The Tales of Fang Yahzu
Episode 4: Rumour Has It
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BE-
A hand stuck itself out from the nice warm bed, the head still tucked underneath as the hand searched for the off switch. After feeling around for what felt like an eternity, he pressed it and that infernal noise stopped.
But that also meant that it was time to get up.
The anthropomorphic Drampa, Fang Yahzu, yawned as he managed to drag himself out of bed and to the bathroom for a shower, having slept in only his underwear. If he didn't love his job so much, he'd probably just sleep in. But being an elementary-school art teacher, he was pretty much required to be up and get to his job early.
Part of him wished it just wasn't '6:00am' early.
On the other hand, the thought of seeing the schoolchildren happy to see him for his first 8:30am class made it all worth it as he dressed himself for work after taking his shower. No kinky clothes underneath the usual Hanfu this time, the day he picked up Huojin was more of an exception than the rule. It would be long khakis and a short-sleeved red shirt today.
After the shower, his mind started to really wake up, groaning as he recalled something.
"That was a weird dream last night." Were his first words of the day. "Kinky certainly… just glad I'm not stuck at some crazed Giratina's eternal slave."
Time to brush that off, though. Breakfast was next before he left. Master Fang Yahzu tended to wake up before his own slaves, given that his job required him to be up so early. He started to go ahead and cook breakfast, leaving plenty of extra food for Kunwei, Tao, and Huojin. He'd cover their portions on their plates in plastic shrink wrap, keeping him clean, non-stale, and only requiring a quick heating in the microwave when they woke. And before leaving, he'd stick a note onto the kitchen door telling them that they had food ready for him so Kunwei didn't need to cook for the rest of the slaves this morning.
Finally, he had his preparations. Papers, grades, lessons for the day, utensils, everything an art teacher would need. With a soft smile, he left the house, eager to start his job once more.
En route to the school, the elderly Drampa also chuckled to himself as he remembered the events of a few nights ago. He was a regular to the Rubber Gentlemen's Club, pretty much always visiting twice a week. He had been pleasantly surprised and eager that one of the newly introduced subs was THE Legendary Tapu Koko. Of course, he was sworn to never reveal the identity of a sub to anybody, and he never dared to do so. He can't say that it wasn't fun, though… he had a LOT of fun.
But he was quickly approaching the school, deciding it to be best to put those amusing thoughts away as he parked in one of the spaces reserved for teachers. Grabbing the things he'd need for the day out of his car, they were all in a neat yet large suitcase as he walked inside.
He smiled as he greeted some of the other teachers already there, a large number of them with warm smiles on their faces. It never failed to lighten up Fang either. But with that said… he HAD heard something being said between two gossiping teachers that caught his ear.
"…So yeah, I've been hanging around the rumor mill. Apparently, word's gotten out that one of the staff is into the… nasty."
Fang froze for a moment, stopping just before the room that had the two gossipers. A Lilligant and a Whimsicott. Those two ladies were pretty well-known for being the gossips around the staff, but they weren't always wrong with the info they 'heard from a friend' or such. He attempted to look occupied to those outside the room, straightening his clothes when he was really trying to listen in.
"Who do you think it is? Someone like that could be dangerous around the kids." The Whimsicott replied to the Lilligant.
"Have no clue. I just heard it from Mr. Pitch. He suspects Mr. Yahzu…"
Fang gulped quietly for a moment…
"…But I seriously doubt it." The Lilligant shrugged. "Seriously? Him of all people?"
"Yeah… that Mothim has it out for Mr. Yahzu for whatever reason, but he wouldn't harm a fly." The Whimsicott dismissed. "But Mr. Gonzales, though? I could TOTALLY see it being him."
"I agree…" the Lilligant pondered. "It always seems to be the gym teachers, doesn't it?"
Fang wasn't going to listen to any more of this. He had heard enough as he made his way to his homeroom. But the banter between the two made him think. They weren't very… specific when they referred to 'being into the nasty'. On the other hand, Mr. Pitch seemed to already have suspicions… yet again though, that Mothim has had it out for him for the longest time…
…Maybe he should ask Mr. Pitch himself?
Fang shook his head at that idea. That would just make him look more suspicious. He thought back to William and Tadeo from two weekends ago, and had hoped that nobody was going to try to blackmail him like William was.
The Drampa took a look at the clock. 8:25am. The students would be coming in soon, and he was more than happy to shove these thoughts aside as he prepared his lesson for the day.
"…Now students, I'd like to see how you did with your homework assignment that I gave last Thursday. That is due today, after all." Fang said.
Most of the students were getting out their assignments, as their simple task last week was to use the stencils (and ONLY the stencils) he handed out to create an original artwork. Some of the others (namely, the slackers that every class had) seemed to 'forget' that it was due today.
One of them, a Slakoth, spoke up. "Umm… Mr. Yeezhu?"
Fang chuckled at the adorable mispronunciation. "Yes, Kevin?"
"Umm… I forgot that it was due today. And I kinda… forgot about it…"
Fang nodded. "You can turn it in tomorrow, but your grade of the assignment will be reduced by 10 points as a late grade."
"Umm… yes, Mr. Zazu…"
Fang playfully laughed as he checked the other students. Most of them were on-time with their assignments. And while most of the students had rather crude stenciling, Fang certainly wasn't going to count off for effort. Even these efforts gave him satisfaction to see, and a genuine 'great job' to doing their assignment. But there were always at least an art genius or two in every class he had, and their efforts impressed even himself.
One was a young Ralts, the one who had her father pass away a month ago. In her time of grief, Fang had taken the time out of his own life to draw a beautiful portrait of her father Gallade defending the angels (with permission from the mother of course, as a surprise to the young girl).
"Hello, Tatiana. What did you draw for your assignment?" Fang greeted her with a genuine smile.
She smiled brightly, taking out her assignment to show her teacher. It was an interesting art-piece, using the stencils to create a detailed 'curve' from the top-right of the paper to the bottom-left. Drawn in flowers with the stencils also grew on the 'curve' walkway. The 'walkway' itself was colored green as if it was grass, the flowers were yellow with brown centers like sunflowers, and the background was blue, as if it was the backdrop to a clear day.
"That's very good, Tatiana!" he congratulated her. It certainly wasn't on the level of Leonardo da Vinci, but it was a very impressive start for a young girl. Fang entertained the idea of her being a famous artist in her future… before he set that aside as well.
"OK, I'll pick up the art for grading at the end of class. For now, let's start today's lesson…"
Just a half-hour earlier that day…
Kunwei the Hypno yawned as the clock struck eight, the blaring of the alarm clock almost making him wanting to smash the thing… but he knew better than that. He turned off the alarm clock, throwing the bedsheets off of himself. He had gone to bed in just his underwear, which normally wouldn't have been much to write home about… except said underwear was rubber.
In fact, ALL of his underwear was rubber. Being the musk-loving Hypno that he was, he had told his Master one night long ago about his fantasy of having his underwear destroyed and forced to wear only musk-absorbent rubber underwear for the rest of his life… only to wake up the next morning, find all of his underwear gone, and 10 pairs of tight rubber underwear in his clothing drawer instead. With one pair of regular underwear left to wear only for emergencies and under Fang's lock and key.
Kunwei shuddered in eagerness as he remembered the memory. But he knew that he had to stop himself from fantasizing and get ready for the day, going to put on his 'waiter' clothes for the restaurant he worked at. Tao was mostly certainly still asleep, but Huojin might be up. Or asleep. But decked in full rubber either way.
It was a fascinating thought, no doubt. One that even piqued Kunwei's imagination. The thought of that Typhlosion just… deleting his whole memory. Forgetting his past life entirely. Becoming an object… almost literally. Kunwei may have left his past behind him, but he still remembered it. He still knew about his life before meeting Yahzu. Almost regrettably, as those weren't the happiest years of being poor and destitute. But forgetting your past entirely? Such a thing seemed impossible to believe. Those memories couldn't be gone forever. Maybe they were still buried deeply somewhere with Huojin's mind…
The Hypno shook his head. His mind was wondering off-track again. He had to focus. The restaurant, Melemele Gardens and Café, was a high-end restaurant that demanded the best from its' employees, and Kunwei wasn't going to slouch on the job. His submission and general desire to serve made him a perfect fit for the restaurant, as well as his incredible patience with even the toughest customers.
Even if he still wanted to drop-kick that one customer for accusing him of being a 'pedophiliac bitch'. Just because ONE Hypno was famous in the media for hypnotizing some kid in Kanto… and a damn joke song was written about the incident…
Regardless, he was prepared for the day and ready to cook up breakfast for the rest of the slaves. Master Yahzu was gone, so he assumed Master had gotten some food for himself already… only to see three plates on the table covered in plastic shrink wrap with hearty servings for each. Seeing the note on the kitchen door, the Hypno smiled at his Master's thoughtfulness. Master certainly didn't have to do this… technically speaking, cooking was officially HIS job… but it was nice to remember that Master was always so thoughtful of his slaves. He took one of the plates, uncovered the shrink wrap, and started to heat it up in the microwave.
Tao the Garchomp was second to get up, preparing for his day similar to how Kunwei prepared for his. Up to even having only rubber underwear minus one emergency pair of regular ones. Despite the differences he and Kunwei had, they did share a similar submission and passion for servitude. After basically living together under Master Yahzu for so long, Tao had considered Kunwei to be like the kinkiest brother he never knew he had. Sure, the two had their disagreements from time to time, but ultimately, they had each other's back… as well as Master's.
Heading towards the kitchen, he saw Kunwei already eating his breakfast.
"Oh, did you put out portions out for us, Kunwei?" Tao asked.
Kunwei stopped eating for a moment to answer the question. "Actually, I woke up to find these already made. Master made up these portions before he left for his job."
Tao smiled. "That's Master for you."
Kunwei nodded. "Indeed it is. Hey, do you know if Huojin is up? I thought he'd be up by now, given the whole 'extreme submission' thing he still has going."
Tao shook his head. "Dunno if he's up… but… do you think he's so submissive that he wouldn't even wake up unless ordered to?"
Kunwei thought about it. "There's submission, and then there's not even having any ability to think for yourself. Master Yahzu usually wakes him up before he leaves, but maybe he forgot to do so today."
Tao's eyes narrowed. "...I should probably go check. I'll catch you later, Kunwei."
Kunwei nodded. "Same to you, Tao." he said, finishing up his plate and cleaning it up before finally heading out the door to his job. Given that Kunwei was a Psychic-type, it was very convenient to just be able to teleport to his job. Saved SO much money on car expenses...
Tao arrived at Huojin's room, and a bit as Tao might have expected, Huojin was still in bed. But… curiously not asleep. The Garchomp walked over to the rubbered-up Typhlosion.
"Huojin? You going to get up?" Tao asked.
Immediately, Huojin sat up and at attention. "As you order, Sir."
"That… wasn't an order. It was a question." Tao spoke, looking around the Typhlosion. Huojin was almost always wearing a thick rubber gimp suit, even when he went to bed. The Typhlosion had expected his Master to have him sleep in a rubber cocoon or even just sleep on a rubber mattress, but he got a regular room just like the other slaves.
"Where is Master so I may serve him?" Huojin asked.
"At his job. He has a job. Kunwei and I have jobs."
Huojin thought for a bit before starting to walk out the door. "Then I shall help him at his job."
Tao grabbed Huojin, stopping his departure. "I know you want to serve Master Yahzu and help him. We do too. But… Master made this clear to you. He does his job alone. Without us. His job involves working with children, buddy."
"Can I not just help him?"
"Not in full rubber, you aren't."
"But I still don't understand what's wrong with that? We aren't doing anything sexual or even bondage, right?"
Tao sighed. Master Yahzu had explained this to Huojin a few times, but it never completely sunk in. Not out of stupidity, but the naivety that Huojin had of the world outside of being a Rubber Gimp.
Tao looked at the time. 8:45am. He should be driving to work by now… but he did have a few sick days to take…
"All right, Huojin. There's still a lot you have to learn. And if you want to help Master Yahzu in the real world, I'm going to have to give you a crash course in reality. Let's get started."
After Fang's first class was over at 9:50am, he had tidied up the general area, prepared the desks and tables for his next class, and straightened up his own desk.
"10:10." Fang noted. Still 20 minutes before the next class came in. He didn't really have much to do. He finished his book on the History of Chinese Art and didn't bring anything else to read.
He had a phone that he knew how to use, but beyond using it for what he needed, there wasn't much to actually DO with it outside of those specific tasks. There WERE those electronic devices that Kunwei and Tao seemed to occasionally play on. What were those things? A 3DS? A Switch? Switch seemed like an odd name for one of those things, but maybe that's because he was familiar with the bondage connotations of that word…
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door to his classroom. "Come in." Fang welcomed.
But the Drampa's smile turned into a defeated sigh when he saw a certain Mothim walk in. "Hello there, Mr. Pitch." he answered, trying not to sound too impolite… only slightly so.
"Yahzu." the Mothim said in more blatant disdain.
"So, what's your point in coming here? Giving me grief for whatever asinine reason you have?" Fang grumbled.
"I'm sure you've heard the rumors."
"That YOU spread around?"
"You of all people should know what I'm talking about. It's dangerous, you know. I just want to keep the children safe, that's all." Mr. Pitch said casually yet cruelly.
Fang grit his teeth. Man, this guy got on his nerves. "And what, pray tell, is your proof that I am into the 'nasty', so to speak?" he answered back, holding back the building bile in his throat.
"Oh, I have the info. Just need to warn the school's headmaster is all."
Fang actually chuckled at this. "You think that he'll actually investigate such unwarranted claims and waste his time against a teacher with at least 3 'Teacher of the Year' awards? And even if I was into the 'nasty', I don't think it's really your business if it's in my personal life. I could be a total freak for all you know as 'fact', and nothing about this scenario would change."
The Mothim's wings flared up in intense flapping at the Drampa's ending taunt.
"Oh, I KNOW it's you, you big sick freak! I KNOW I saw one of those weird suits underneath your dress!"
"It's called a Hanfu." Fang corrected.
Mr. Pitch flared up in intense anger, suddenly lunging towards Fang and ripping off his Hanfu!
The moment was too fast for Fang to register, but before he knew it, he was standing there in his torn Hanfu… thankfully clothed normally underneath.
Fang growled at Mr. Pitch. "I'll be reporting this to the headmaster myself, and you'll be paying for a new one."
Mr. Pitch's eyes widened… clearly having expected something else to be underneath the Hanfu. He flew out the door while the Drampa sighed.
"Note to self, don't wear rubber suits underneath my Hanfu anymore. Could be randomly torn off by a very angry Mothim…"
Back at Fang's house…
Tao had indeed called up his workplace to inform them that he would be taking a sick day off. With a promise that he would be back, they seemed satisfied enough as Tao hung up. He tucked his cell phone back into his pocket, the Garchomp looking back at the rubbered-up Typhlosion.
"All right, I think we can start by taking off your rubber and getting you in those normal clothes Master bought for you."
Huojin seemed startled. "B-But…"
Tao just looked at the Typhlosion with a stern glare. "It would make Master Yahzu happy, you know."
"...If it would make Master happy, then I will change out." Huojin confirmed, heading back to his room as Tao stood just outside… hoping that if Huojin could do this simple task, then perhaps he really could learn to adapt back to the real world.
To Tao's surprise, Huojin was in-and-out in less than a minute, wearing normal clothing for once with not a single trace of rubber. It took Tao longer than that to change even on the days he was rushing.
"That was… fast." the Garchomp commented.
"Well, I have to please Master, right? I'm starting to understand that."
Tao smiled. "I think the general idea is starting to sink in. Pleasing Master and fulfilling Master's commands are more important than even your own pleasure. Even I have to admit, it took awhile for that to sink in for me. Getting so damn needy in chastity on some days, I'd get so obsessed with my own arousal and denial that Master would have to scold me and get my mind back on track. But I'm thankful to him to getting me back on the right track. I… used to be kind of an asshole before I met him too, ha ha."
"Wow. I have a hard time imagining that. You always seem so nice."
"Master can be very uhh… persuasive in his education." Tao laughed, remembering those long weeks of denial until he started to become much more respectful of his Master.
"I don't remember anything about myself prior to being trained as a slave. But… that was on purpose. I know that much."
The two sat down at a table, merely talking now.
Tao crossed his arms. "It's still so weird. Yeah, I've heard of slave training and all. But I've never heard of anybody going to the extent of forgetting their own name and their entire past."
Huojin shrugged. "Whatever it was, I probably had a good reason for forgetting my past on purpose. Maybe it was painful or traumatic…"
Tao shook his head. "Let's not dwell on that. Point is, you seem to have the right mindset now. It's just a matter of educating you in the ways of society."
Huojin thought for a moment. "Uhh… you mean like how rubber isn't really a thing you can just wear to Master Yahzu's job?"
Tao laughed. "I hate to break it to you, bud. But it's generally not something you wear in general society and day-to-day life."
"That's disappointing…"
"Tell me about it, right? But alright, I'll let you in on a bit more..."
The day was over. Finally. Fang sighed as he walked back to his car. That damn Mothim trying to tear off his clothes and expose him as a 'freak' got on his nerves, moreso than usual since even he didn't usually go to such lengths. Mr. Pitch was never fond of Mr. Yahzu, but that fire burning in his eyes when he ripped off the Hanfu…
It just seemed different now. Like that the Mothim might have had suspicions before, but Mr. Pitch saw or heard of some sort of definitive 'proof' to confirm those suspicions. It all made him think of that encounter with William a good while back…
"Greencorp… Did Mr. Pitch somehow get info from them?"
The Drampa shook his head, trying to put it out of mind for right now. Unlocking the car door, he stepped inside, put in the keys, turned on the radio to his favorite classic station, and attempt to keep the worries out of his mind.
...But he hadn't seen a mysterious Pokemon watching in the bushes just outside of the teacher's parking lot, disguised with an invisible camouflage ability…
"This is Hugh." the Pokemon said into some sort of communicator device. "I can confirm. He seems like a good target. And I assure you that you will be satisfied with your decision, Mr. Pitch…"
Much to the concern and worry of Kunwei, Tao, and Huojin, their Master would not return home that night.
I surprise even myself.
I honestly had a fantastic idea on how to lead this story and conclude it while leaving a teaser for the next story. Relax, I assure you that Fang will be fine in the end of it all.
This also teases a new Pokemon coming into the mix. Who is Hugh? Who's he working for? A target? Is Mr. Pitch involved in some ulterior motive according to Hugh? What species is Hugh? Will I stop asking these questions that I know the answer to?
Probably not.
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