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The clock was ticking, the only sound in the office as he worked on paperwork. Not his favorite part of the job, but a necessary evil. Most of it was done on the computer these days, but his office still hadn't gone fully paperless, so he still was forced to do things the dinosaur way sometimes. His image was clean-cut, the consummate professional; tall, thin, wearing glasses, short-cut brown hair, soft blue eyes that looked mostly harmless. Off in the corner, a Hypno sat cross-legged in the sun by the window; despite being an integral part of the job, he was spared the burden of such busywork. Lucky devil.

Then again, one could argue that he was the real therapist here. So who was really doing more work?

A feminine voice crackled over the speaker on his desk. “Dr. Forester, your 1:00 is here."

He pressed the button on the speaker. “Thank you, send him in, Louise." Dr. David Forester, professional psychotherapist and hypnotherapist...a rare double feature which was becoming increasingly less so, due to the high demand. The amount of success he and others like him saw in their cases had them sought after by many, and he could basically command his caseload as he desired. In an earlier day he might have tried to take them all on, cure the world, but having several years of experience under his belt, he was savvy enough to know that that simply wasn't feasible...and when you had to limit yourself, it was nice to be able to pick and choose what fell into those limits.

“You ready to go, Duul?" The Hypno stirred as Dr. Forester stood up, moving to take a seat in a more comfortable easy chair facing across from an almost identical chair where his patient would be seated. Wordlessly he nodded, standing and moving to the ottoman next to Dr. Forester's chair. It was their typical set-up, casual and unassuming, or at least that was the intent, to try to put the patient at ease during a stressful situation. This would be an easier one, as it was a voluntary visitor rather than an institutional visitor.

Soon enough, the door opened, and a nervous-looking man slunk in quietly. He was on the shorter side, longer and messier black hair, with sharper blue eyes that darted all around. Dr. Forester had seen enough of a similar sort to know that this was a professional Pokémon trainer. No matter their personality or style, they always seemed to have a similar air about them - one of nature, of the wilds, quite a stark contrast to his well-kept, tidy, cozy office environment. Something that in his younger years he might have been jealous of, but no longer, for sure...it was hard to argue with a lucrative, prestigious career and a semblance of constancy in his life.

“Go ahead and have a seat, Edgar. I understand you're here today for some hypnotic therapy?"

“Um, yeah, doc. I, uh, sorry, I just kinda expected you to have, like, a couch like you see in the cartoons and such." Edgar shook his head, clearly out of sorts. That wasn't uncommon...people didn't seek therapy because they had problems that were easy to work around and talk about. “Never been to one of these places before…"

“It's quite all right, many people have that first impression. Besides, I know that some psychiatrists still use the couch...helps put patients at ease when it's something they're expecting. But I'm not a typical psychiatrist...hypnotherapy is less talking things out and more active manipulation, and I find that best results occur when a patient is upright."

“I guess I understand...um, is that the guy who's gonna put me under?" He nodded towards the Hypno sitting on the ottoman. “You...know he'll do a good job, right?"

“Indeed. You don't have to worry, Duul's been working with me since the start...he's one of the most capable hypnotists I've ever observed. You've nothing to fear, he's as professional as I am...he's just much less of a talker."

That seemed to put Edgar a little at ease, at least allowing him to finally sit down in the chair. He still looked flustered, like he wasn't sure if he really wanted to be here...also not uncommon, in Dr. Forester's experience. It would be his job to relieve that stress, in part, to make sure his patient was satisfied."Now, I've gotten a general idea what you're concerned about from your application, but I'd like you to talk about it a bit with me so I can get a better picture of what's bothering you. The more I know, the better I'll be able to help."

“Um...okay, doc...but, uh, I'm sorry, I'm just kinda nervous...you're gonna think I'm a freak or something…"

“Edgar, I've been doing psychotherapy and hypnotherapy professionally for a dozen years. I get voluntary appointments and criminal referrals. I've seen some very vile individuals in my time, people who make my skin crawl. As much as I try to remain professional, there are things that disturb me in this world...however, very rarely does a voluntary appointment reach that threshold. And no matter what, I approach every case as professionally as possible, so I can guarantee that I will not pass judgment on you in any way nor make accusations that will make you uncomfortable. Now please, relax, and just start where you feel comfortable starting."

Edgar was still hesitant, but finally nodded and swallowed and began. “Well, doc, I, uh...I'm here because...I'm...sexually attracted to my Pokémon." He waited, watching anxiously for a response from Dr. Forester.

“Is that all? You needn't have worried so much...as I said, Edgar, nothing that's especially unusual or appalling."

“But...but...that's wrong, isn't it? That's...humans shouldn't be like that towards Pokémon, it's unnatural!"

“Perhaps it's not the most typical thing, but there are far more disturbing sexual issues out there, dangerous and illegal attractions that simply cannot be allowed. For example, I frequently get pedophiles in here, either by their own volition or forced by the state as part of their legal issues. And there are others with inclinations that are hazardous or undesirable, far worse than anything you presented to me. Indeed, I'd say yours is one of the less deviant problems I've heard."

Edgar sighed and slumped back. “Kinda wish you didn't say that, doc...makes it harder for me to convince myself I need to get this worked out. I mean, if you don't take me seriously-"

“Now, Edgar, I never said I didn't take you seriously."

“But...you said-"

“I just said you don't have to worry about me judging you for it. It's not my business to decide what a person needs treatment for or not...that's for the person seeking treatment to determine. You seem concerned, so I will do what I can for you."

Edgar swallowed and nodded. “Okay...I'm just...I don't want to lose my Pokémon, be labeled or something, go to jail and have the people in there treat me like...I dunno, I know they're hard on guys who are deviant in there…"

Dr. Forester gave a quiet nod. “I've heard the same thing, so I understand where you're coming from. Do you feel like you're likely to be arrested for this?"

“Wh...well, yeah...ain't it illegal?"

“That's a fairly common misconception. All-encompassing laws against human and Pokémon intercourse have been eliminated pretty much everywhere, for a number of reasons. However, there are still legal limitations, and I've had a number of people come in who have rubbed up against them and asked me to remove them. Do you think that your own situation falls into that category?"

After a few moments, Edgar shrugged and shook his head. “I don't really know the laws or anything on it, I guess, but it's still bugging me...I just don't wanna have to worry about it anymore, you know? Deal with it, make it go away so that there just isn't any question."

“Very well, Edgar, we shall see about getting this problem dealt with for you. I think it's time for us to begin the hypnosis part of the session. I'll ask you to sit very still and be looking at Duul while he does his work. You won't remember what happens while you're under, but the forms you've signed will guarantee your safety. Just relax, and watch him…"

Edgar nodded, his eyes picking up on the swaying token that Duul had raised in front of him. The token really didn't have much effect on its own - it was the Hypno's natural powers that did the work - but it kept attention on him, and attention was the best facilitator of hypnosis. Dr. Forrester could see this eyes start to become lidded, his features relaxed...it was something he always monitored carefully, in case someone came in with a resistance, which could make things go poorly if they weren't careful. Edgar seemed to be readily pliable, though...it likely wouldn't take anything extra.

After a minute or so, Duul ceased applying his skills, allowing them to admire his handiwork. Edgar was certainly under now, and there was no concern about him coming back out until Duul brought him back. During this time, he would be extremely suggestible, and Duul's abilities would more firmly ingrain anything that needed to be ingrained. But that wasn't the first priority; the first priority was to probe deeper into Edgar's psyche. When people came in wanting hypnotherapy, Dr. Forster always did some truth-seeking of the patient under hypnosis. It was good for revealing the truth where a fully conscious individual would simply lie or tell a half-truth, and sometimes revealed frauds who wanted to create a lawsuit for malpractice. He wasn't worried about either of those so much here, but he felt it would be easier to understand the full extent of Edgar's issues when nerves weren't getting in the way. “Edgar, I'm going to ask you some questions. I want you to answer me truthfully and as fully as you can."

“Yes, doctor." It was a fairly monotone response, though it did still retain some of his typical affect. That was normal; the brain was in a semi-controlled state by Duul's influence, so not all of its normal character would be present. That would all be back once things were finished, he'd never had a problem with lingering effects with this part.

“Have you been feeling these urges for a long time?"

“They have been present for nearly a year. They started around the time that my Pokémon became fully evolved."

“Do you think that contributed to the development of your attraction?"

“Yes, I did not have feelings towards them before then. I had fantasies and wet dreams about certain other Pokémon rarely, but I did not think that was anything other than just being pent up."

“How much do you fantasize about them?"

“A lot. Every day. There are times when I can barely think about anything else. Sometimes I am able to put them out of my head when other things are going on, but even that does not always get rid of them."

Dr. Forester nodded. “All right, Edgar. Describe what you feel when you have these urges to copulate with your Pokémon."

“I feel very aroused by them. I admire their strength and power...I want to feel that from them in a sexual way. I want them to strip me down, rub up against me, take control of me and have their way with me until they are satisfied. I like the thought of them being in charge and doing what they want to me."

“Do you have any desires about them harming you or doing something dangerous to you?"

“No, I do not. I do not believe they would do that to me."

“Do you fear anything that they might do to you?"

“No, I do not have any worries about that. I trust that they would only do what they know I could handle."

“I see. These desires, are they unpleasant for you to have?"

“No, they feel good. I do want to experience them. But I do not feel that these are normal desires and I fear that they will give me problems."

“Have your Pokémon raised any concerns about your feelings?"

“I have not told them about it."

“But they must have noticed, haven't they? You said that at times you've barely been able to focus due to your arousal, surely they would notice your unusual behavior, or sense your arousal in some way."

“If they have, they have not said anything to me."

“How do you know that they wouldn't approve if they found out? Perhaps they desire the same thing you do?" Dr. Forester waited, but didn't get a response. “Edgar? Did you hear me?"

“I do not know, doctor."

“If they were in favor of such a thing, would you feel like that was wrong? After all, you know they are capable of making their own decisions, choosing for themselves what they would be willing to do. If they decided they wanted to copulate with you, and you felt this attraction to them, would you have any issue with them doing so?"

“I feel like I would very much like it."

That was just the answer he was expecting to hear; Edgar's anxiety was due to conflicting feelings, the inner desire to engage in those acts grinding up against the outward appearance of image. That was something he'd heard a few too many times in his experience. “All right, Edgar, I'm going to help resolve your problems. This will require going a little bit deeper...do you consent to this?"

“I do." Some might consider it dubious, but Dr. Forester was certain that he wasn't doing anything wrong by asking for consent under hypnosis. It was quite difficult to force someone to do something they didn't want to do unless they were extremely far under. Not that it mattered much since he already had written consent from Edgar's paperwork, but he always liked to double-check these things - after all, a 'no' answer tended to mean something more was afoot.

Duul once again began applying pressure, pushing Edgar's consciousness into a deeper state of malleability. Now Edgar was starting to appear very heavily relaxed, very pliable...by going this deep, it was now truly possible to effect changes to the psyche. It was a precarious state to be in, it still wasn't a trivial task to change someone who was resistant, but it was possible here...one session likely wouldn't make it stick, but he brought them back several times if he had to. There would be no such danger here, he knew Edgar would be willing to go along with his treatment idea. Once Duul stopped and nodded to him, he began again.

“All right, Edgar, you are now in deep hypnosis. You have given me control over aspects of your mind and memory, and have granted me permission to influence them. I said I would take action to take care of the problems you were having with your urges, and I am going to do that." Dr. Forester paused briefly. “From here on, you are going to forget you were ever opposed to these feelings. Instead you will accept them as part of you, without any reservation whatsoever. You will remember that you came in with a problem, but you won't remember exactly what it was, only that it was taken care of."

Would that anyone from the review committees heard those words, Dr. Forseter knew he would face some serious reprimands. But as respected as he was in general, it was easy for him to avoid scrutiny, and he was fairly good at hiding any sign of anything untoward. He'd had plenty of practice, and Duul helped a good bit as well - just a light bit of psychic energy in the room put people at ease, made them feel relaxed and unsuspecting. It was as useful with observers as it was with clients. Besides that, he felt he was doing them a greater service than if he'd followed their wishes to the letter - Poképhilia wasn't illegal, and the stress came from the pressures of being something perceived as taboo, somehow socially unacceptable. There was no reason to take away the desires, and putting their minds at ease led to even greater satisfaction. Perhaps there was a bit of a personal bias - he was a Poképhile himself, though he never let that on to anyone - but from what he'd heard from those he'd performed his secret service on, they were perfectly satisfied, even if they didn't remember what they had originally asked.

It wasn't something he just did without care, of course. Some people had competing desires and wanted something gone that was interfering with other relationships. Some people worried that they were going to abuse their Pokémon who didn't have the same desires...some were at risk for doing so even if they didn't tell him voluntarily. And there were times where such an attraction would potentially be intrusive, such as with the police, and it was for the best for such desires to be gone. When cases like that came around, he did exactly as prescribed, vanishing the feelings without any complaint. It was only for those cases where there wasn't any real reason, and there wasn't any great risk, that he employed his secret service. From what he'd revealed from Edgar, this was a textbook opportunity.

“I will accept them. I was not opposed to them."

“Exactly. You will not fear the idea of sex with your Pokémon. You will not fear judgment from others for such feelings or acts. After all, what you do with agreement with your Pokémon, in appropriate discreetness, is of no one's business but yours and your Pokémon's. You understand that, right?"

“I understand."

That was good, but the doctor wasn't done yet. The next bit of business was definitely not for therapeutic purposes, but rather his own enjoyment. Here he wasn't going to make excuses - he was taking advantage of the situation, through and through, and only justified it by telling himself he was doing no harm. If his previous actions would have landed him in hot water, this was jumping in lava...but he got a thrill out of in nonetheless.

“Good, good. Let's make sure this is really clear. Duul, why don't you bring Edgar's Pokémon out for us?"

Duul nodded, and with a psychic effort raised the three Poké Balls off of Edgar's belt, levitating them to an open space and pressing the release on them in quick succession. From them emerged a Blaziken, Golduck, and Nidoking, all three with grins on their faces, as if they had an idea what was coming. And Dr. Forester supposed that they probably did; Duul would have briefed them on it before even pulling them out of their stasis, otherwise he wouldn't have given Dr. Forester the go-ahead.

“Well, now that you're all here...perhaps Duul has filled you in already, but I'll summarize nonetheless. I'll ask you three not to talk, please...if you need to say anything communicate it through Duul, I'd rather not risk anyone hearing you and getting suspicious. Edgar here has admitted to fantasies about sexual relations with the three of you. He came to me asking me to take care of the problem for him, and as far as I can see the problem is simply that he's worried about legal repercussions and doing something you wouldn't approve of. However, I figure that your input is as important as anyone else's in this matter, so I'll be brief: have you in fact been hinting to him that you're attracted to him as well?"

He had to hold back a laugh as he saw all three nod, instantly and unabashedly. Small wonder he was feeling it, I wonder how long they've been trying to get him involved. “Well, that's about what I suspected. Now, I've got Edgar here under deep hypnosis, and I've already started the programming to remove his inhibitions to that effect. However...a principle I've encountered frequently in my time in this work is that a subconscious suggestion is far more effective if there is a physical component in addition to the verbal component. With your permission, I'd like to observe you acting out your desires on Edgar in order to entrench his acceptance."

It was a lie, but a practiced one that sounded sincere. In truth, no physical act really had any extra effect on how well the hypnotized took to verbal instruction; mental imagery was effective enough. But the little lie was generally enough to get him what he wanted, and there was no doubt he had succeeded here. The look in the eyes of the three Pokémon told Dr. Forester all he needed to know, but the rapid emergence of the three cocks was a nice additional touch. “Perfect. Why don't you go ahead and start attending to him? Make him feel good and get him nice and primed."

He didn't have to wait long to see the action. Instantly the three Pokémon were on their trainer, Blaziken and Golduck disrobing him carefully while Nidoking kept him upright. Dr. Forester started to disrobe himself as he watched, letting his hardening cock have some air...this was his favorite part of his little dalliances, putting the trainer under and getting their Pokémon to have their way with them. At it was good for Edgar too, he'd learn submission on a deep level so that he'd be nice and ready to practice it when he woke up. Beside him, Duul was also getting visibly aroused, though he knew the Hypno wouldn't act on it. He didn't typically participate during their sessions...though, afterwards, the two of them would work off their excess energy.

The Pokémon were now triple-teaming Edgar, Nidoking pounding his ass, Blaziken working his mouth, and Golduck taking him into his beak. Despite being in altered consciousness, Edgar was responding like he should have, getting into the sexual acts as much as he could. He might wonder why he found the taste and feeling familiar afterwards, but odds were he'd be too wrapped up in the pleasure to care. Idly the doctor started stroking himself as he continued to watch, feeling the pleasure slowly start to bubble up on all fronts.

It was just a few minutes before the acts reached their culmination. The Pokémon were dutifully silent, just quiet grunts and sighs coming from them as they blew their loads, Edgar's less controlled but muffled by Blaziken's cock jammed inside his mouth. Golduck was the only one not to go off, he'd simply stroked himself idly while waiting for his turn at bat. It was a hot sight, and getting Dr. Forester more and more worked up, his hand moving faster over his dick…

Until suddenly he froze. Not of his own volition...he found he couldn't move his hand at all, it was being involuntarily pulled away from himself. He couldn't look around, either, his eyes were fully fixated on the scene in front of him, Blaziken and Nidoking pulling out of their trainer. They turned to look at him, and he felt a jolt through him as he looked in their eyes, the vague purple glow of psychic control clearly visible in them.

Duul...what are you doing?

There was no response from the Hypno. He must have been at the helm now, but why? He watched helplessly as the two Pokémon started towards him, their eyes now having that characteristic blankness of pure mind control, yet neither of them seemed fully out of it...in fact, they both looked quite eager and excited. It was only when they each grabbed one of his arms that he started to realize what was going on, and regained control of himself, but by then it was too late; Nidoking had brought his claws down to grope his cock and balls, while Blaziken had a hand on his ass, poking at his hole.

Duul! What is the meaning of- He was cut off by the sensation of a claw entering his ass, combined with a firm rub to his genitals that momentarily blanked him. As he shook it off, he could finally see Duul, just looking their direction, his own member jutting out from him unattended. Dr. Forester had been thrown for a loop; never had the Hypno controlled other Pokémon to screw him, never had he even floated the idea. He might have been worried if not for the clear indication in the eyes of the two Pokémon holding him, the honest excitement and lust that told him that they weren't being forced into it; indeed, they looked as if all that was being controlled was really their bodies rather than their whole minds, and they were eager to play the part.

Duul must have been putting them up to this while we were working…

He knew he was in no danger; Duul wouldn't let harm come to him, and the two Pokémon around him didn't have any ill intent. And there didn't seem to be any getting out of it, either. Thus, he did the only thing that seemed like a good idea; he loosened up in the grips of the Blaziken and Nidoking, signaling his acquiescence. Besides, this could be a lot of fun.

The two Pokémon pushed him down onto his hands and knees, and Nidoking took up position in front of him while Blaziken took his backside. The large, dripping cock in front of Dr. Forester's face had a peculiarly strong male odor, which he knew he would have to get used to. He was also able to see the short, sharp barbs dotting the length, which he hoped wouldn't be too uncomfortable. That was all the time he had to contemplate, however, as a hand on the back of his head forced him towards the cock; taking the hint, he opened his mouth, allowing the tip of it into him.

From behind, Blaziken was prodding him with his own hot shaft, the tip teasing at his hole. The doctor felt himself getting a bit nervous; the Blaziken was larger than Duul, and that was as much as he'd ever had up there. He didn't know how well he'd be able to handle it. Still, he didn't fight it, allowing Blaziken to feed the first couple inches of his meat into him.

With just a bit of the Pokémon filling him at both ends, they suddenly stopped, or were stopped. Dr. Forester was confused, wondering why they weren't acting, when he suddenly felt strange sensations in his own body, particularly his two ends. Something felt like it was rubbing or massaging at his mouth and throat and at his ass, and though he knew this had to be Duul's work he didn't know what it was working at.

Until it stopped, and with a sudden motion, both Pokémon buried themselves into their respective holes. Dr. Forester's eyes widened as the Nidoking shoved himself into his mouth and down his throat; he expected to gag on it, but there was nothing, absolutely no response, not even when those barbs scraped against what should have been super-sensitive tissue. It was like his gag reflex didn't even exist - and he realized with a jolt that for the moment it probably didn't. Likewise, Blaziken had hilted him at the other end without so much as a twinge from him, telling him that he'd been opened up and made ready by Duul's ministrations.

That sneak...how long has he been planning for this?

The two Pokémon started working him in tandem, thrusting in and out at a pace even faster than they'd claimed Edgar. It was easily the roughest he'd ever been treated, Duul wasn't exactly big and powerful and usually took things more easily, but he was pushing these two to a much greater degree. But the psychic assistance ensured no degree of pain, only pleasure that slowly built up within his loins as the Blaziken worked his ass. The taste of Nidoking's cock was getting all over his tongue, but getting more and more desirable somehow...this was definitely turning out to not be so bad, and he was getting well into it.

He could hear Duul moaning quietly, and the thrusts picked up a bit both front and back. Now he was starting to get clear on what was going on - Duul was using the two Pokémon as a proxy. He'd feel the same pleasure they did from his distance, and be able to provide an energetic romp that simply wasn't physically manageable for him. It was something he knew was possible but the Hypno had never mentioned before...now that he knew he was into it, this probably wouldn't be the last time it happened. But if it felt this good, he wasn't going to complain.

The two Pokémon were taking him harder and faster now, he could feel the heat from Blaziken intensifying and Nidoking was leaking something into his mouth, an odd-tasting precum that he couldn't help but swallow when he had an opening. He could see Edgar out of the corner of his eye, being screwed by Golduck, who was keeping him upright enough with his own psychic abilities, ensuring no one was being left out of the fun. It was starting to get a bit louder than usual, which provoked a bit of anxiety...yet, there was also a thrill to it, the risk of being caught this way that put him closer to the edge.

Soon enough he went over, his moan muffled helpfully by the thick dick in his mouth as he started to unload, squirting his seed onto the carpet, getting rivulets of white caught up in the fabric. Somehow it felt very different from other encounters, even with Duul, there was a freshness to the pleasure that made him feel better than ever...he found himself tightening down on Blaziken's thrusting cock and swallowing around Nidoking's almost involuntarily, or perhaps Duul was causing that as well.

Either way, it did the trick. They both came basically simultaneously, that thick heady seed pouring into his mouth and throat while a much hotter liquid filled up his rear. It was a ton to take in, and he could feel it seeping out of both ends, dribbling onto the carpet to join his own mess. He heard a moan in a familiar voice from nearby, and realized in that moment that Duul must have climaxed as well - with the psychic link he wouldn't last any longer than they did. It was going to be a lot of clean-up, but Duul must have known that, considering it was his job…

The two Pokémon pulled themselves out of Dr. Forester, and Blaziken gave him a hot smack on the rear before stepping back over towards Edgar. Golduck had finished claiming his trainer, and now it seemed it was Blaziken's turn...but he found it difficult to focus on that pretty quickly. He was starting to flush, to feel incredibly horny...it must have been Nidoking, drugging him to make him want more, and judging by the grin on the beast's face as he walked around towards Dr. Forester's rear, that was an accurate assessment.

Perhaps he shouldn't have let him get away with that, but at the moment his head wasn't quite in the right place to asset himself. His body felt so hot and needy in an unnatural way, leaving him a perfect target for the Nidoking, and he gave in without any real protest. He spread his legs wide and beckoned for the beast to claim him, a sight which probably would have had the Nidoking rushing him even without the mental control.

The purple behemoth was bigger even than Blaziken, and not by a small margin; however, Dr. Forester had none of the apprehension of before, thanks both to the drug and to Duul's effects on his body. He just wanted to be pounded and filled, and he got that wish right off the bat as the Nidoking slammed himself in all the way right off the bat, those barbs sending rivulets of ecstasy through his body. A moment later the big Pokémon fell over him, clawed hands grappling his upper arms and pinning him unnecessarily, before beginning to drive into him over and over again, slamming fast and hard like Dr. Forester had never even imagined, much less experienced.

But it wasn't all violent, far from it in fact...the beast was as good a fuck as his reputation, getting Dr. Forester in his most sensitive spots every time, rubbing and licking to make the experience so much more salient. The barbs raking against his insides felt incredibly good, they felt like they were making him more sensitive every time that cock pushed in, amplifying the feelings that he craved. He could do nothing other than let the Nidoking have his way, and somehow felt perfectly fine with that; he'd lost control of the situation but didn't care right at that moment.

His vision was also much clearer for the rest of the action. Duul was leaning back against his chair, panting, his cock twitching and jerking in the air as he took in the pleasure being transmitted to him through Nidoking. Over to his other side, Edgar was the one taking the double-team now, Blaziken pounding his rear while Golduck forced his way into his mouth. He still seemed fully under, but also perhaps more engaged than before; Dr. Forester could swear he was actively sucking off Golduck, rather than just being a passive receptacle; whatever desires he had may have been deeper ingrained than he realized.

The screwing was getting much more intense than it ever had in these sessions, and again the noise level was going up. Nidoking in particular was grunting rather loudly, his thrusting cock forcing slightly louder moans out of Dr. Forester, almost like he was deliberately trying to push the limits of how loud they could get without drawing attention. The doctor wasn't in must position to stop it now, too caught up in the pleasure; he needed to cum, and he needed the beast's seed to sate his need, and if he had to scream for it, he knew he'd do it in the end.

Fortunately it didn't come to that. He was able to bite back a cry as he hit his second orgasm, adding to the carpet's saturation with another several bolts of white, his fingers digging into the fabric as tension raced through him. His ass clamped down on Nidoking, making the barbs dig in tighter and flex more as they moved, radically raising the pleasure Nidoking felt...it only took a few more moments for him to reach his own peak, growling deeply enough to make Dr. Forester's body rumble as he pumped his thick fluid deep inside the human, filling him nice and deep and soothing the lingering burning from Blaziken's deposit earlier. How just being seeded could be so enjoyable he didn't know, but the Nidoking must have been looking forward to doing that a lot more often with his own trainer. As he pulled out, he gave Dr. Forester an appreciative lick and grope, snickering as he turned back towards Edgar with a lewd grin, watching as the trio in action there finished their own bouts.

He was tired, rather messy, but oh so satisfied. Dr. Forester wasn't sure he'd have another experience like that any time soon, but he'd remember this one for a long time. Time...he snapped to attention and his eyes darted to the clock. The hour was almost up...someone would be much more liable to come looking when it was. It was time to take charge again and get things under control...he quickly became more clear-headed, likely with help from Duul who was just as clear on what needed to be done.

“You three! We're almost at the end of the session. You'll have to hold off on more until he's back outside, otherwise things could get sticky."??Though reluctant, the three Pokémon obeyed, standing back and at the ready. Duul got engaged again, sweeping up the extraneous fluids from all of them with a single psychic wave, leaving them all clean and presentable. Dr. Forester re-donned his clothes and the Pokémon helped Edgar into his, trying to get him as close to how he started as possible; then, Duul returned them to their balls and re-attached them to Edgar's belt, and placed him in an upright position on the chair.

He probably looked a bit flushed still, but Dr. Forester felt he was back in his typical doctor mode. It was pretty easy to get into after so much practice. “All right, Edgar, we're going to wake you up now. You won't remember any details of anything that happened while you were under here...and you won't remember your conflicts about sex with your Pokémon. You'll embrace them as part of you, and you won't refuse their advances. Now, Duul's going to bring you back as I count to ten. One...two…"

The Hypno worked his magic once again as Dr. Forester counted slowly. The change was visible in Edgar, going from barely aware to flat to mostly awake. As the count finished, his eyes fluttered back to attention, and he looked around the room, slightly confused. “Ah...uh...that...that was...weird…"

“It usually is. Coming out of hypnosis is a bit of a shock to the system by nature, but you'll have it shaken off shortly. How do you feel?"

“Um...fine…" Edgar raised a hand to rub his forehead slowly. “Huh...I can't...quite remember what it was I came in for. Is that normal?"

“It happens sometimes. There are cases where forgetting the source of the concern you had can be beneficial to the treatment. It's usually better for you not to work too hard to try to remember, or you might find yourself becoming anxious and frustrated again. If it bothers you, though, I can remind you."

“Mm...I think I'll be okay. It's weird, part of me thinks this is something I should know, but another part of me wants to let it go...like on some level I know whatever it was was fixed. It's strange, but I guess I'm okay with it." Edgar stood up and the doctor did the same, and they shook hands. “Thanks, Doc. I feel better already...hopefully it stays that way."

“I believe it will, Edgar. Farewell, and good luck on your travels."

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Whatever that Nidoking had done, it hadn't fully gone away. He'd felt the lust creeping in again not long after Edgar left, and only some help from Duul kept it from being a distraction through the rest of the day. By the time they were home, he just wanted a shower and to relax but the tingling in his cock wasn't receding. He tried to work it out under the stream of hot water, but his hand just wasn't cutting it...something about it felt lackluster this time, insufficient.

“Did you enjoy that, David?"

He jumped at the voice in his mind, accompanied by arms wrapping around him, and the feel of a hard dick against his rear. “Duul! What have I said about surprises?"

“Enough for me to tune it out. You enjoyed yourself. I can read it on you. It wouldn't have been nearly as much fun if you had been anticipating it...such anticipation would have led to anxiety."

It was always an experience talking with Duul; the Hypno preferred mindspeak and rarely ever spoke aloud. By now he was used to it, but it was still a bit jarring compared to the usual. “I hope they aren't going to remember that. Even if they're Pokémon, they're witnesses."

“Witnesses who won't say a word since we got their trainer to wake up. But I still took precautions. I put in a little mental block they all agreed to...they'll remember every bit of it but won't be able to talk about it."

“Good enough, I suppose. You...how long had you been waiting for that?"

“Longer than I will ever admit. I wasn't entirely sure you would be accepting of it...but now that I know you are, perhaps we can get a bit more adventurous."

“I get the feeling you're not talking about clients."

“Too limiting. We have days off...perhaps we can find our own fun rather than letting it come to us." His hand gripped David's dick, stroking it gently as he started to enter the human's rear. “You can say what you want about it...but you know I can read your mind and know what you really think about the idea…"

It was perhaps a bit unfair bringing it up while starting to nail him, especially while he was under the influence, but he doubted his response would change that much. “Fine...but at least let me have a little control over these encounters."

“Of course...just enough to make things interesting."