Max said, "Not as spicy as Charles', but with a more potent taste, more earthy. And with a slightly bitter aftertaste... I love it."
Drake moaned something as he heard that. Max's cock was still on his mouth, and the Dragonite was swirling it on his tongue as he sucked at it very gently.
"My, my, what a diligent slut you are." Max said, as Drake moaned around his cock. "Diligent sluts deserve rewards."
Max was smirking as he said that, and he then looked up at Charles. "Say, what about we switch holes?"
The bedroom now was fill with the sounds of slapping and slurping, as well as moaning and grunting.
Drake was now on all fours on the ground, and he was moaning loud as his body rocked back and forth. In front of him, Charles was on his knees, and he was driving his hard cock in and out of Drake's mouth, fucking his muzzle hard and fast as he had been doing for a while. Behind Drake, Max was on the same position and he was fucking the Dragonite's tailhole as hard and fast as Charles' was fucking his mouth, one arm around Drake's tail for leverage while the other was running up and down the Dragonite's back to tease him.
"That's, it. That's a good slut." Max said, a smirk on his face as he fucked Drake's tailhole. "You love this, don't you? Having a cock in your ass and another inside your mouth? Of course you do! You are a slut, after all, and sluts love cocks more than anything."
Drake moaned around Charles' cock, and he seemed like he was sucking on it harder, as if he was agreeing with Max's words while being unable to form clear words. It was clear that the Dragonite was enjoying it, as much as Charles, who was fucking the dragon's mouth hard and fast.
"Keep fucking hard, Charles." Max said, "Make sure to make proper use of this slut's mouth."
"Y-yes... Master..." Charles said between pants and growls of pleasure. It was clear by the way he was panting that he was not going to last much longer. Max knew by Drake's moans that he wouldn't either. Still, neither of them had permission to cum before their Master did. Luckily for them, Max was just about on his edge as well.
"I am... about to cum..." Max said between pants and groans of pleasure. "Do you hear me, sluts? I'm about to cum. When I do, then you will be allow to cum."
"Y-yes, Master." Charles said.
"MMMM!" Drake moaned around Charles' cock.
"Alright! Those ae gooooood sluts! I'm about to cum! Oh, yes! Clench your ass just like that, you dragon slut! Yes! I'm about to cum! I'm cumming now! Cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!"
And then, as he said, Max cummed. He cummed deep into Drake's tailhole, filling him to the bring with his potent cum. Max could still cum a lot, even after cumming repeatedly in a short space of time.
Drake, on his turn, cummed less, due to being cumming on the third time on a row, and only a few spurts of cum came from his cock and landed on the ground as he orgasmed. Charles didn't cummed a lot also, as only a few spurts of cum came from his cock into the mouth of Drake, who moaned around his cock.
After they were done cumming, the three were left panting. Drake's arms were shaking, and it seemed that he would be dropping to the ground at any second. Charles also seemed to be quite tired, by the way that he was panting.
Max, however, still had some wind on him for one more round.
"Alright, Charles..." Max said, smirking at the Charizard, who still panted as he looked at him. "Now it's your turn."
Charles was moaning.
He was tired and his cock felt sore from having gotten hard four times in a short period of time. He would like a break, to be honest, but Master said he could only have one after this final activity.
Charles accepted it, even though he wanted to rest now. He could not understand how his Master had so much energy while both he and Drake were nearly exhausted! He was truly an alpha male.
Still, even though he was tired and wanting to rest, he could not help but moan loudly now that he had two cocks going in and out of his tailhole.
Max made sure to keep a good pace and take his time, as he didn't wanted to hurt Charles. He also made sure to use nearly half of the whole bottle of lube for this. After all, being penetrate by one cock was already something, who says about being penetrated by two. And both of them bigger than the average cock.
He was sure to penetrate him as carefully as he could, and made sure to have Drake do the same. They took a lot of breaks for Charles to take a rest and get used to the size of the both their cocks, and once they were inside, they made sure to start slow, thrusting at the same time and very carefully to be sure that Charles would not be hurt.
Of course, as it was the case in such situations, they didn't kept it slow forever. As time passed, Charles got used to the penetration and his grunts were replace by moaning and begging. This was the cue for Max and Drake to speed up their fucking, as they wanted to do as the need for pleasure on them grew the longer they felt that delicious clamping around their cocks as they pumped them in and out of that tight ass.
In a matter of minutes, the slow and careful lovemaking turned into a Charizard bouncing on the cocks of a Machoke and a Dragonite as he panted, drooled and begged for more.
"You really love this, don't you?" Max said, whispering the words into Charles' earhole. "You really love it, don't you, slut? You love two cocks ramming into your tailhole like that. You love feeling two whole cocks all the way up your ass. What a slut you are. That's what you are, right? You are a slut who is so hungry for cock that you want two of them going into your ass at the same time, aren't you?"
"Y-yes!" Charles said, with a tired but needy voice. "I am a slut! I am a big slut who loves cock! I love having two cocks on my tailhole! I would love to have three or even four of them inside me at once if I could! I love cock! I need cock! C-cock! Cock! Cock! I need cock! Please... Master! Drake! Keep fucking me! G-give me your c-c-coooooocks..."
Max smirked, and looked over at Drake.
"You heard this fire slut, didn't you?" Max asked the Dragonite. "Let's give him what he wants."
This was a way of saying: "let's fuck him even harder". An order that Drake obeyed, even though he was as tired as Charles.
Charles' eyes rolled as a coarse moans escaped his throat, as the two pokémorphs fucking him started sending their cocks even deeper and harder into his ass. He bounced on their cocks as if he was a living fleslight, a sex-toy being share by the two well-endowed 'mons who were currently using him.
They kept it for a while, with both Charles and Drake showing signs of tiredness. However, Max knew how to deal with it.
"Horny fags." He said, loud enough for the two to hear. For a brief moment, their eyes flashed on a blue coloration. They both then let out moans, and this made Max smile.
"That's right. Just look at you, couple of horny fags. You are horny, fags? Of course you are. So, it is only appropriate that I call you horny fags. For that's exactly what you two are. Horny fags!"
The two were now moaning so loud. Drake was going at that ass even harder, and Charles was begging them to go harder and to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. The trigger words made sure that their horniness surpassed their tiredness. This was all that Max wanted from them. It was good, for he was about to cum.
"I am cumming guys!" Max said, speaking to the two. "I'm going to cum now! Come on, sluts! Cum with me! Both of you! C-cumming now!"
With this, Max came, and he once more proved that he could produce far more cum than the average male, even after doing so five times in a row. He flooded Charles' tailhole, producing much more cum than Drake, who barely produced a few dribbles, as his balls were completely dry from all of the cumming he'd done that night.
Charles didn't produced much cum as well. Having his ass filled only caused him to produce a few dribbles of cum, which didn't even had enough strength to shot out of his cock. They just leaked from the tip, down his dick and balls and dripped down to the floor.
After this, all of them relaxed. Both the dragons were panting like they had ran a marathon, and both of them looked like they were just about ready to drop to the ground and pass out from exhaustion. Max was panting as well, as now he was genuinely tired.
After five amazing orgasms, he finally felt that his balls were empty, and he finally felt like he had enough sex.
Perhaps it was time to give those two lizards a break.
"Let's go to bed." Max said as he helped Charles off their softening cocks, and helped both Charles and Drake in direction to the bed. The two dragons wobbled by his sides as if their legs felt numb or stiff. Max practically had to carry them both to bed, and he could tell that they both felt relieved when they were able to lie in a soft bed and cuddle with the Machoke.
Max looks at them, with one on each of his arms, and he saw how tired the two looked after such a long and intense sex.
"Tired?" He asks, and the two look at him before nodding weakly. Max then said:
"Sleepy heads."
Their eyes flashed blue and they closed them nearly immediately, with their heads hitting their pillows and their breathing calming down and becoming regular. They were on deep sleep before their heads even hit the pillows.
Max looked at the two of them, and he could not help but smirk to himself.
With that smirk still on his face, he pulled the two dragons, his' dragons, close to himself, nearly as if he wanted to convince himself that this was real, and that those two dragons who made his life so difficult for the past years were truly his' now.
With those dragons on his arms, and a smirk on his muzzle, Max drifted to sleep.
December 25th - Christmas morning
Everyone was jolly on that Christmas.
Families were waking up and sharing their "good mornings" on that jolly day. Children were rushing to their trees and finding lots of gifts under them, courtesy of their relatives (or of Stantaclaus, in the case of the really little children) while their parents watched with a smile. Childless parents or lovers traded their gifts on the breakfast table while they shared some eggnog (some of them mixed with alcohol) as they enjoyed their own Christmas with no children around.
And Max?
Max had the whole house for himself. He woke up, took a shower, answered the door as the mailman delivered a boat-ton of presents from his parents, used his tablet to share a word with his parents on Poké-chat in real time so they could trade a Merry Christmas and tell him that they would be coming back after New Year's. Now he was eating his breakfast while sitting in the sofa in front of the television.
Morning news spoke of some matters that varied from a special Christmas celebration for the less fortunate, courtesy of some really rich 'mon after some publicity (Max thought), to a small accident that happened last night when some guy was driving back home drunk from an adult Christmas party.
Max watched it all as he ate from his bowl of morning cereal, having chosen a brand of cereal that perfectly matched the Christmas morning, with flakes on the shape of Stantler heads, actual snowflakes and miniature Christmas trees. He ate it with eggnog in place of milk, as he had long discovered a personal predilection for that as his own way of getting in Christmas spirit.
He laid on the big sofa and relaxed as he looked at the television and ate spoonful after spoonful of his breakfast. Of course, he only heard and tasted half of it, as his attention was more focus to the feeling between his legs.
Drake and Charles were between his legs, both once more wearing their complete lingerie sets (panties included) and with their cocks both locked back into their chastity cages, which's keys hanged from a chain around Max's neck. They were both worshipping Max's cock, licking all over it, sucking on the head and the balls, and planting kisses all over it. They had a vacant expression on their faces as they serviced the Machoke, what initially worried Max, but which he later dismissed as nothing more than a side effect of the hypnosis Harry placed on them.
Max was no longer worried about the legal implications. Well, not as much, at least.
I mean, would you be worried about legal implications and about police if you had two eager sluts ready to suck your cock on command? Being honest, most young adults would not.
Max enjoyed them worshipping his cock like that, until he finished his cereal, calmly placed the empty bowl at the side, and looked down at the two, placing hands on their heads and saying:
"Enough of this."
Immediately, their eyes flashed blue, as that trigger word overrode the previous command and made them stop worshipping his cock and step back. They looked up at their master, just waiting for the next command.
"You two love my cock so much, don't you?" Max asked, which they both promptly confirmed that they did, what made Max chuckle. "Of course you do, you love it so much that you want to have it in the early hours of the morning. Such a pair of horny fags."
They both shivered as their eyes flashed blue for a moment, making them look at Max with even more desire.
"M-master..." Charles said, while Drake was already whining.
"Masteeeeeeer."
Max looked at the two moaning and whimpering sluts kneeling before him, and he smirked.
"You two really are horny fags, aren't you? He asked them again. "Of course you are. Just two horny fags who love their master's dick. That's what you two are..." He once more had a smirk that would make envy to a Sharpedo on his muzzle. "Just a pair of faggy-sluts."
They were shivering madly already, and that last trigger word made their eyes flash blue. They immediately turned around, leaning over the table, lowering their panties and raising their tails for their master.
"Master! Please, fuck me! I can't take it anymore!"
"Master! I need your cock! Please, shove it up my ass! Please, please, pleaaaaaaseeeee!"
Max smirked as he saw the two begging for his cock just like sluts. Oh, how Max wished that he had two cocks so he could fuck them both at the same time. Unfortunately, he was not a Garchomp, so he only had one cock. He could only fuck one of them.
He got up from the sofa, grabbing hold of a bottle of lube he had brought from his bedroom, and squeezed some on his hand before using it to coat his cock in a good layer of lube, making it nice and slick. He was not sure if he needed, though, because those two butts still looked kinda loose after last night's fun. Still, he used some, just to be safe.
"Eenie. Meenie. Miney. Mo." Max said, as he shook his hips so his cock swung left and right like a pendulum. "In which tailhole will this big, juicy cock go?"
Charles and Drake were practically trembling with anticipation. Each one of them begging to be his' tailhole the one chosen by their master to fuck. That actually made a tough decision for the Machoke to choose which one he would fuck. However, Max would eventually make his decision.
Drake was practically moaning already as he felt Max's hands, still greasy with the lube, hold his hips, and his cock touched his tailhole. All he could think was that Master had chosen him, and that filled him with joy.
Charles, on the other hand, felt left out for not having been chose. He whimpered, as the desire for his master burned on his body and made him want nothing more than to have his tailhole filled by his magnificent cock. Max noticed it, and he smirked at the Charizard.
"Don't be so blue, my dear Charlie." Max said, looking at the Fire-type. "Drake might get my cock, but I have something for you as well..."
Charles looked at Max, the Fighting-type moved his hand out of Drake's hip, and his fingers went to Charles' butt. The Charizard shivered as he felt those fingers running through his butt and under his tail, until they found his hole.
As the two dragons were ready and with something poking at their backdoors, they both let out loud moans, whining, begging Max to do it. To claim them once more, just as he had done on the previous night, because they were ready for more.
Well, when his two sluts were begging like that, how could he deny them?
So, with a perfect synchronicity, Max penetrated both of them at the same time. Drake with his cock, and Charles with his cock. Both penetrations happened easily, and caused the two to gasp, right before they moaned and trembled in a way that made Max, for a moment, think they had orgasmed them and there. However, the Machoke soon saw that it was not the case. They were simply really happy for having their master inside them again.
Well, they were about to be even happier, then.
So, Max started doing his business.
His cock and fingers moved in synch, in and out of their respective tailholes, causing their owners to clench and to moan loudly.
"A-ah! Ahhhh! S-s-so good!"
"M-Master! M-Masteeeeeeer!"
Their tailholes, even after the night before, still had a vice-like grip as they clenched around his cock and fingers. This, of course, didn't stopped Max in the slightest. He only added force to the thrusting of is appendages into the tailholes of his two sluts, what caused them to moan louder.
As they moaned, Max himself grunted and let out other sounds of pleasure, as the satisfaction of this situation was getting him all riled up. Not only he was once more fucking Drake's tailhole with his cock, but he had both of the dragons moaning loudly for him like cheap sluts as they took all that Max offered to them.
Max made sure to make it enjoyable for the two. He angled his cock on the right way so it would always hit square on Drake's prostate, making him let out a high-pitched squeal each time that it happened. His squeals were as loud as the ones that Charles made when Max hooked his fingers and pressed them directly on the Charizard's prostate, massaging it with each movement of his lubed fingers.
This was enough to get the two moaning loudly and leaking buckets of pre inside their chastity cages. And even if they weren't...
"Horny fags." Max said between pants and moans. "Horny fags... Horny fags... Duo of horny fags... you are such horny fags... HORNY FAGS!"
Those words caused their eyes to glow blue each time, and they moaned louder and girlier each time. More and more pre leaked from their caged cocks, and Max knew by their reactions that they were about to cum once more, but they would only do so when given permission. Max had to admire the work that Harry did on those two on their ability to hold back their orgasm.
Still, Max thought that it had been too long already.
"You are about to cum?" Max asked, looking at the two moaning dragons. They were too lost in pleasure to give a coherent answer, so they only nodded. That was enough answer for Max. "You both want to cum, don't you, you horny fags? Of course you do! Then cum! Cum for me! Cum for your Master! Cum for your Master now, you horny fags! Cum with me noooooooooow!"
And they did.
They opened their mouths as if they were about to roar. However, instead of roars, all that came out of their mouths were very girly squeals, as both of them orgasmed. It was possible to cum even if your cock was lock away in a chastity cage, if you have enough stimulus. In the case of those two, the stimulus didn't came from their cocks, but from their prostates, which were stimulated by a cock and a pair of fingers until they were able to produce an orgasm. They came only from having their tailholes played with.
An "analgasm", as people sometimes called them.
They both squealed loudly as they came. Their cocks throbbed inside the cages that forced them into a flaccid state. With each throb, a load of cum came out of their piss-slits, which simply leaked from their cages into their panties, forming wet patches in them as they came with only a few shots.
Max orgasm, on the other hand, was as long as those on the previous night; and he made sure to fill Drake to the brim as he pressed right into his prostate, at the same time that his fingers kept pressing on Charles' prostate. He was milking their orgasm, trying to empty their balls from whatever it was that they had produced overnight, and the two dragons took it like champs.
After it was over, they all remained in that position, panting and leaking, before Max pulled it out. Drake and Charles let out a final moan, as more cum leaked from their caged cocks, and some of it gushed out of Drake's tailhole, before the Dragonite cold clench enough to hold it in, giving Max the chance to raise their panties back up so they were dressing them once more.
"That was fun." Max said, looking at the two. "Now, what about we watch some television?"
He didn't even needed to ask. The two dragons were more than happy to cuddle with him in the sofa as he put his arms around them and changed channels to some cheesy Christmas movie.
The sex was great, but cuddling and watching a movie was just as good.
Feeling those two close to him and leaning on his muscular body felt very good to Max, as it helped cement the idea that they would no longer be his bullies, but his boyfriends.
Well, they would be his sluts when they were all alone, but to everyone else they would be Max's boyfriends. He even intended to present them like that to his parents when they came back. He just hoped that they wouldn't be too freaked about Max dating two people at the same time. Anyway, it certainly would be less shocking than telling them that his Psychic-type friend brainwashed the two to be his obedient sluts and that he just went along with it.
Even his parents would not be able to save him from jail if the truth leaked.
However, that worry was not on Max's mind. He was too busy pulling the two dragons closer to his body while they leant their heads into his shoulders and purred at his touch.
They would never mock him again. They would never steal his things again. They would never mess with him again. From there on, all they would do was being his loving, obedient and slutty boyfriends.
And it was all thanks to Harry.
As Max increased the volume of the movie they were watching, he couldn't help but think:
Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.