A Legendary Foot Slave
By KinkSaber
Pokedex Entry: Johto-247.
Common Name: Lugia
Description: It’s said that the guardian of the storm spends most of its time at the bottom of the sea because its powers were too strong. Its large and strong body is testament to its legendary status.
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Luck. Fate. Destiny. Whether it was a happenstance or a predicated inevitability, some people choose to believe in being in the right place at the right time, and some people choose to believe that you couldn’t escape the destiny that had been predetermined for you from the moment of birth, that the victory or defeat of every battle had already been foretold in the stars in the instance of the big bang singularity.
The eternal debate between free will and ordained prestation.
It was what Lugia pondered moments after he regained consciousness as his body was recalled from a strange looking purple pokeball that had been thrown at him. Unlike all the other pokeballs he had ever seen, this one looked corrupted, malicious, and much too powerful for human hands. He recognized an ‘M’ on the front of the ball, but the font looked off – instead of a cleanly printed letter, it looked droopy and gooey, as if the paint melted in the summer heat. In either case, the legendary Lugia wondered whether he could have avoided the ball thrown at him, or if it was something he couldn’t run from.
Another strange sensation pounded his head as his body materialized from the corrupted purple light, rather than the red or white beam that pokemons like himself were usually summoned from. It was that light that concerned him the most. He felt weakened, as if he suffered a case of paralysis and confusion all at the same time. Granted, those were not status effects that he fell victim to often. He was, afterall, Lugia – the ruler of the storm.
“Surprised that you were caught so easily, Lugia?” The human before him smirked as he juggled the strange pokeball with one hand; so carelessly thrown up and down, toyed with as if it wasn’t one of the most dangerous pieces of technology to exist in the world. “Can’t blame you. You might have heard of the Master Ball, but this – this is something else. Truly worth all the trouble I went through to get my hands on it. Heh.”
“Who are you?” Lugia mustered up what energy he could to ask. It took everything he had to merely fight against the gravity that pulled his heavy body to the floor. His strength was sealed, and his body ached all over. It was like his bones were paper and his muscles jello. “What do you want, human?”
“So many questions.” The human said, amused. “My name is Min, but you’ll call me Master from now on – as for what I want, you’ll find out soon enough.”
“Whoa..! You actually caught him!” Softened footsteps approached from behind the human, and Lugia saw an Umbreon split from the dark corridors. He looked around more, and found himself in a large concrete room, much like that of a warehouse. The immediate area around him was concave, dented into the ground, with the depth close to that of his body. The human must have caught him and took him there in that corrupted Master Ball. “Min! You’re amazing!”
“Of course I am, my darling!” Min smirked and struck a pose for the little thing. “I’ll do anything for you, Orion. Even if it meant catching the lord of the seas if it made you happy!”
“Touching, your friendship.” Lugia groaned, his knees weak. He steeled his demeanor. “Now, how about you undo whatever this is and let me go – before I rip you to shreds?”
“Sorry not sorry, Lugia – but this is for my beloved Orion – so I can’t let you go.” Min crossed his arms. “You’ll just have to get used to it. Well, you will. I’m sure you will.”
Before Lugia said another word, a second ball was thrown at him. This one, unlike a pokeball, was completely black and very shiny. In any other situation, Lugia would have hopped to the side and dodged it, or swung at it and knocked it away. In his weakened state, though, Lugia could do nothing but stand there as that insult of an attack flew right at him. When it hit, Lugia was surprised to see it did not bounce, but clung to his chest where it had hit. It was soft and gooey, and cold to his skin.
“What is this..? What was your intention, human?”
“Give it a second.” Min clapped his hands together. “I’m about to change your whole life around, Lugia!”
Lugia tilted his head downward to see what was happening, and to his amazement, the black, gooey ball began to bubble and vibrate as it came to life. The black, shiny substance crawled all over his body and engulfed him in its rubbery, latex material, which spread further and faster as the seconds ticked by. With his whole torso covered in mere moments, Lugia couldn’t react fast enough. His chest felt the tightness of the suit as he sucked in air, and felt the resistance of that suit push back at his blue belly and trapped him inside. Lugia panicked. He looked to the side, and half of his wing had been similarly overtaken, as was his thighs. The slates on his back were forced to fold inwards until his back was completely smooth and completely black. Lugia felt it crawl up his neck, which did not stop even when it seeped higher and higher; it climbed over his cheeks and over his lips, encircled his eyes and looped around the back of his head. The very last thing Lugia saw before the latex closed over his eyes was his five fingers, each one encased in the latex material too strong for him to bend or fight against. On the other end, his tail, too, was completely covered.
“He looks so cute, all covered up like that.” Orion rubbed his paws together. “My mouth is watering already, Min! I can’t wait to get started!”
“Patience, darling.” Min had to grab hold of the Umbreon before Orion bolted for the trapped Lugia. “It’ll only be one more minute before he’s ready.”
“Mphhh mmmm mphhhrrrr!!”
Lugia cried out. He felt disgusted at the odd goo that stretched over him, and doubly so at the wiggly tentacles that continued to invade his mouth. Despite his feelings, the latex suit did what it was programmed to, and barged in his maw as it pressed Lugia’s tongue down and forced an unobstructed breathing tube into Lugia’s throat before sealing his nostrils shut. Lugia’s breathing rapidly changed from that of a normal rhythm to a labored one – where he was forced to suck in air from the tube with only the muscles at the back of his throat; but not that it mattered, his chest was allowed only so much room for expansion, and each breath he drew was salvation to his oxygen starved body.
The bound pokemon squeezed his toes, and it was then that Lugia discovered his feet, unlike the rest of his body, weren't coated in the strange goo. Lugia flexed his foot, but only barely – the latex wrapped around his ankles prevented most of the range of motion of his feet, and he had no strength to fight against his bondage. His tail, too, had been squeezed inside the latex.
Just as Lugia thought this whole thing couldn’t be worse, he felt the latex suit tighten and shrink. Smaller and smaller, until the shiny material was like his own skin. His arm-wings were stretched and pulled until they were behind him, and his tail curled until the tip of it touched the back of his neck, where it fused with itself and pulled Lugia’s ass taut. Lugia rolled until he was on his stomach, and then he felt his skull pushed backwards and opened his mouth and esophagus. It was a welcomed change. The airflow became much less restricted. He could at least breathe again.
His legs were yanked out from under him, and his feet stretched and pushed together, until he was toe to toe, heel to heel. His feet were large, and they were silky and white, much like two large pillows placed together. The concave beneath Lugia now made sense – the ovular shape was practically made to keep him half way in the ground, and his feet rested against the edge of the concave as his head did. Even if he tried, there was no way he could roll out of his spot without external assistance.
“Is it time yet?” Orion wiggled his whole body against Min, who fought to hold on to his precious Umbreon partner. “Come on, come on, come on!”
“You’re going to hurt yourself – just one last thing, remember?” Min hugged the fighting Umbreon tighter as the last phase of Lugia’s bondage began.
The floor itself moved up - but only a ring. The outermost part of the concave oval revealed itself as a platform, with four pillars under it that supported the weight of Lugia as it raised from the floor. The ovular band that held Lugia on his stomach was roughly six inches wide, which kept virtually all of Lugia’s belly exposed while it held the legendary pokemon in the air, like a model airplane on display at the museum. He was only two feet off the ground, but it made him feel more helpless than ever.
Another moment later, and the latex suit began to vibrate between different frequencies. It cycled through a range until it found a resonance in Lugia’s brain, which associated it with pleasure. The vibration came in waves, which loosened up Lugia’s tense muscles, and coaxed his body into a state of euphoria; Lugia struggled mentally against this, but his mind was groggy from the weird purple power that stole his strength from him, and the legendary pokemon soon caved into the sweet lies and temptations of the suit. Lugia’s bulge made itself apparent between his legs, and the suit opened just enough to allow his shaft to poke through before sealing it around the base of his fuck meat. Nearby, the suit entered Lugia’s asshole as the legendary pokemon’s guard was dropped, and made it impossible for Lugia to force the valve shut. The vibration stopped as soon as the suit had accomplished its goal, and the latex cured and hardened, and the majority of Lugia’s bodysuit became stronger than reinforced concrete. Trapped. “Aagggghh gggh ugggghhh…!!” Lugia moaned. The only part of him that could still move was his twitchy cock and wiggly toes, and even then, only barely.
“There. Go for it, Orion.”
Orion hopped off Min’s folded arms and dashed towards Lugia’s exposed soles. The Umbreon couldn’t help but push his nose between the first set of toes – between the big and middle toes where he took a deep long whiff. They were moist and had an ecstatic aroma of the salty seas along with Lugia’s unique, sweaty feet. Orion moaned and shivered as the smell filled his lungs. “Oh, fuck, Min..!” The Umbreon slurred his words a bit as he was quickly lost to his olfactoric pleasure. “His toes are so musky, so gooooood.”
Lugia’s face burned at the comment, not that he was in a position to even protest about it anymore. He felt the Umbreon’s nose trail between each of his toes before a gush of air breezed through them, then another gush of warm, moist air blasted against those toes. The thought of a small Umbreon sniffing his toes for his own sick, perverse desires enraged the legendary pokemon, but even when he tried to roar, only a meek grunt came from his mouth tube.
The huffs from Lugia’s toes migrated to his exposed, vulnerable arches, where he then felt the Umbreon’s cheeks rub against them. “They’re so incredibly sofffftttt!!” He heard the Umbreon exclaim. The humiliation compounded when the sniffs were replaced by the feeling of a warm, slimy tongue that slurped loudly and deliriously against the bottom of his sole. Another moan followed, as did the sound of the Umbreon’s slips smacking together, as if he had just enjoyed a bite of gourmet dinner. The tongue returned, and this time it ran across Lugia’s helpless toes, which could do nothing but stay still for the Umbreon’s ravenous, greedy tongue to lick and lap.
“They taste so incredible. Thank you, Min!” Orion’s eyes rolled back a little in indulgence as he took another lap of Lugia’s soles. Each one of those soles was taller than he was, from head to toe, and wider than two of him. There was so much foot flesh for him to enjoy, to lick, and to do whatever his little Umbreon heart wanted – and right now, Orion wanted to get as much of those Lugia toes in his mouth as he could. He nibbled, bit, and sucked as much as he could fit his mouth on Lugia’s big toe, and the noises he let out of his throat was vulgar and lewd to the trapped Lugia’s ears. Just one big toe was enough for Orion to spend a whole day on – and there were both of Lugia’s feet that he could have all to himself, each toe completely powerless to stop the Umbreon and his foot fueled whims.
“Only the best for my Orion!” The human patted Lugia on the head. He knelt next to Lugia’s ear and placed his palm over the breathing tube, and the airflow was suddenly cut off. Lugia gasped for what little oxygen he could, but it was only when Min chose to move his head that air returned to his lungs. “That’s right. Only the best for my sweet Orion, you hear that? Keep your feet still, motionless, and sweaty. That’s how my Orion likes ‘em!”
Min’s finger drew a symbol on Lugia’s forehead, and the suit began to vibrate again. The more Orion licked, the more intense the vibrations became, as if the suit itself mirrored the same level of lust and hunger as the Umbreon. What’s more was the new sensation from Lugia’s ass that made him howl into the tube like a pathetic caged Growlith. With each stroke of his tongue, the latex in Lugia’s hole twisted and turned and probed against the legendary pokemon’s prostate, which filled him with intermittent pleasure. Lugia never knew that he had such a spot, nor how easily it was activated with such simple manipulations.
It didn’t take long for the pleasure to flood Lugia’s body. It was a sensation so familiar and foreign at the same time that the legendary pokemon didn’t know what to do with it. In his mind was a swirl of frustration, humiliation, rage, but also an intense wave of penetrative pleasure that couldn’t be denied no matter how hard he tried. It was as primal as Groudon, deep as Kyogre, and Lugia felt a buzz that brought him to the heights where Rayquaza dwelled in the sky.
Lugia’s cock ached. With each further lick on his soles the pleasure only built on each other. The irritation and annoyance of the Umbreon was soon gone, and in its place a secret, muted yearning for more. The split second that Lugia craved the continual licks on his soles was the moment that he knew he had lost – not only his freedom, but also his pride. To be handled in such a way, to be so disrespected and reduced – it was almost worse than death.
And yet that little Umbreon tongue continued to unleash all of its foot based desires on Lugia’s feet. From across the base of his toes the tongue lapped and the nose sniffed. No. Not sniffed. Inhaled. Inhaled with greed and want; with so much gusto that Lugia had never seen or heard of before. To be so desired and lusted after – there was a small pin point of ego there that flashed across Lugia’s rusty, slugged mind, and just as fast as it appeared it was buried again under the weight of his own arousal. Lugia’s cock engorged itself once more, and it grew stiff and hard as diamond.
“Such a good Lugia.” The human’s voice brought Lugia back to reality for a damned moment, and it reminded him of his predicament. Even with the latex over his head he could still hear everything perfectly, especially the cocky human’s taunts. “Such a well behaved Lugia, aren’t you? Look at you, settling in your new home in record time. Are all legendary pokemon as easy as you to tame, hmm? I might have to get my hands on a couple more – but first, let’s deal with you.”
Min sat by the Lugia, where the legendary pokemon’s cock was within arm’s reach. The human lazily reached over and began to stroke the sheath up and down, his palm flat against the hot meat and his fingers gripped firmly the veiny, throbbing head, which tapered off from its girth nearer at the tip. As soon as he began, Lugia cried. His blindness and arousal had made him much more sensitive than before, and it showed – especially so on his cock that was rarely, if ever, used.
The warmth of Min’s hand on his dick and the sliminess of Orion’s tongue on his soles echoed with each other, where every lick and slurp and every stroke brought him to new territories of pleasure. His ass was now being relentlessly pounded by the pseudo-sentient latex, and his prostate pulsated with radiant energy – radiant sexual energy, with such a force that it could barely be contained. Lugia felt as if all of his attacks had combined inside his body, which now pounded at the gates to be let out.
And yet, there was no sign of release in sight. Despite all the bodily, physical pleasures forced on him, the latex that ringed at the base of his cock was so tight that not a drop of precum would pass. The suit, too, seemed to manipulate Lugia's body as much as the enigmatic corruption that had rooted in his mind. He was furiously edged on all accounts, but it was only the edge that he was allowed to traverse; and not a single step more.
“I can feel you twitching.. Excellent.” Min whispered so that only Lugia heard his voice, and left Orion alone as the Umbreon lived out his fantasy. “You must be so needy right now – so horny. So eager to spill your seed.”
Lugia groaned in response. It was a frustrated groan. The frustration not being toyed with, and the bar of his climax. Lugia would cuss out the human if he was afforded the privilege of speech, but he had been robbed.
“Soon. Not yet.” Lugia felt Min smirk in the tone of his voice. His groans soon turned into an open-mouthed howl as the pleasure on his cock and in his ass grew stronger, more intense; Lugia was losing yet another battle that day – this time to his own body’s needs to follow biological responses to stimuli. Any resistance he had left soon crumbled as Lugia succumbed to his horniness. He cried out for help, for mercy. There was none.
Umbreon’s tongue lapped between his toes. Lugia sprayed them, wiggled them. He spread them as far apart as he could to let the tiny tormentor have his way; secretly Lugia hoped that it would earn him a reprieve. It did not. All that he had accomplished was to feed the Umbreon’s fetish to lick those submissive toes and weaken his own will, his own pride. The tongue darted between his toes aggressively, those tiny black Umbreon paws scratched at the pads as Orion steadied himself. Lugia cried. Lugia roared. Lugia laughed. All of it came out as the very same unintelligible sound through that breathing tube. He had been reduced to a noisemaker and no more.
And yet, that wasn’t enough. Not for Min, nor for Orion who feasted on those creamy white soles.
Hours passed. It was impossible to separate Orion from Lugia’s feet for more than a few seconds at a time, and Min continually increased the torment on Lugia’s cock with new strokes. At some point in the last thirty or so minutes he had switched from stimulating Lugia’s cock to full on polishing the tip with both his palms. Lugia’s body shook and shivered; the pleasure that built up for hours had nowhere to go but his head. He was trapped. He wanted escape. He wanted release. He wanted to cum. He hated it. He loved it.
The laps at his soles were maddening, just as much as the hungry, busy tongue slurped between his toes and over his toe pads. Large as they were to the Umbreon, there was no doubt in what little remained of Lugia’s sanity that his soles had been thoroughly molested, that every inch had been licked three times over. There is not a single spot on those feet that hadn’t had a personal greeting with the Umbreon’s tongue, and he had grown to recognize the size, the shape, and the enthusiasm in which his feet were licked.
It was then that a sudden turn of events jerked Lugia right back to consciousness. That same tongue that had tormented him for hours, tasted his soles for hours, disappeared from his feet – and he only recognized this because he felt the very same tongue on his cock. The tip of his cock, greedily licking his slit just as his soles were licked. Lugia cried out again, the first time in the last half hour, and he felt the ring around the base of his shaft relent. Lugia gasped.
The pounding in his ass became more and more aggressive. The hands at his cock moved and left only the Umbreon’s maw there; instead those hands moved to his soles as they scratched up and down the big creamy feet. The biggest, softest feet that Min had ever seen in his life. The biggest, softest, most dominable soles. The most twitchy toes. The most vulnerable, imprisoned soles. His fingers danced along the length of it, between each of those toes, and wreaked havoc on them. Lugia was too exhausted to fight back. Cry after cry came from his breathing tube. It was music to Min’s ears.
The suit began to vibrate again. His whole body was overwhelmed by both pleasure and pain, by tickles and humiliation, by the absolute defeat of his pride and ego. By lust.
He needed to cum. He needed to release. There was no turning back. Lugia knew that once he ejaculated, he would be fully broken in, like a well trained house pet; or maybe worse. He knew that the moment this seed left his body, it would be his full submission to the damnable human and his pet Umbreon. It would mean his life, his power is forfeit.
And yet, he needed it. There was nothing else he craved as much as to spill his seed and become completely, wholly defiled. Lugia screamed. He felt it coming. He could not stop it. He could not do anything. He had been reduced to nothing. The human owned him. The Umbreon was his Master, too. He could only submit. No. He must submit. And so he did.
All of his energy focused in his stomach, and as Lugia reached his climax and spilled his seed, Orion was there to catch all of it in his mouth. Every last drop. His soles tingled horrible; Min’s fingers scratched against them. Each drop that left his cock and entered Orion’s mouth seemingly made his body more sensitive to touch, more sensitive to the evil fingers that worked his soles over. Lugia caved in and submitted. Lugia let himself go, let his seeds go. Muscles contracted in his groin, and pushed out every molecule of his milk; and with it, the power that dwelled in his stomach flowed out his cock, too, into Orion’s waiting mouth.
It took the Umbreon no time to gulp it all down. Lugia felt weakened, even more so than when he first left that corrupted Master Ball. Not by much – numerically, perhaps a level or two at the most.
But that purple glow returned, and remained in his mind. He felt its corruption like polluted sea water; deep, heavy, and sloggy. It kept his powers in check, kept them at bay. It was a lock and he did not have the key. Lugia sobbed silently in his faceless latex mask. He finally realized what he had been captured for.
“Tasty!” Orion licked his lips. “Wow, I feel great! Truly, the milk of a legendary pokemon is something else!”
“There’s plenty more where that came from, right?” Min circled around until he stood by Lugia’s head. He saw the trembles on Lugia’s face, and knew that his captive was crying. “Save your tears, Lugia – you’re going to make my Orion big and strong. We’re just going to have to take your power another 60-something times. I’m sure you’ll learn to love getting your feet licked and tickled in the next couple days. Or weeks. Or maybe forever.”
“After all, Orion loves your soles, and whatever Orion wants, Orion gets!”
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Pokedex Entry: Johto-247.
Common Name: Foot Slave
Description: It’s said that the ex-guardian of the storm spends most of its time with its soles on display, licked and tickled to the content of its masters. It loves to have its toes toyed with, and respond well to the name ‘foot slave’. The milk it provides for its masters is a testament to how much it loves to be enslaved.
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