Levelling Up
Rakuen, a submissive, little growlithe, has been told to go to a secret location to "play" with a friend. Indeed, when he gets there, there's enough equipment to fulfil almost all of his fantasies. But perhaps his eyes are a bit too greedy and Sul, his houndour friend, is watching him closely. Whatever the dominant dog comes up with, the result is sure to take his breath away.
This was originally written by FA: Hargan , way back in early 2018, as a gift to me based on some joking in a group chat. I received the first draft but the story was forgotten for several years. I recently contacted Hargan and asked if I could touch it up and post it. The basic premise and flow is the same but I've modified, rewritten and expanded on a lot of the original text. Any errors are my responsibility.
Rakuen walked through the dense forest, noting how night seemed to be approaching faster than usual, but not taking too much heed of it. He was a growlithe, after all, and few pokémon would want to risk getting burned, although he also knew that he might be a bit too submissive for his own good. Still, his friend, Sul, had given him very clear directions, and, if they were correct, his destination was right around the corner... and there it was! Hidden at the base of a large tree was a hole that could easily be overlooked had Sul not told him how to find it. He approached the hole, sniffed cautiously and was able to smell the sulphurous scent of the houndour.
"Yup," he thought to himself, "this is the place."
He took a deep breath and trotted in.
As he descended the tunnel, the air grew hotter and stuffy. It was dim inside, lit by small, bare bulbs daisy chained along the roof. Rakuen couldn't help but wonder what it was originally built for. Turning a corner, Rakuen almost bumped directly into Sul's nose.
"Boo," snickered the houndour, grinning like a mad man as Rakuen flinched.
"That's not funny!" protested the growlithe, much to Sul's amusement.
"Oh, I disagree," the smirking houndour replied, wagging his stubby tail. "Although, it was hard deciding whether to stand here and scare you, or just hold a collar there for you to put your head into. But," Sul continued, "I thought it'd be much more fun having you actually submit to me than being tricked into a collar."
Rakuen squirmed a little in place, cheeks flushed quite hotly under his fur and grateful that the colour of his fur helped to hide it.
"Well... I mean...," the growlithe stumbled about with his words before clearing his throat, "you're just lucky you're a fire type."
Sul chuckled and turned about, "Mhmmm, I am indeed lucky; I get to play with a fire puppy."
The houndour turned around and began walking down the corridor, certain that Rakuen would follow. After just a brief moment to calm down, though still feeling some light trepidation at what was to come, he did.
Upon reaching their destination, Rakuen couldn't help but stop and stare; mouth open, eyes wide. An assortment of harnesses hung on one wall in so many different styles and varieties that he could barely take them all in. Some were minimalist and suitable for light bondage while others were complex and able to completely incapacitate the wearer. On another wall, all sorts of gags were waiting to stifle any pleas or cries for help. Rakuen gulped as his eyes roamed through the selection. It began with simple ball gags but included bits, hoods and even a snug, latex muzzle designed to prevent the wearer from breathing at all! Before the growlithe had a chance to look at the available toys, Sul cleared his throat and drew his fellow canine's attention.
"See anything you like?" asked Sul with a large smirk. "Or should we have started with something a little more tame?"
The growlithe shied slightly before catching himself and softly replying, "E-everything looks pretty good."
Sul narrowed his eyes and began to stalk around Rakuen, like a predator circling its prey. Although the two pokémon were of a similar size, Rakuen had his fluffy tail curled between his hind legs and his ears lowered while the bone-plated houndour stood tall, each step projecting confidence.
Sul smirked as he studied the growlithe before him, "Mmmm... so, if I recall, you like bondage?"
"Ye-yeah," Rakuen replied nervously, trying, and failing, to match the gaze of the other pokémon.
"Good," Sul replied, his teeth gleaming. "Let's see how immobile we can make you, shall we?"
Sul began by fitting on a snug rubber harness onto Rakuen's chest. By itself, the harness was not restrictive since all the straps avoided affecting the growlithe's movements but it did provide several metal D-rings at various points where further restraints could be attached. It took a little while for Sul to fit the harness tight without hands, but the canine made good use of his paws and teeth to position it and pull the straps. Once Rakuen was used to the snug fit of the rubber around his body, Sul moved to add a second restraint.
The next item the houndour added was a posture collar--tall, firm and hard--which kept the growlithe's head in place, staring straight ahead. This elicited several grumbles as Rakuen found himself unable to turn his head to see what Sul was doing. A sharp nip quickly put a stop to that. Once Rakuen was behaving, Sul began to wrap very similar braces around each leg, preventing them from bending. Of course, there was still more bondage to come.
Thefloor inthe centre of the roomwasa steelplate with several hooked chains ready at the edges. Sul manoeuvred the fire puppy onto the centre of the plateand hooked a chaintoeach of thebraces around thegrowlithe'slegs. After Rakuen's legs were secure, two more chains were clipped to the sides of his harness. With those measures in place, Sul moved to the side of the room and pressed his paw against a button set into the wall. The metal plate began to vibrate and the chains were slowly pulled taut. By the time Sul removed his paw from the button, Rakuen's legs were all spread and a firm hold from the side chains kept his body from swaying to either the left or the right.
Sul walked around the trapped growlithe, smirking and licking his lips.
"You know, the further we get with this, the better you look," he teased.
Rakuen blushed, trying to come up with a reply, but Sul was already moving to retrieve another piece of bondage. Rakuen was only able to feel something being clipped to the back of his harness before something tightened around his tail and pulled it up and over his back. Rakuen gave a nervous whimper as he lost his last bit of freedom. But, from behind him, Sul had full access to the growlithe's tail hole and sack and could see the fire type's shaft slipping out of its sheath.
Despite having his charge completely helpless, Sul wasn't quite finished. He sauntered over to the wall of gags, making a big show over trying to pick out the best one.
"Which do you think is gonna keep you nice and quiet?" he asked, studying the look on the fire pup's face and partially-wagging tail, before stopping at the latex muzzle. "Hmmm, you seemed interested in this one, didn't you?" he teased, taking it down and holding it near the growlithe's snout. "It might be a snug fit, but that's what it's there for!"
With a single, smooth movement, Sul slipped the muzzle over the growlithe's snout and stretched the rear band behind his head. The sensation was immediate. At one moment, there was warm, fresh air flowing into Rakuen's lungs; the next... nothing. The simple, latex muzzle moulded itself around the growlithe's snout without leaving a single gap for air to pass through. There was a clink of the chains and a shudder as the airless pup tried to reach for the muzzle or shake his head but, with all the restraints, he could do little more than gasp against the latex. As he began to panic, the houndour lifted the muzzle slightly, breaking the seal and allowing Rakuen fresh air again.
"Yes! Yes! This will work wonderfully!" Sul commented, looking over the trapped and heavily-panting growlithe. "Now that you're all set, what say we have a little fun, eh, pups?"
Sul began by pulling the muzzle over the growlithe's snout, cutting off his breathing once more. As the seconds ticked by, Rakuen began to gasp, trying desperately to get some fresh air into his lungs. Despite the panic induced by the mask, all his best efforts could accomplish were to balloon the latex when he exhaled and then feel it cruelly cling to his face as he tried to inhale. Once Sul thought the growlithe was desperate enough, he lifted the mask. While Rakuen was trying to catch his breath, the dominant houndour trotted behind and mounted him; pinning the growlithe's tail flat between the two canines.
Sul wasn't too heavy for Rakuen to hold up, but the presence of the houndour on his back did bring one new sensation--that of the other male's cock pressing right up beneath his tail. Another blush spread beneath the growlithe's cheek fur and it wasn't due to a lack of air. With firm, repetitive motions, Sul began to grind his cock head against the growlithe's anal star. And each time he pressed forward he released a slightly louder growl from his chest. Rakuen quivered nervously, his own, fully-erect shaft twitching beneath him while he felt Sul smearing an ever-increasing quantity of pre over his back entrance. When he was finally ready to claim his prize, Sul opened his jaws and, after realising the posture collar was preventing his mating bite, closed his teeth around one of the growlithe's ears. Unable to shake Sul off in his immobilised state, Rakuen was all but helpless as that tapered length pressed in under his tail, making him visibly shudder as it stretched his rear passage. Once his bone was fully buried, Sul seemed content to just rest his pulsing length inside his bitch. Rakuen was relieved as it gave his rear a chance to get used to being filled but it wasn't long before he felt Sul move and saw a paw reaching forward. The paw stretched forward, gripped the latex muzzle and, with an almost agonizingly slow movement, stretched it over the growlithe's face.
Rakuen's eyes grew wide as the muzzle squeezed against his nose and what was already in his lungs became the only breathable air. He closed his eyes as he instinctively tried to pull back, only succeeding in pressing Sul's length even deeper. When the houndour atop him started to buck, he couldn't help but let out a muffled moan of pleasure. As the rhythm of sex grew faster, so did his stymied gasps and it wasn't long before he could feel the aching sting as the carbon dioxide started to build up. Suddenly, the muzzle lifted once more, allowing the growlithe a chance to take a much-needed breath of fresh air.
"Don't want you passing out on me," Sul snickered, not even breaking stride with his rutting as Rakuen panted beneath him.
He waited just long enough for Rakuen's gasps to start slowing down, before he slipped that muzzle on once again and began thrusting in earnest.
As Sul continued to rail him, Rakuen's mind started to cloud over. Although there were brief moments when cool air rushed back into his lungs, for the vast majority of the time there was only the embrace of the muzzle. It was intoxicating; the burning in his lungs constantly leaving him desperate to breathe, the slick latex pulling in and denying him every opportunity for air and the harness and chains holding him firmly in place; completely helpless while Sul took full advantage of his confined state.
The muzzle was pulled on once more but, this time, Rakuen felt something new; his friend's knot pressing at his backdoor. He winced as the swelling ball of flesh repeatedly tested his ring. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax despite the fact the muzzle was on and all of his gasps and cries of pleasure just made his head starting to spin. He struggled harder against his bonds, feeling more and more dizzy as the burning in his chest grew, but the houndour atop him didn't seem to notice, or was taking too much pleasure in the sensations that his struggles added to the whole experience. He tried to pull away but the chains held firm. He tried to shake his head but the posture collar held firm. He tried to bite a hole in the muzzle but no matter how wide he opened his jaws or how he tried to suck it in, the latex always pulled back out of reach. He started to feel like he was floating, almost like he was outside of himself, when suddenly the houndour's knot was forced inside of him. With all his senses in overdrive, being knotted pushed him over the edge. He was only vaguely aware of his cum splashing the ground between his paws as everything started to blend together, the growlithe losing all sense of self as he seemed to reach a new nirvana of pleasure mixed with a sensation of being free despite his bonds. Then it all disappeared in a darkening fuzz.
Rakuen fainted.
When Rakuen awoke, head groggy, the latex muzzle was hanging off his neck, there was no weight on his back and his rump was empty. He was still panting hard, though not yet together enough to even notice.
"W-what happened?" he mumbled as things slowly came back into focus.
"I accidentally left the mask on a little too long," replied a deep voice. "Although that was partially due to your squirming, so the blame is shared."
"Heh, must've been good. Although, I think my ears might be ringing or something, because you sound different."
"That's not your ears," chuckled Sul, walking in front of the growlithe.
Whereas they had previously been similar in stature, Sul was now approximately twice Rakuen's size. The bony outgrowths on his body were more pronounced and two curved horns swung back from his head. His previously-stubby tail was now long, with an arrowhead tip, and his chest was adorned by something resembling a skull.
"Y-you evolved?" Rakuen queried, confusion written on his face.
"Indeed," Sul replied. "You did just faint after all."
Rakuen shook his head, trying to get a little more clarity.
"I... I hope it's what you wanted," he finally said, knowing he was much happier as a growlithe.
"Oh yes, very much so!" Sul responded, whipping his long tail from side to side. "I just... didn't expect it to happen like this."
"I'll bet," chuckled Rakuen, before realising he was still bound. "Hey, could you maybe unlock me now?"
"Well, I could..." began Sul, grinning down at his friend. "But I have always wanted to learn flamethrower. Since I have you here anyway, perhaps I should earn a little more experience..."
Rakuen gulped nervously as he saw the way the larger dog was looking at him and wondered what he had just got himself into.
The End