Drowzee's Daddy
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
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[b][u][center]Drowzee’s Daddy
For Sunkit
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
David paused in his walk, turning left and right on the little forest path that he’d found. He’d gotten turned around during his trip, and he wasn’t quite sure which way led home.
“Let’s see…”
The young man glanced right, and then left, then right again. It didn’t help that the trees were so thick, blocking off any chance of seeing the town from the road; if he didn’t pick right…
Well, he could always come back and try again. The only pokemon on this route that were particularly dangerous were the Beedrill, and they were so loud that he could always hear them coming. As long as he kept his ears open, he shouldn’t have any problem. He chose the left path, and started walking.
It didn’t take long for him to realize that it was the wrong way. His town wasn’t near a rock quarry, nor did the forest nearby hide so many little dens and caves. David stopped in his tracks, and slowly started taking a step backwards.
[i]Just...keep quiet. Maybe there’s no pokemon hiding out here right now. Maybe they’re all out hunting, or sleeping, or something. Just...keep walking, and you’ll be -[/i]
“Drowzee.”
He froze in mid-step, slowly turning his head towards the source of the sound.
Standing between two bushes was a Drowzee, the yellow and brown hypnosis pokemon. David was...actually surprised at how small it seemed to be. He was used to seeing them as bigger creatures, with big bellies and fat faces. This one, though…
He probably should have turned to run, but the sheer skinniness of the Drowzee in front of him had him reach for his pocket instead. It didn’t flinch or try to run. Instead, it cocked its head to the side, almost like it was curious. The simple action made him smile as he rooted around for what he was looking for, and finally found it.
“Are you hungry?”
“Drowwww.”
“Here.”
Offering the fragments of a donut that he had been carrying around, David let the Drowzee get a little closer. It took his hand by the wrist - in a surprisingly weak grip - and sniffed at the donut. However, instead of taking it, it let him go, looking up at his face again.
“Drowzee….Drowzee…”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything else.”
“Droooooooowzeeeeeeeeeee.”
The rolling r in the Drowzee’s speech was having a strange effect on him, and David realized too late that he was getting...surprisingly sleepy. He took a step back, and wobbled, almost like he hadn’t slept in days.
“No...I tried...please…”
“Drowzee...Drowzee...Drrrrrrooooooowzeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
David slumped to his knees as the Drowzee lifted its arms, swinging them back and forth in a mesmerizing sort of pattern. His mouth hung open as he stared forward, looking at the pokemon, his eyes closing to slits as the Drowzee kept whispering its name to him, taking him deeper...and deeper...until his eyes closed completely.
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The Drowzee looked at the slumped over human, leaning over his head and snuffling at his hair. Now that he was asleep, it was easy to get the food it needed. The dreams, the deep dreams of the human, were the perfect food...indeed, his only food, as he couldn’t eat the physical stuff.
His nose snuffled up and down around the human’s head, eating at every dream he could find, gorging on it. His belly, so long empty, started to finally fill again, giving him some form of satiation. But he needed more.
The Drowzee whispered its name again, putting the human into a deeper, and deeper sleep. Each little repetition pushed the human male into a sleep further than the last one, bringing out more and more dreams for the Drowzee to eat. His nose snuffled along the human’s neck, his ears, against his lips and his nose. Everything and anything to get at the residual bits of food and dreams.
Starving, the little pokemon didn’t notice until it was too late that the dreams were no longer dreams. He was halfway through a meal of the human’s ‘dream’ of his home when he realized that it was less of a dream, and more of a memory. The Drowzee paused in mid-bite, and realized just how far it had taken its dinner.
“Drowzee…”
He laid his hands on the human’s head, trying to think of how far he had taken it, but it was...so hard. He’d been so hungry, and he was still so hungry, so needy. After not eating for days, for weeks, he’d barely had the energy to put the human to sleep. Too weak to take on other pokemon, he’d been reduced to feeding on...on this.
And now...who knew what he’d done?
The Drowzee shivered. What...What could he do now? He had to make up for it, but he couldn’t give back what he’d eaten. But…
But what if he started eating other things away, and hypnotizing things in?
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David was conscious, but he wasn’t able to act. All he could do was watch, and learn.
He was propped up against a rock, he knew that much. All of his clothes were gone, thrown away. Had he ever worn clothes? He didn’t remember. He didn’t remember anything, besides his name.
The Drowzee was there, sitting on his legs as it waved its arms around.
“Drowzee, Drowzee...droooooow...zeeeeeee.”
The hand wavings meant something, somehow. Something that he didn’t completely understand, but they were more than hypnosis.
He felt a tug at his head, other things disappearing, other things slipping away. As they did, the hand movements changed...and so did he.
Looking past the Drowzee, David saw his bare feet slowly transform. His toes melded, the four smaller ones coming together as fat, thick toes. They started to turn yellow at the tips, and it spread down, running along his feet as they started expanding too, getting thicker, wider, broader, though never longer. The toes fattened with them, and he almost smiled at that, though he didn’t understand why.
The thick, yellowing flood continued up his legs, spreading towards his knees and then higher still. His legs got thicker than the spindly human size that they had, the yellow going higher and higher with each repetition of ‘Drowzee.’
“Drrrrrrrroooooow...Zeeeeeeeee….”
His eyes drooped slightly as the Drowzee slipped a bit further up, the little guy almost sitting on his lap. David felt something...warm...pressing against him down there, something rubbing against his crotch. It felt like...like…
He didn’t know. He no longer had memories to compare it to, and he couldn’t see. His eyes were locked on the patterns.
But...one hand? One hand making the patterns? Where was the other?
“Droooooow….Zeeeeeeee….”
A tingle of pleasure ran through David, though he wasn’t sure what it was. He felt something at his crotch, a warmth, a tightness, something hot pressed against him while something else gripped him, and that grip slid up and down. He felt...felt like something was growing, getting bigger? But how, and what?
The pattern continued, and he felt the warmth, and the...fur? Yes, it felt like fur, warm and yellow, crawling up his middle. It passed his waist, and as the Drowzee changed his position, David could finally look down.
White and yellow, the fur was. Yellow at his sides and stomach, and white closer to his neck. It spread fast, covering him until he couldn’t see his skin, and leaving him looking...very inhuman…
Further down, he could see what the warmth was. His cock, trapped against the Drowzee’s. They ground together, touching each other, thrusting against each other. The pokemon’s shaft was barely more than four inches, but his own...his own was past seven, and still growing, getting thick and wet in the Drowzee’s hand.
As the fur spread up his neck, and going down his arms, the Drowzee looked him in the eye, almost seeming to blush. Could they? He didn’t know.
“Droooooow….dy….”
That...that wasn’t a name…
David blinked, feeling like he should understand this. Understand what was going on. But how? He couldn’t remember -
The yellow spread down his arms, and he felt something in his hand. The Drowzee pulled his arm up, showing him. A coin? A silver coin, resting in his palm. It...it meant something...He let it fall, and it hung from a string, swaying before his eyes.
He watched as the yellow swallowed his face, pulling at his nose until it hung forward like a big, crazy thing. His eyes looked tired, and the last bit of his humanity faded as his lips turned yellow as well, leaving him with a mouth that may as well have been invisible.
The coin kept swaying, and things started...coming to him. Ideas. Instincts. Hunger.
Compassion.
He looked down as the little Drowzee climaxed over his belly, the trance finally broken. David - no, not quite David. He was a Hypno...Hypno-David? It would do, for now. The Drowzee looked up at him, eyes tired, face a bit scared.
“Dad...dy?”
Hypno-David blinked. Daddy...The Drowzee...and he…
He looked at the coin again, the spinning, swaying thing leaving him with the ideas, the thoughts, the instincts. Yes, he was a Hypno. Hypnos took care of the Drowzees. They were family. Drowzee...Drowzee was his boy, his son.
Wrapping his big arms around the little guy, Hypno looked around. He could smell the other pokemon that lived here. A Nidoking, an Onyx, and others. They were big, they were strong, and they could smash his little Drowzee to pieces…
But they couldn’t deal with him.
“Come.”
Hypno-David stood up, and pulled Drowzee behind him towards one of the caves. There would be someone good in there, a Nidoking that he could hypnotize for the two of them to feed on, and after they fed...well, his son couldn’t handle his cock, not when it was this big. But a Nidoking could…
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]