Further Adapting
This one is a sequel to "The Curse Works," so I'd suggest reading that before this if you want to understand the entire context. I mean, you won't be missing out on TOO much, I guess...but I'm still gonna plug the previous one anyway. Why not? Anyway, it's Kyr having more fun with Vern, with the help of a new friend, and there's some hefty shifts coming as part of it...including one of my personal favorite, size shifting. There will be more where that came from, trust me.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between three males (though only two at a time), domination/submission, mind control and manipulation, rough sex, size shifting, semi-enslavement, and the realization of desires in some rather unorthodox ways.
The unmistakable sounds of lewdness echoed through the caves, sending the usual denizens scurrying away. Typically a few curious mons would be drawn by the noise rather than driven to avoid them, but the harshness and energy they carried in them spoke of danger if they were interrupted. Thus, the participants were undisturbed, which suited them all quite nicely.
The caves were rather near a volcano, the heat provided by the proximity to the magma pools and the steam vents and hot springs that they produced. For Kyrian, it was the most welcome environment, perfectly in his element, filling him with energy beyond even his usual state. Including his libido - raging uncontrollably since the 'curse,' it was here at a peak even greater than usual, and he was putting it to great use.
For the target of his lusts, his trainer, Vern, the arena was stiflingly hot. The rocks were stopping just short of burning on his skin, yet his hands and feet were unable to break contact with them, bound to the wall and floor by the blue light, provided by the third of the group, an Abra standing off to the side. His throbbing, needy erection was likewise being pushed against the nearly burning surface, drips of precum hissing as they made contact.
Kry didn't go easy on him. He knew Vern could take whatever he gave...and there was little chance that he wouldn't give everything he could. His burning-hot cock throbbed as it savaged the human's hole, unrestrained in every way; he was in total control, just as he desired, and he made sure that Vern knew it physically and mentally.
It had come a long way from the days after the curse.
After succumbing to the effects for good, Kyr's expectations ended up being fully realized. His needs always seemed to rise quickly, and his self-control was virtually gone, lost in the effects of the curse and the knowledge that Vern enjoyed the treatment and his own long-repressed desires to dominate and prove his strength against 'lesser males.' Which Vern was, on some level - Kyr never stopped acknowledging him as his friend and trainer, but some part of him saw the human as an omega, especially compared to himself, and he had no qualms about making that statement whenever he ravaged Vern. Which was often. Perhaps too often.
Vern was a mostly willing victim; even in the more precarious of places, he would rarely try to push Kyr to hold back or wait. Even in town, with more people around, they had their trysts in many places, sometimes only barely avoiding being caught in the act. But it was clear to both of them that his physical limitations were lower than Kyr's, and there were numerous times when he was exhausted and going through the motions. Kyr hated that, despite his physical and mental satisfaction every time he ravaged his trainer, he really wanted Vern to be enjoying it too, if he wasn't then he worried how it might affect their overall relationship. It lingered over them throughout the months that things stayed this way, and Kyr's best efforts to try to restrain himself when he saw this fell to naught.
Then there was an unexpected disruption. Vern was contacted by a friend in one city, who worked with Pokémon Protective Services. The friend wanted him to take an Abra who needed a good home, and Vern was his first choice, especially since he wanted the Abra to have a major change of scenery. It was a sordid tale - he had been abused in many ways under a ghastly trainer, including rampant sexual abuse and physical torture that had left him near death. The PPS couldn't care for him long-term, but it was clear he was still in no state to be on his own.
Vern had, of course, accepted, much to Kyr's chagrin - he HATED psychics, especially after the Grumpig that had put them in this arrangement, and the thought of having to live around one was exceedingly distasteful to him. It got worse once he realized that having a psychic around meant that someone could counteract the curse, put things back to the way they were before. All of that meant for a rather tepid introduction to Nio, their new partner. Vern didn't push the issue at the start, but did tell Kyr that he would have to learn to get along with Nio at some point; he wasn't about to leave him behind.
So they went on their way, and the battle in Kyr's mind began. On some level, he knew it would be a good thing for Vern to act to remove the curse, as much of a toll as it took on him. It was inconvenient in numerous ways, and he suspected that Vern would still want his physical companionship even without it being forced. But the primal part of his mind, the part that enjoyed this level of control over the human and possessed such a strong desire to be alpha, was adamantly against the thought of reverting to a healthier state, and that part had a lot of influence over his emotions. It made him resent Nio on a different level, loathing the Abra as a threat to him.
It wasn't too long after Nio had joined them that things built up past the limits of Kyr's already-fractured control. It had been a rough day, his lust was raging, but Vern wasn't around, making a personal trip into town without them. That was probably for the best, he would be much more primed for action when he got back, but it didn't help Kyr's needs now. And it was that moment that Nio made an innocent attempt to be friendly, and persisted despite Kyr's warnings that he was very much not in the mood. It probably wasn't a good thing that he slammed the abused Abra to the ground and forced himself on him, but at the time he certainly didn't have any problem with it.
He hadn't expected the Abra to moan and writhe as that fiery cock slammed into him, not in agony but in ecstasy. Nio wasn't fighting the treatment in the slightest, and that only helped trigger the dominance impulses he had become so poor at fighting. He thrust furiously, anger and lust combining for a merciless fuck that was so immensely satisfying to Kyr that he could scarcely make sense of it. In a few short minutes he was over, burying himself into Nio and unleashing a hot load straight into him, the first orgasm he'd had without using Vern since the curse.
A moment later he had a hold of himself again...but it wasn't lost on him that splashes of the Abra's own fluids were visible on his body. Despite this, he expected anger, and pre-empted him with, "If you didn't want it, you could have stopped it."
Instead, Nio just panted, "Who said anything about not wanting it?"
As it turned out, despite hating most of the abuse, the sexual domination by Pokémon had struck a very different chord with Nio; though it was supposed to be a painful punishment, it didn't end up that way, rather being felt as wondrously enjoyable. It was the sole pleasure he had found during his tenure under his abusers; whether he had simply tried to find something to keep from breaking, or his brain was wired that way, even he didn't know. Now, though freed from the abuse, he still found himself wanting something more from a strong, powerful Pokémon. Kyr had unintentionally hit the spot, and Nio's desires had projected strongly enough to override the lock that had prevented Kyr from releasing with anyone but his trainer for so long.
"You'd better get used to this if you intend to stick around," Kyr warned him as they parted.
"Shouldn't be too hard," Nio replied.
That moment had eased Kyr's feelings toward Nio to a degree. But it didn't erase the underlying tension that lingered between them: Nio's threat to his interactions with Vern, and the risk that Kyr would lose what the primal parts of him so desired. As much as he wanted to be more amicable towards Nio, Kyr knew it wasn't happening as long as that was there.
It had come as a surprise when Vern finally asked, not for removal of the curse, but for help adjusting to it.
Nio was, of course, far from in the dark about how things were between the two. He'd seen it plenty by this point, Kyr was far from being able to hold himself back just because there was a set of eyes watching. And to Kyr's surprise, Nio admitted to him privately that he rather enjoyed the sight; it gave him some satisfaction to the part of his mind that resented the humans who had abused him for so long. Even though he liked Vern and didn't think of him the same way, it was hard to disconnect those things.
When the day came, the three of them were brought together, and Vern was making himself clear, explaining what had happened and how it had led to the state they were in now. "You know what's going on, and I think you can help us solve some of our issues. I know you Psychic-types can be really amazing with some of your feats..."
Nio nodded. "I'm certain I can, but I won't just go in blind. This kind of thing requires some very exact influences, otherwise things go very badly. I need to know what you really want for me to be able to make changes."
Vern was momentarily hesitant. "Well...I'm not sure, exactly. I mean, I know what I want, but not what would be the best way to do it."
"Tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do."
"Well, mainly, he can get aroused so easily, but I can't keep up with him. I get too tired to handle him after a while, and there's not really anything I can do to change that. But...maybe it sounds strange, but I don't really want him to be aroused less. I like it when he gets his way, it feels so good to have him use all that power against me. I really just want to be able to keep pace with him."
Words couldn't describe how wonderful that sounded to Kyr. It was everything that deep part of him wanted. He had to fight to keep from letting his arousal get the better of him right then and there, and it was a losing battle until he felt Nio's influence hold him still. Despite the protests from his wild side, he was grateful for the intervention for once.
Nio stayed focused on Vern the whole time, still. "I see...I believe I can do something. Tight links between minds can have far-reaching impacts, especially when there's a power dynamic. I could create an imbalanced psychic link between the two of you that allows your brain and body to be influenced by his, and not the other way around. With this, I could make it so that when he feels lust, you do as well, as well as tweaking it so that you get a stamina boost when he wants to have you. It will likely feel odd at first, but your body will adapt over time so that it will become almost natural."
Vern's eyes were lighting up at the description. "That...that sounds amazing! I want that, definitely! But...I don't want to leave you out, either. You're part of the team, it wouldn't be fair to ask this of you but not let you get anything out of it, either."
"Well...I appreciate that. I suppose I could reduce your resistance to psychic influence...but if I did that, I would have to warn you, it would strengthen that link between you and Kyr beyond what I mentioned. You would no longer be able to command him...more likely, he would be able to influence you, using psychic suggestion to affect your mind and possibly progressing to direct control. Knowing this, would you still be willing to accept these changes?"
"I would," Vern replied without even the slightest bit of hesitation.
The process went without a hitch; though Kyr could see nothing, he had this unmistakable intrinsic feeling of being joined to Vern, much more fiercely than ever before...and beyond that, a surge of visceral glee at the realization that his alpha status was cemented. His lust controlled Vern's, his will affected him on a basic level...it didn't get that much more superior than that.
Everything about it seemed great...except the part where Nio had a share of influence. That didn't sit well with the part of him that enjoyed his role, he wanted to be the unquestioned #1. So afterwards, he confronted Nio, while the two of them were alone.
"Listen well, you little brain-rat. If Vern's decided he's gonna let you join in with us, then I'm not gonna stop him, but let's get something straight: Vern is MINE, and you're gonna have to get used to that. You don't get to just do as you please with him, that's my privilege and mine alone."
Nio looked back at him, almost innocently. "Even if I would've dreamed of it, I cannot anyway. The link between you two is far stronger than my own influences would be...it is lasting and permanent, while all I do is just transient. You could override any control I tried to exert, and I could do nothing about it."
It sounded almost too good to be true. "You'd better not be leading me on, Nio."
"Not on your life. Truth be told, I would almost enjoy the same thing...but I can't link like that to myself and have it not favor me. But I understand my position well here: Vern is in charge of me, and through this, Vern had ceded power to you. As much as I can, I will be under your command as well."
For once, Kyr found himself grinning at the Abra. The chance to be in control of a Psychic Pokémon...oh, yes, this was going to be a lot of fun.
A vicious yell rang out in the caves as Kyr came hard, searing Vern's insides with his volcanic fluids. His orgasm brought on Vern's, getting a much weaker cry from the human as his cum splashed against the wall, hissing loudly and rapidly evaporating in the heat. He could do nothing except endure the intense heat filling him, a now familiar feeling within his body but one he never really got used to. He had no regrets, though, Kyr's power over him was as exhilarating as always.
Soon the Blaziken pulled out, letting some of his seed dribble down his bitch's hole and along his legs. Vern was putty in his hands, whenever his lusts got high he would feel it himself, and he could never stop the Blaziken from acting on them, nor would he. Through the link, he had given up his status as trainer, and obeyed Kyr's every whim. And Kyr took advantage - whether it was fucking him at a moment's notice, having him let himself be pounded by a gang of wild Pokémon, or coming to this volcanic cave to feel the heat, Vern had come to expect it all, and readily accept it.
It was a fantastic arrangement, which Kyr was now playing with again. This time with full confidence in himself, both Nio and Vern were under him, but he still desired Vern to be the true omega, and right now he wasn't quite there. This adjustment would rely on Nio, and after quite a bit of preparation, he was ready to make it happen tonight.
As Kyr stepped back, Nio let Vern's limbs go, and he sank to the scorching ground, falling onto his back and leaving himself fully exposed. He knew something was coming next, and was ready for it to happen, though perhaps not for how it was. Kyr looked down at the Abra, standing on the ground unbothered by the temperature. His psychic abilities were protecting him this time. It didn't have to be that way - he'd forced Nio to drop them when he'd fucked him earlier, making him feel the heat just as intensely as Vern had - but now Kyr wanted him to have that. It was all part of the plan.
"All right, Nio. Just like I had you practice."
The Abra nodded, and with a tight mental focus, began to shift. His body slowly grew taller, his mental projection creating a potent illusion of a size increase...so potent, in fact, that even he believed it, could feel it within him. This was not an easy task; his mind was very sure of itself, and fooling it was a challenge to anyone, much less himself. But he'd been practicing at Kyr's behest, and by now it had become a lot simpler to pull off. When he stopped, he topped out at six feet, smaller than Kyr but noticeably bigger than Vern.
"All right...now, go get him."
Nio obeyed, driving himself into Vern's ass without fanfare. He knew what the Blaziken expected of him, and he was going to try to live up to it, though he wasn't typically as forceful as the avian. He had promised that he'd be rough on Vern, after all, especially at his current size. And for sure, Vern was a tight squeeze for him now, his adjusted size being quite a burden for Vern to bear, even if not as big as Kyr's. And he could feel the hot cum from Kyr's previous session slicking up the hole and making it easier to go at the pace he wanted to achieve.
As Nio worked himself in and out, Kyr could tell he was still holding back. It was natural, the Abra was being cautious due to his worries about overdoing it and putting his safe haven in jeopardy...but he knew just how to overcome that.
"Go harder on him, Nio. Just think of him as one of your abusers...one who's fully under your power now, and needs to be punished for what he's done."
The idea shocked Nio in the first moment...but rather rapidly, he found that vision filling his mind, and the anger that bubbled in him from that was certainly enough to get him to ramp it up. It was bit scary how easily he was able to adapt the mindset; the Blaziken's words were reverberating in his head, and when he looked down at Vern, he could swear he saw the form of one of the humans who put him through so much. It fueled his desires, his unconscious needs for revenge, and as his efforts redoubled and his fucking became harsher, he became more and more convinced that this was the case.
Vern needed little such convincing. Under the thrall of sexual pleasure, and fed ideas by Kyr's link with him, he was easily converted. He was just another Pokémon abuser, one whose victim finally got back at him, and he deserved this kind of treatment, and then some. It was only right that he gave in to Nio, allowed himself to be put underneath him, and though he'd long become too breathless to say it, his mind was screaming it loud enough of Nio to clearly pick up.
"That's right...you see what he is, just worthless scum that shouldn't ever be allowed to be above a Pokémon again...you know you can make him yours, make him serve you...use that power, put him under your control."
Nio heard it clearly, potently, and the whirl of feelings in his head made it all too easy to embrace it. He twisted Vern's head towards his, glaring at him with visceral anger. "That's right, bitch! Beg for it, beg to be reduced to nothing but a slut for Pokémon! You used them for so long, now they'll use you just as callously!"
His mind was worming into Vern's, and he realized what he was doing, making that link that he made between Vern and Kyr, except he was the one in power now. And for sure he was enjoying it, desiring more...somehow Kyr's desires seemed not to enter the picture, despite knowing he was right there. His mind asserted itself more, playing out one of his deepest fantasies as he rewired the human underneath him. It was the easiest manipulation he'd ever made, Vern's mind didn't fight him in the slightest, in fact it almost seemed eager to be remade the way Nio wanted it.
It was the most arousing thing Nio could imagine. His thrusts became very erratic as he reached the limit of his endurance, and with a primal yell he let loose physically and mentally, driving his spurting cock into Vern's ass and his force into the human's mind, hammering his new role in relentlessly. The raw energy of the double strike was far more than Vern could handle, and he too lost control, shooting for the second time in rather quick succession. They remained in a tight thrall for a full minute and more, suffused by the pleasure of their peaks and caught in the thrall of the energy around them.
When it finally ended, there was an instant knowledge in both of them that things had changed. Nio looked upon the human below him and felt that same potent anger, that same forceful joy of control that he'd had during their romp. It was a surreal feeling. Consciously he knew Vern was one of the nicest people he'd met, but as he gazed upon him, there was no doubt deep within him that it was one of his personal tormentors. And it felt so wonderfully right to have subjugated him, turned him into his own slut, to be used and abused in turn...and he would revel in it, beg for more, never question Nio's punishment of him.
Vern could feel it too, that basal concession to Nio as his eternal superior, answering only to Kyr before him. But beyond that, he could also feel that deeply ingrained submission, the powerful compulsion to give all Pokémon precedence over himself. He knew Kyr had had a hand in that along with Nio, forcing him to believe that he'd committed a great wrong to the entire Pokémon world and this was his just and fair punishment for that. But he didn't care, Kyr's will was absolute and he was more than happy to let him do as he wished to his head.
Finally Nio pulled out, standing up shakily. It took a moment or two for him to realize something was weird. "Why...am I still big like this?"
"Because that's how you set yourself when you linked with him," Kyr said with a grin. "I did a little digging around on this stuff...interesting, how these links can affect both sides when they're set. Whenever you're interacting with him, you're going to take on this size, the same size that gives you the perception of control. Only when you're with me..." Kyr grabbed his shoulder, and almost in an instant Nio was back to his typical scale, held off the ground by the powerful grip of the Blaziken. "...will you be like this, like you see yourself with our link."
"Our link? But...but I can't-"
"Funny thing...apparently you can. Just not consciously. How do you think I was helping along your little change back there? I know you, you wouldn't have dared try to create a conflict on your own by trying to link with Vern, and I doubt you could have convinced himself of his guilt without some extra prodding."
"Wait...you? But...but I thought..."
"Total control? But I have that now. I control you, and I control Vern...but I wanted you to control him as well, because that's his place. You don't threaten me anymore, so I have nothing to worry about."
With that, Kyr flipped the Abra under his arm, and then with his other picked up Vern and slung the tuckered-out human over his shoulder. He started carrying them out of the volcanic cave, with a promise to himself that they'd be back soon enough for more fun. Being in his element had helped everything come together...now the fun could REALLY start.