The Tales of Fang Yahzu
The Third Slave
The elderly, anthro Drampa looked through his book. One would think that someone would a book based off of the history of Chinese art would be incredibly dull and boring, and they'd be right… if they weren't Fang Yahzu.
Fang Yahzu. Or "Mister Yahzu" as the children called him. Everyone loved Mr. Yahzu.
To the public, Fang Yahzu is just a friendly, elderly art teacher. A great one, in fact. He is quite friendly and familiar with a number of the art students and their parents. He has their parents' trust and good faith. He's given small, but appreciated gifts to the students and teachers. Even some of the parents have baked Mr. Yahzu goods as thanks for just some small gifts and his friendly, extroverted personality. He's mended a young girl's broken heart due to the loss of a father with a personal and beautiful hand-drawn picture of her father Gallade in heaven, guarding the angels. He was simply so compassionate and thrilled to teach about the history of art. He was a Pokémon with very few enemies to the public. To the community, very few are as friendly with children and welcoming as a figure as Fang Yahzu.
Which is why many, MANY Pokémon would be shocked with his private life.
Everyone has secrets. That's no surprise. But Fang Yahzu's own secrets, and in fact, his private life in general, are secrets nobody anyone even slightly familiar with the 'Mon would ever guess. To be sure, he was still an upstanding and moral citizen, so it wasn't like he was a secret crime or drug lord.
But, well… some Pokémon… if they found out that he was actually an ultra-kinky rubber-loving Dominant with his own two (soon to be three) rubber slaves, they wouldn't let their children within a 10-mile radius of the 'Mon. Yahzu knew this well, hence why he kept this a secret. In fact, Yahzu himself didn't want children anywhere near what he did in his private life. While the Drampa was undeniable kinky, he still held fast to morals and even treated his slaves with love… albeit with perhaps a 'tougher' kind of love.
Yahzu looked at the clock. 2:55 PM. 5 more minutes until school let out. His last class for the day was already lined up at the door, with some of the younger Pokémon shifting around and hoping the clock would tick down faster. Some wanted out early to catch a movie, hang out with friends, or play a few video games.
On the other hand, Yahzu wanted out early to pick up his newest purchased slave and have… 'fun' with him.
Yahzu laughed, looking at the children. "Tell you what, class." He spoke in a deep yet calm and serene voice. "I'll let you out a few minutes early… just tell anybody who asks what class you got out of was Mr. Pitch's."
Some of the children chuckled at this. Mr. Pitch was a Mothim, and despite being 20 years old to Yahzu's 60, he was probably the least-liked teacher in the entire elementary school of Hau'oli City. Rude, a loudmouth, and a notorious strict teacher, not even the staff and the rest of the facility liked him that much. Unfortunately, his position as the only Art Theory teacher around made him a sort-of necessary evil.
But the children soon dashed out, yet quietly to make sure that they didn't arouse the suspicions of any hall monitor.
"Thanks, Mr. Yahzu."
"You're the best, teach."
"You rock, Mr. Yahzu."
Those were some of the whispers as they filed out of the room. The Drampa smiled again.
"Man, I wouldn't trade this job for anything in the world." He said quietly to himself, starting to pack up his utensils and grading papers. Soon, he would be ready for the trip to get his newest (and willing) acquisition in rubber slavery.
The auction and pick-up site was a rather secluded warehouse within the more barren areas of Hau'oli City. It was a bit of a maze to find the location, but Yahzu had been here plenty of times before. He knew exactly where he was going. Soon enough, he parked his car a slight distance away from the warehouse, as to give new shipments (or rather, new slaves) coming in a bit of room in the large trucks.
He took off his traditional red dragon-adorned Chinese Hanfu as well as his regular T-shirt and clothes, revealing a skintight red latex suit underneath all of the other clothing. Indeed, he had worn this below his other forms of clothing today, just so he could spend less time having to slip it on and look presentable to the slave trade. Unlike a number of others in the BDSM culture, his preferred color of Dom wear was red, while he had his slaves in black.
He grinned a bit, looking over his body. For a 60-year-old Drampa, he was in pretty fit condition. Finally, he walked over to the entrance of the warehouse. A Machamp there was standing in front of the door, being a guard for the trade. Yahzu was just about to pull out his Slave Owner ID when the Machamp just chuckled.
"Oh, Yahzu. I don't need an ID to know that's you. You're the only Drampa that goes anywhere CLOSE to these parts."
"As cheeky as ever, Danny." Yahzu laughed. "But you know why I'm here."
The Machamp nodded, leading him in and past several other slaves, auctioneers, and trainers. "Indeed. Your slave is ready to go. Let me tell you, he took an incredibly short amount of time to train. He really wants nothing more than to have a Master."
"Not surprising. I looked at his profile you gave me after the deal. He admitted himself willingly to the slave trade."
"That's not the surprising part. About 65% of our slaves were 100% willing and admitted themselves in at the start, so that's not unusual. What was strange was… the kind of slave he wanted to be at the very start. Full 100% permanent rubber gimp. Most… don't go for that option. Maybe… 4% of our slaves do? And that's probably a high estimate. Hell, not many willing slaves come in and sign up in a full latex gimp suit."
"I can see what you mean. But by 'permanent rubber gimp', I'm sure you mean the position of 'rubber gimp' is permanent. Not the rubber itself." Yahzu asked for some clarification. "I can't imagine the legal trouble you could get into for actually sealing someone into permanent rubber."
"That's correct." Danny nodded. "The 'permanent rubber gimps' are trained as if their rubber will never be taken off, although it actually can be taken off by the Master with a passcode." He said, handing a remote to Yahzu. "The default code is 123456. Just change it by holding the RESET button."
"Understood."
Finally, the two got to a small room in the back of the warehouse. A bit separated from the packing and unloading was a small section where the slaves that are 'Full 100% Permanent Rubber Gimps' stay. In here, the scent of rubber was ultra-thick, and maybe only… 7 Pokémon were even in this room, all covered head-to-toe in rubber.
The first one was a Floatzel, simply sleeping in the cage he had wanted. He had a deep desire to simply be treated as an animal.
The second was a Therian Landorus, sitting at attention and wagging his tail. He had a rubber puppy mask and paws attached, engrossed in his role.
The third was a Seviper, suspended in the air and wrapped tightly in a rubber cocoon.
The fourth was a Medicham, and the only female. She was meditating in the corner, focusing on unlocking her submissive aura.
The fifth was an Ursaring, wrapped in so many thick layers of latex that he couldn't even move from his sitting position.
The sixth was a Gengar, being the kind of 'rubber gimp' who was very mischievous and trying to interrupt the Medicham's meditating.
And the seventh and last was just who Fang Yahzu was looking for. A Typhlosion. The Typhlosion wasted no time getting up from his bed, which was somehow a regular bed in the middle of all of the rubber gear. He ran up to his new Master, standing at attention yet grinning widely underneath his full-body rubber suit and tinted-eyehole rubber mask. Even Yahzu could tell that this Typhlosion was more than ready to serve his Master without having to see his face and just the smile. He also had a collar locked around his neck, which Yahzu assumed was what would be unlocked with the Master's passcode.
"Now… what's your name?"
The Typhlosion responded and bowed respectfully, having been prompted. "My name is whatever you say it is, Master."
"Good. You will accept your name without protest, gimp. Your name will be Chinese because I, your Master Yahzu, and my slaves have Chinese names. Your name shall be… Huojin." Yahzu said.
"Huojin… Yes, Master Yahzu. This is my name now. I accept this name from you. Starting today, I am honored to become your slave."
"Welcome to the family, Huojin."
And with that, Yahzu zipped the mask's mouth hole shut.
"Come along now, little gimp. A few more steps. Don't trip here. My slaves will be ecstatic to meet you.~"
Master Yahzu led his latest acquisition up to his spacious home's front door. The older Drampa gave the black leather leash in his grip another tug, guiding the mon at the end of it to the doorstep as well. A large Typhlosion slave, covered from head to toe in the strictest rubber bondage gear the old kinkster had ever seen. Lucky for him he hadn't had to pay a penny of his own money for the suit itself, though the rubber gimp himself was slightly more expensive than a regular slave would be priced at. Even so, the money was all worth it.
Throwing open the door to his home, Master Yahzu led the newest addition to his family into his home.
"Kunwei! Tao! Your master is home!" The Drampa called into the house. Huojin the Typhlosion, from behind the tinted eyeholes of his rubber mask, looked around the house. It was full of Chinese cultural artifacts… and hidden in the house were trophies of a kinky nature for various fetish competitions.
"Hmm… no answer." Yahzu said before chuckling. "Oh, those two must be at it again with the gear. That basement is completely soundproofed. Why don't I show you around, Huojin?"
The Typhlosion gimp nodded as he let his Master take his leash.
Huojin looked around the sort of 'trophy room' that Yahzu took him to. He was both in awe and impressed, seeing the trophies, achievements, and special ribbons he earned. The Typhlosion figured this Drampa had been a dom for a long time.
"You want to see what I'm most proud of?" Yahzu smiled. Huojin nodded, and Yahzu didn't lead him to the ultra-large and shiny fetish trophy shown off at the end as he expected… but put a small red ribbon in his hands. It read "Consolation Prize: Thanks for participating!" It was pretty dusty, dated at 1992.
Huojin pointed towards his mouth, seemingly to request permission to speak, which the Drampa granted as he unzipped the mouth.
"Master, if I may ask… why is this your proudest achievement? It's just a consolation prize."
Yahzu chuckled. "That's from my early years, back in the early '90s. I was just starting out then, even though I was aware of my… kinks since 1981. Back then, the scene was much smaller and more… taboo than it is now. But why I'm proud of it? It represents my origins. Where I started. I didn't start out an expert in rubber and bondage in the '80s, and figuring things out and finding Pokémon with similar interests was nearly impossible pre-Internet."
Huojin nodded, interesting in hearing Yahzu's story.
Yahzu picked up something else. Opening up a drawer, he took out a photo of himself along with a Lurantis. "I'll admit it. I made mistakes. I never set out to hurt anybody, but I've tried bondage with one… particular… lover with things going too far. October 15th, 1985. That's the day I lost her…"
Huojin's eyes widened in alarm, although you couldn't tell under the hood.
"No one got hurt… physically. Emotionally, there were… some bad scars for her. We never saw each other again after that. To this day, I still regret losing Scarlet. But that's my fault. I didn't recognize the signs of her not wanting to do it and I'm the one that pressured her. I was too abrasive. Too fast. I paid the price. It took me five years to even touch anything bondage-related ever again. Never had much interested in romance after that."
A couple of tears started to form in Yahzu's eyes before he wiped them. "Sorry, got a bit off-track there. The point I was trying to make. I didn't start off perfect. I made mistakes I want to take back. But over years of experience, I learned enough to finally try and take my first slave in the '90s. But… I'll let Kunwei tell you that story. Yet at the end of it all… I'm happy where I am now."
"I'm… I'm glad to hear that, Master." Huojin said, smiling.
Yahzu chuckled. "But enough about me babbling on my own sob story, why don't I introduce you to my other slaves now?"
"Oh yes, please Master." He nodded. With that, the mouth zipper was shut again, and the elderly Drampa led the still-leashed latex gimp out of his trophy room and back to the main hall. At this point, two other Pokémon were already there, talking with one another.
The first was a Hypno. He was fixing up his tie in what looked like a latex butler suit. The other was a Garchomp, wearing only some sort of latex jockstrap.
"…And so I said, 'Miranda, trust me. You are REALLY not ready for this yet.' I mean, I just… I don't know. What if she freaks?" The Hypno said.
"Well, you have to tell her eventually. Tell her that things for you are more than just being a regular butler." The Garchomp shrugged. "But if Rachel can handle it, so can your girlfriend."
"Easy for you to say. Rachel had to work a few years at that really seedy bar downtown. You know, the one that not even Master wants us to go to? She's probably already used to weird crap like us."
"Oh, I don't know. We could be weirder. Does Collin's Mistress Shalimar bring back memories?"
The Hypno shuddered. "Don't remind me, I'm still not sure if I'm emotionally recovered from that round of sissy stuff she did with me. I will never recover from that level of humiliation."
"She stopped, didn't she?"
"Not until after 5 minutes of terror I'll never get back…" the Hypno turned to realize this voice came from his Master, not the Garchomp.
"Oh! Oh! Uh… Master! Sorry about that!" the Hypno said nervously, bowing in respect. The Garchomp was doing the same.
"Relax, boys. You can get up. Anyway, you know that I was going to pick up my newest slave today."
"Yeah. I uhh… I take it he's the 'Mon in the gimp suit next to you?" the Garchomp said, standing up.
"An astute observation. Why don't you two introduce yourselves to him? This is Huojin the Typhlosion." He said, motioning towards the rubber-clad Pokémon.
Huojin nodded underneath the suit, eager to meet his fellow slaves.
"Of course, Master Yahzu." The Hypno said. "My name is Kunwei. Well, that's my legal name now, at least. It used to be a pretty boring 'John', but I much prefer the new name. Yahzu and I met when I was trying to pickpocket him years ago, but that's a story for another day. Anyways, as you probably know, I'm one of Master Yahzu's slaves. I'm kind of the butler of the family. I got some good training at a butler school Yahzu sent me to, and now I do stuff like cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the bondage gear." He chuckled.
Huojin pointed towards his mouth again, and Yahzu once again unzipped it. "You know, let's just keep that unzipped for now. You probably have plenty of questions." Yahzu commented.
"Thank you, Master." Huojin said. "So… Master and I heard you two talking earlier. About some girls? Do you two actually have a life outside of serving Yahzu? That's… not what I expected when I signed up, I'll admit."
Yahzu smiled. "While I don't think it would be fair to talk about their girlfriends, I will say… yes. They do have a life outside of serving me. In a way, I see them as my children. This would be their 'home life' and when I'm not home, they can do whatever they want as long as they're back when I return. And if they wish to leave or go somewhere, they simply need to ask me. I'm pretty lenient, except when it comes to their 10:00 curfew."
"I still think extending it to 11:00 would be nice." The Garchomp muttered. "It's almost impossible to see late-night movies without getting it planned in advance."
Yahzu crossed his arms. "Now, slave. I think you should be a little more grateful that you even HAVE a 10:00 curfew. Your friend Danny's is 7:00, after all."
"Yeah, yeah… you're right." The Garchomp sighed. "Anyway, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name's Tao. It used to be Greg, but like Kunwei said, it's kind of a boring name. Tao has this nice Chinese spice to it, I'd like to think. And Master Yahzu… he actually won me in a card game. Although to be fair, I kinda bet myself when the chips were down and… sorta-kinda wanted to lose near the end." He blushed. "But maybe I'll give all of the details later."
"And I think they've covered everything. You have any questions, Huojin?" The Drampa asked.
"Yes. So, uh… they have a social life and everything?"
"Of course."
"So… does that mean… that I'M going to have a social life?"
"Yeah… why would you not have one?" Yahzu said, rather confused.
"Because… well, I didn't expect to have one. I don't… I just wanted to be a mindless and permanent rubber gimp and have nothing other than the love of being under a Master. I didn't think I would have to have a social life. I didn't think I'd even have to take this rubber off."
Both Kunwei and Tao gave confused looks to Huojin. He didn't want a life outside of being a slave? He wanted nothing at all?
Yahzu sighed. "I hate to burst your bubble, but I won't be treating you as just an object. Maybe you wanted that, and while I'll still definitely be indulging in your rubber and bondage fetishes, you're going to have more to your life than just kink."
Huojin tried to protest, looking back at Yahzu but avoiding eye contact. "But I'm awkward around other Pokémon. I just want to be a gimp. I… I don't want…"
"Huojin. Look at me in the eyes." Yahzu commanded. His voice was strong and firm, yet not harsh. It was rather like a stern and concerned parent instead of a bondage Master.
Huojin couldn't bring himself to disobey, looking at Yahzu in the eyes as he commanded… as hard as that was.
"Listen to me." Yahzu said. "There is far more to life than just kink. Far, FAR more. While I certainly don't look it right now, I'm actually an elementary school art teacher. Pokémon admire me. They like me. To them, I'm not some old guy into bondage. They don't know about that. To them, I'm the friendly and kind art teacher Fang Yahzu. And while Kunwei is my personal butler and slave, he has his own girlfriend. His own free will as a living Pokémon. His own life as a waiter in one of Hau'oli City's best restaurants. Tao has his own girlfriend. His own free will. His own life as a card dealer at the city's casino. And I will be absolutely damned if I just let you squander and waste your life being nothing but a slave. There will be times when I unlock your suit. There will be times when you will leave your suit. There will be times where you will socialize with others. It will be gradual at first, but you will eventually build up your own life and friends. Understood?"
Huojin had… certainly not expected this. This is the complete opposite of what he expected. And to some degree, the opposite of what he wanted. While he expected orders from a Master, he never imagined that they would involve actually interacting with others and having his own… life. He wanted his life to belong to his Master. Not himself. But Yahzu wasn't going to have any of that.
"I… have to?"
Yahzu nodded.
The gimped-up Typhlosion thought about this. Maybe… maybe Yahzu was right to some degree. While he signed on for a lifetime of rubber bondage (and that's kind of what he had solely hoped for), maybe there were other things he could enjoy outside of that. He just had a hard time thinking of anything.
Huojin stuttered. "Y-Yes, Master Yahzu."
This got a genuine smile out of Yahzu, which made Huojin feel all tingly and warm inside. It was… such a nice feeling.
"We'll start on helping you socialize in a week from now. Just teaching you a few things in socializing and taking it slow." Yahzu assured. "But for your first week, I'll just let you get accustomed. But perhaps I've held off long enough now. Now… I think we should start your initiation."
Huojin's bulge started to throb at this. "I-Initiation? W-What does this mean?"
Not only did Yahzu have a confident smirk, but so did Kunwei and Tao.
"It means that this is where the fun starts." Tao said. "But I suppose Master should explain."
"Thank you, Tao." Yahzu said to him, before facing Huojin again. "Initiation is the process I go through with every slave. I take the new slave to my bondage dungeon. I have quite the collection of fun things down there. As a first trial, you'll get your choice of what you want to use for your first session with me. Kind of like a dormitory or fraternity initiation, but without any of that nasty hazing garbage. Come with me, Huojin."
The two started to walk away, but Kunwei and Tao could still be heard. "Oh Arceus, I still have nightmares of that horrible hazing ritual that my college's Dragon-type fraternity tried to pull on me." Said Tao's voice. "Whose genius idea was it to have Pokémon survive a night in freezing cold water for like, 8 hours?!"
"We've been through this, Tao. It was 60 degrees Fahrenheit on the night of August 30th, 1988. That is not freezing."
"Says the Hypno still not 'emotionally recovered' from just freaking sissy stuff! I'm not big on it either, but a full-on panic? Really?"
"Hey, I had an anxiety attack crop up from that and you know it, Tao! I hate cross-dressing! That tends to happen when your mother forces you to cross-dress because she wanted a girl instead!"
"Yes, yes. We get it. You had a screwed-up childhood. I've heard this five times already." Tao muttered.
Yahzu sighed before chuckling a bit as he led Huojin to the basement. "Those two are like brothers from another mother, Kunwei's horrible childhood aside. They're really great when you get to know them, though."
The stairway down to the basement was a bit dark, so Yahzu and Huojin took careful steps down. At the end of the stairway, Yahzu flipped a light switch on the wall to the left of him, lighting up the whole place.
And Huojin could barely contain his excitement.
Nearly everything a rubber slave could ever want was here! Many different rubber suits, from muscle to thick to puppy! Rubber straitjackets and stockings! A bunch of different gas masks and rubber hoods! Sensory deprivation helmets! VR and temporary brainwashing helmets! Tanks of arousal gas, rubber gas, and the Drampa's potent Dragon-type musk! Bondage machines from stretchers to captive spread-eagle tables! Thick rubber beds that a slave could be strapped into, with inflatable rubber duvets on them! Paddles and vibrators! Collars from pet to posture! Gags from the small to the large! A suspension booth where a slave could be put in all sorts of positions! Even an underground chamber where a slave (fitted with a gas mask) could be lowered into a pit of liquid latex and squishing rubber walls!
"Oh… sweet… Arceus." Huojin said, in complete awe of all of the gear. Not even the training facility he went to for his rubber gimp training had all of this stuff!
Yahzu smirked. "As I said, you get first choice this time around."
"I… I only get to do one of these?"
"For now. Don't worry though, I'll combine things later on for you. But for your first time, pick something you know you'll just love.~"
As if he was a little kid in a candy store with free reign, he went dashing off, looking at everything the Drampa had to offer. At first, he was beyond excited, seeing so many rubber and bondage options… until he realized he couldn't find some options that were his favorites.
Huojin walked back to Master Yahzu, with a perplexed expression on his face. "Umm, Master Yahzu?"
"Yes?"
"This is a great selection of gear and everything… but I can't seem to find any breathplay stuff. No air-control collars, no rebreather hoods, not even any hoods without nostril holes. Maybe you just put them somewhere else and we could just…"
"Listen closely, bitch." Yahzu snarled. The sudden use of the word caught Huojin's attention (and a bit of arousal).
"I… do not do ANY breathplay stuff. At all. You won't find a single thing in here that would even just increase the difficulty of breathing." He said sternly.
Huojin was definitely disappointed by this. "But… but why not? It would be a thrilling way to start things off, and with you being one of the kinkiest Masters I've ever seen, I thought…"
Yahzu interrupted Huojin again. "Just because you're comfortable with something doesn't mean that I automatically am the same. Even the kinkiest Masters have their own limits, and you ultimately have to respect mine. In my case, I won't permit anything that can cause serious harm to one of my slaves. For the same reason, I don't have shockers."
"But that doesn't make sense. You have paddles and all of those gases. Even brainwashing machines."
"Paddles only cause a pleasurable sort of pain near the buttocks and don't carry the severe risks that e-stim and breathplay do." Yahzu said. "As for the gases, those are special mixes that have healthy amounts of oxygen inside of them. Around 21% oxygen, the same amount in the Earth's breathable atmosphere. And as for the brainwashing devices, one can't be truly 'brainwashed' if they don't want it. My slaves always enter those devices willingly, so it can't 'brainwash' them into something that they already accept. Plus, any effects wear off 15 minutes after being disconnected from the device, so it wouldn't work even if you hooked up someone unwilling, though I certainly wouldn't. But honestly, it would be more accurate to call them 're-enforcement' devices."
"Oh… I see…" Huojin sighed. "I mean, all of the other stuff is great. I just… didn't really expect one of my favorite options to be taken away."
"Huojin, I have very good reasons for disallowing breathplay. Even if you like it, you ultimately need to come to the understanding that I simply will not allow it."
Huojin looked over all of the devices again. "Well… I suppose having all of my other favorites here will make up for it." He said, a smile now forming on his face.
Yahzu laughed. "I certainly hope it does. Now come on! Take your pick!"
Huojin went back to look through the gear and machines, having trouble deciding over the many, MANY options he had to pick from.
After what seemed like an eternity of searching, he finally picked what he wanted most.
One of the temporary brainwashing devices.
He brought it to Yahzu, eagerly presenting it. "I… like the idea of becoming a mindless rubber drone, even if just temporarily."
Yahzu took the helmet, looking over the options. "Yes… temporary brainwashing into a drone? Definitely workable. Come along with me." He said, grabbing a latex straitjacket before heading into a side room, the sight of the rubber straitjacket just arousing Huojin even more.
The side room the two came into was completely padded from ceiling to floor in thick, black, and potent latex.
"Whoa…" Huojin moaned, feeling his arousal shoot up as he took it in.
"Now, let's not get too naughty just yet." Yahzu laughed, securing the latex straitjacket on. It was a very tight fit, as expected for a straitjacket. The jacket tightly squeezed his pecs and torso (already within a rubber suit) with his arms pinned to his sides forcibly. There was no struggling out of this.
With a mischievous smirk, Yahzu used his foot to shove his slave down to the ground. It was a soft landing on the thick latex, and Yahzu took the time to adjust the brainwashing helmet.
"Now… let's see here… I'll keep you in here for an hour…"
This visibly disappointed Huojin, although Yahzu had let the sentence hang.
"…an hour in real time."
"In real time? What's that supposed to mean?" Huojin thought.
"You see, helmets like these, including the VR and brainwashing helmets, can manipulate how the wearer sees time. Time is, after all, an abstract concept. I could put you in here for an hour of real time, but the helmet can manipulate how you perceive time by slowing down or speeding up your brain functions. An hour in real life could be a day in this helmet. Or a week. Or a month. Or whatever I decide to set it to, really." Yahzu smirked. This got a very happy, though respectfully silent, reaction out of Huojin.
"But let's go with this." Yahzu said, now finalizing the settings. "A rubber droning simulation with advanced technology and… a male yet dominant Kommo-o. One hour of real time. One YEAR of perceived time."
"Oh sweet Arceus! Yes, Master! Thank you so much, Master!" Huojin couldn't handle the excitement anymore and started begging. "Please, please, please, please, please!"
"Such a polite slave." Yahzu chuckled, securing and locking the helmet on. "Very well, Huojin. Enjoy yourself for the hour, or should I say… for the year."
This was the last thing Huojin heard before the outside world completely blanked out.
"…Wake up, gimp. I'm waiting for you…"
Huojin opened his eyes, no longer in the room of padded latex. The helmet had taken him to an entirely new world, one where the powers of rubbermancy ruled.
Looking around, he saw that he was still in some sort of room, enclosed in a thick and heavy rubber drone suit. So thick and heavy in fact, that he couldn't even move from where he stood, no matter how much strength he put into it. Struggling like this in thick rubber yet being completely immobile… this was already arousing him.
"I see that you've finally woken up."
The voice was deep yet powerful. Looking in front of him, Huojin saw a tall, muscular, and masculine Kommo-o.
Huojin tried to speak. "H-How did…?"
"How did you get here? Good question. One I'm all too eager to answer." The Kommo-o smirked. "You see, I found you by the side of my house, trying to break in. Of course, since the house is entirely made of sentient rubber, it quickly bound you. It's not a smart idea to try to break into the house of one of the most powerful rubbermancers in the world.~"
Huojin blushed. Had he actually done that in this simulation?
"I could turn you in… which would net you 5 years of jail-time for breaking and entering. So, I'm giving you a consolation choice that's not optional. You will stay in that suit and become my mindless rubber drone… for a full year. Plus, you'd make a great toy to show off.~"
The Typhlosion felt his bulge throb. "A mindless rubber drone and toy?" he thought. "I… I could go for that."
"But first… you'll need a good 3 months of training before you truly lose your mind. Savor these last moments of your self-awareness, because you'll become nothing but my rubber drone and toy soon."
Kommo-o raised his hand, causing liquid rubber to rise from the ground near him. He made a circling motion before clenching his fist, telling the sentient rubber what to do.
And it obeyed.
The rubber started to surround Huojin's head, the only part of him still exposed. A perfect mold of his head began to form, outlining every highlight and shape of his head perfectly.
And finally, the mold was squeezed onto his head, fusing to his fur.
Now, there was nothing but blackness. Just a pitch black, deafening silence, and the heavy scent of rubber. Not even breathing air was coming in!
But just as quickly as it was molded, parts of the mold fell off. The nostril holes were made first from the falling off parts, allowing breathing. Holes for his ears were made, and then finally his eyes. He could hear and see the outside world again.
But even these small pieces of freedom didn't last long. Headphones were attached to the soon-to-be drone's ears, with blindfolding goggles fixing themselves onto his eyes. And for the final touch before 'training' began, the Kommo-o affixed a small mask over his nostrils, forcing him to breathe…
"Ooh… rubber scent…" he moaned in his head, since the mold didn't allow his mouth to move or speak.
The headphones started to play a sound. Although there was no words or commands yet, the soft squeaking of rubber playing through the speakers was already beginning to arouse him.
This continued on for a few minutes, with him inhaling the rubber scent and hearing the soft squeaks of rubber. But soon, the volume of the squeaks started to increase. Just barely at first, as it seemed to just be SLOOOWLY turned up. But over the span of just 10 more minutes, it went from the volume of a chirping cricket to close to the volume of a jet engine. Constant squeaks and rubs of rubber played through the headphones, extremely loud yet extremely clear. Huojin only moaned more at this, his bulge growing larger.
Suddenly…
"You are a drone. You will submit to the rubbermancer and become part of the rubber drone collective." Said a gruff and powerful, yet robotic voice. It almost sounded demonic.
Huojin was a bit startled by this. "Rubbermancer? Drone collective? That's the first time I've heard of…"
"You WILL become a rubber drone. You WILL become part of the collective." The gruff robotic voice interrupted again, the voice still harsh.
"I... I don't know..." the drone answered, his mind unclear.
"WRONG." the gruff voice said, snarling as he was very briefly shocked. "Try again."
"I… I will? Drone… collective…" he moaned as he felt his balls being squeezed tightly.
"Correct. Become part of the drone collective. Become a toy to be used for pleasure. Inhale the rubber gas that will erode your free will. Do not resist. Resistance is futile." It said again, now forcefully injecting more rubber scent into the drone's nostrils. The drone made a very loud moan at this.
"Erode my free will? I… I want to be a drone…? I… want to join the collective."
"You will submit. You will obey. You will obey the rubbermancer. You belong to the rubbermancer and the collective." it said again, now having the suit simulate groping at the drone's ass.
"Yes… Yes, I will… I will become a drone. I will become part of the collective."
"You will be assimilated into the drone control program. You will belong to the drone collective. You will join the many others that have become part of the drone collective. You want this. You need this." the suit now started a powerful vibrator at the drone's crotch.
"Yes… Yes, Master! Please! Assimilate me! Make me a drone! Make me part of the collective! I belong to you and the collective, Master!"
"Your Master is the rubbermancer. You will submit to him. Submit to him, and you submit to the rubber drone collective. You will join the drone control program forever."
"Yes! Yes, I accept! Yes, I'm a drone! Yes, I'm part of the collective! Yes, I join the drone control program! Yes, I submit to my Master!"
This continued on and on. The ball squeezing, the ass groping, the vibrations, the rubber scent... First for hours… then days… then weeks… and then 3 months. By the end, he had been completely converted to a drone. He was no longer Huojin. Just a drone. A mindless rubber drone and toy for his Master to use. His mind belonged to his Master and the drone collective now…
The Kommo-o's laugh was heard again, now taking off the headphones and blindfolding goggles.
The drone realized he was still in the thick and heavy rubber drone suit after all of this time. But now he could move. Had the suit lessened in weight?
"Drone." Kommo-o addressed the converted drone.
The drone stood to attention. "Yes, Master?"
"…We are going to have a fun 9 months with each other."
The drone moaned. "Ohh… of course, Master."
The Kommo-o led his new drone outside for the world to see, and Huojin would enjoy the simulation for another 9 months… in perceived time. Outside in the real world, Yahzu looked on at Huojin as he squirmed in happiness.
Yahzu smirked, carefully shutting the door behind him as he left. A quick snack, and he'd be right back. "45 minutes left. Enjoy them, drone.~"
Pokémon © Nintendo / Game Freak
YES. This grand debut of Fang Yahzu is DONE. This is a character that had been swimming around in my head ever since I saw a sketch of 7 anthro Alola Pokémon. Specifically, Drampa the 'foxy grandpa'. It gave me the chance to set a series in Alola without having to cram Xavier and Telokey in there, and to be quite honest, I'd like to have a different perspective in Alola.
I do quite hope this was enjoyable, because you'll see plenty more of Yahzu in the future.
Also, yes. I know this is 'another kink story', but anybody who is displeased can unwatch me. I still have plenty of non-fetish content coming out (heck, Watching for Comets for my other 'kink' series had no kink in it!), but this kind of content will still be a thing from me as well.