Part 1: Toe The Line
Viktor moved the brush along Pangoro’s sole causing the creature to pull hard on its straps.
“I can already tell this is a sweet spot!” He moved the delicate tool around the paw in a calculated pattern that he’d practiced many times before. Today’s subject was the mighty panda Pokémon: Pangoro. Well… ‘mighty’ may be an overstatement for this specimen who found itself strapped by the wrists and ankles to a padded table in the middle of a small room lit by a single frosted-glass window. Just your average Monday at the Pokémon Research Institute.
At the end of the table, on a comically small stool, sat a portly polar bear in his late thirties. He wore a navy shirt under an open lab-coat and jeans with running shoes the color of cement.
“How about your little piggies, big guy? Are they ticklish?” He plunged the brush right under the creature’s toes.
“MFHFHF!” Pangoro cackled into its muzzle. Everything in the poor panda’s body begged him to curl his toes, but the pieces of string that held them taut wouldn’t give, making the wide foot a blank canvas for Viktor to paint on.
Suddenly, the door to the testing room opened, stealing Viktor’s attention away from his victim. In walked an aquatic dragon who looked a fair bit younger than the polar bear and a fair bit dandier, or at least trying to. He had smooth scales, the color of deep sea and emerald fins on his arms. Another fin crested his head amid a pair of dark horns and descended throughout the boy’s back, ending at the tip of his long tail. He wore the same lab-coat as Viktor but his was buttoned up neatly and instead of jeans and kicks, he wore tan trousers and brown loafers. He carried a clipboard with him.
“Hey, Tagus,” Viktor greeted his colleague and the dragon smiled back at him with amber eyes.
“Morning, Viktor. Started already?”
“Yeah, figured I’d welcome our new arrival with a small warm-up,” He glanced at the bound Pokémon who met his gaze with its best version of puppy dog eyes. Viktor grinned. “Got the papers?”
Tagus displayed the clipboard proudly. On it was a paper sheet with a detailed outline of Pangoro’s paws dotted with empty labels. The title of the document read ‘Pedal Sensitivity Map - Pangoro’.
“Good! We can get started proper, now. Let’s do his heel first and work up from there.” Viktor laid down his brush near an assortment of devices. As testers of the Institute, he and Tagus had access to everything from simple feathers to purpose-built tools in order to do their job. Said job frequently involved tickling the living daylights out of some poor Pokémon. After some consideration, he chose a small, three-pronged scratcher made of metal and applied it to the heel of the panda’s right foot. Pangoro’s expression contorted into a forced grin but no laughter was heard.
“His heels aren’t too ticklish,” Tagus sat by the Pokémon’s side and carefully observed the creature’s reactions.
“Yeah, that’s pretty normal for most plantigrades,” Viktor explained. “Doubly so for Pokémon since they all walk barefoot.”
“I’m sure a few sensitization sessions will fix that,” Tagus gleefully said while patting Pangoro’s head. “Get ready, big guy. Gonna be lots of tickles on those big paws of yours from now on.”
Viktor chuckled at the dragon’s words. Tagus was already comfortable enough to openly tease the subjects. It had only been a few weeks since the boy joined the Institute and he’d already proven himself valuable. Professionally, Viktor recognized the boy as a capable worker who diligently carried out his duties under the bear’s wing.
Personally, well… things were complicated. He couldn’t deny the aquatic dragon had a certain effect on him. After years of working solo, he’d grown accustomed to the loneliness and Tagus’ arrival shook things up for him. The room seemed to brighten whenever the dragon was around and, worst of all, he found that he missed him when it was time to go home. Never in his life had the bear missed a work colleague. In fact, he used to enjoy his alone time. Nevertheless, he was clueless as to how to deal with such feelings and so chose to think that they would pass, eventually. He focused on the Pokémon’s twitching foot.
“That’s enough for the heel, mark it as a four.”
“Got it. Four…” Tagus wrote the number in the appropriate spot. “Arch next?”
“Yup!” Viktor swapped tools once more, choosing an electric toothbrush. “I tried a makeup brush earlier and that worked fine so I’m guessing this should be even more intense.” He switched it on and regarded the Pokémon. “You ready, panda-boy?” The creature whimpered.
“Yeah, he’s ready,” The dragon’s excitement was palpable. His tail wagged like a puppy’s and a tent was starting to form over his crotch.
The motorized bristles titillated across the Pangoro’s arch and that finally got a good laugh out of it. For a few minutes, Viktor followed the subtle curve of the panda’s sole before turning the solo performance into a duet by adding another similar brush to the stage of Pangoro’s arch. The poor panda panicked as was made evident by its increasing struggles and muffled laughter. This delighted the duo of torturers.
“Aww, he’s way more sensitive there,” Tagus kept petting the creature.
“Arches rarely touch the ground so they don’t build up much resistance,” Viktor informed. “Even though bear soles are usually pretty flat.” Upon hearing this, Tagus stopped petting the Pokémon and pondered for a second before speaking.
“Are yours like that too?”
The polar bear’s heart skipped a beat. Did he just ask me about my feet? His brain went into overdrive trying to conjure up a reply. Maybe he’s asking out of professional curiosity? He glanced at the boy who avoided his gaze, cheeks red as a tomato. Yeah, no. He’s curious but not the professional kind. Does he want to see them? I guess that’s fine but… should I indulge him? Before he could say anything, Tagus spoke again.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“I–It’s alright. Don’t worry about it, really,” An awkward pause followed, cut only by Pangoro’s tortured laughter.
“…Mine are pretty in-line with most bears’,” Viktor described, much to the dragon’s surprise. “Except they’re a bit larger than most.”
“Oh, uh… Okay. Thanks for telling me, I guess.” Tagus said, bashfully.
“Yeah.. Uh, anyway, his arch is an eight, let’s move on to the toes.”
“Right,” Tagus jotted down the number nine inside the diagram’s representation of the Pangoro’s right arch.
While Viktor selected the next tool to tickle the captive panda’s foot with, Tagus adjusted his own tool which pressed achingly against the front of his pants. He glanced at the older polar gray sneakers, wondering what his paws really looked like and, most importantly, if he’d ever get a chance to get ‘hands on’ with them.
On Tuesday, the duo’s assignment was a little different than usual. Sure, it involved tickling the crap out of some poor creature but not as a test, like usual, because the creature in question was to be tickled for punishment. Said creature was a Pokémon of the Incineroar variety: a muscular feline covered in a red coat broken up by black stripes on all limbs.
The big cat floated facing the floor, suspended by a series of belts connected to the harness around its torso, its hands enclosed inside a pair of mitts behind its back and legs forced apart by a spreader bar. Two more belts linked the cuffs on its ankles to separate anchor points, ensuring its footpaws stayed frozen in mid-air regardless of how much thrashing would inevitably happen in the upcoming session.
“We got ourselves a bad boy, today,” Viktor announced. “And what do we do to naughty boys who hurt the staff, Tagus?”
“We punish them!” The dragon cheered.
“How do we punish them?”
“We tickle the shit out of them!” He swiped a finger up one of the cat’s soles earning him a surprised jerk from the creature. “Especially their little pawsies~”
There was nothing ‘little’ about this Incinerorar’s paws. They looked more like a lion’s than a domestic cat’s, big and strong but with delicate soles and paw-pads.
“Get ready, kitty. You’re not leaving until you’re sorry!” Tagus used his claws to tickle the feline paws without any buildup.
“MMMMFHFHF!” Incineroar tried to move his feet fruitlessly, its toes curled down in a futile attempt to shield the soles. In response, Tagus pried back the digits and dug his fingers under them.
Tears formed in the corners of the cat’s eyes when another sensation surprised it. Viktor ran a soft-bristled brush under the cat’s dangling scrotum. Incineroar thrashed but the polar bear didn’t let up.
“Where does it tickle more, boy? Feet or balls?”
“MFHFHFHFHFH!”
“You don’t know? That’s fine, we’ll help ya find out. Tagus, time for oil.” He picked up a bottle and tossed it to the dragon.
After he oiled the feline’s paws, Tagus scrubbed them with a rough horse brush which slid around the soles easily thanks to the viscous substance. Incineroar was bawling, now. He couldn’t cope with the torture on his tender paws.
While his feet suffered, his cock felt pleasure. Viktor pumped the feline’s shaft with a lubed hand, occasionally teasing the brush around its head. He was intent on riling up the Pokémon as much as possible. Like all creatures that were treated to the Institute’s wide range of sensitizing treatments, Incineroar got immensely turned on by tickling despite how much it tortured him. Of course this only made him easier to control and, if need be, to discipline.
“You think he’s sorry yet?” Viktor asked.
“Hmm… Dunno. Are you sorry, kitty?”
There was no response aside from muffled cackles.
“Know what, Viktor? I don’t think he’s sorry at all.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I think we’re not punishing him hard enough.”
Incineroar shouted frantically through its muzzle. “See? He’s too feisty, we need to tickle all that energy out of him. If only we could make him more sensitive.” He winked cheekily at Viktor.
The bear chuckled. His sadist act is so cheesy it hurts he thought, it’s like he’s in a bad porno. Still, he knew what the dragon was referring to when he said they could make the Pokémon ‘more sensitive’. He stroked the cat’s dick harder in order to force the creature to cum, which it soon did, spilling his seed all over the tiled floor.
“There we go!” Tagus beamed as his tail wagged. “Punishment time, kitty!” He buried his muzzle into one paw and lapped at it while the other received the horse brush.
“MMMMMRRFHFHFHFHFH!” Incineroar thrashed violently. After the orgasm, its body was hyper-aware of each and every individual bristle of the brush. The tongue was a different sensation but a torturous one no less: dragons have rough tongues, even aquatic ones.
Tagus was having the time of his life. His brushing hand ran on auto-pilot while his mind focused on ravaging the paw in front of him with his tongue. He licked everywhere: over the paw-pads, around the heel, under the toes and whatever other crevices he could get the slimy appendage on. It was no surprise to anyone that he was rock hard, had his hands not been occupied he’d doubtless be masturbating.
Viktor aired out his own hard cock and decided that it was time for the true climax of the session. He cupped his palm around the head of the feline’s spent shaft and polished it with fast, circular motions. This sent Incineroar’s nervous system into overdrive: it screamed and spasmed wildly. It tickled, it felt good, it felt horrible… it was torture. As the feelings compounded and melded together into a chimera of overstimulation, the poor cat’s brain did the only thing it could to protect it and pulled the plug on its consciousness.
“And that’s that,” Viktor announced, wiping the lube off his hand with a towel. ”Our friend here will think twice next time he feels like misbehaving. Good job, Tagus.”
The dragon didn’t hear him, he was entranced by Incineroar’s paw which he slurped even as it hung limp.
Viktor lay a hand on the boy’s shoulder, getting his attention.
“Oh, uh… Sorry, got a little carried away,” Tagus giggled nervously, his aquamarine cock was out and squirting pre-ejaculate.
“Enjoying yourself?” Viktor glanced at the boy’s mast and then at his own. “I guess I can’t blame you.”
The pair were quite used to seeing each other riled up, it was an open secret at the Institute that most people working there got off on the subjects in some form. For Viktor and Tagus it was tickling… Well, mostly. Tagus never said no to a pair of paws and the bondage didn’t bother Viktor at all. Still, even knowing this, there was a certain degree of professionality that formed a line they didn’t cross: having fun with the subjects was one thing but having fun with a colleague was another. Neither the bear nor the dragon wanted to make things awkward between the two so they toed this line as carefully as they could, afraid to overstep its boundaries.
“Do you think that maybe he had fun?” Tagus asked, catching Viktor off-guard.
“…Fun?”
“Yeah! I mean, he did cum, didn’t he? And he was pretty turned on by the tickles so maybe he enjoyed it a bit?” The dragon’s spoke timidly.
“You think that all that torture made him feel good?”
Tagus’ draconic cock leaked a dollop of pre-cum, which ran down its length. He was trembling with arousal, carefully toeing that invisible line..
“I-I guess, maybe. I don’t know. I think that… I would’ve liked it. Kind of…”
Viktor froze. Is he saying he wants to be tickled?! The thought made his loins stir. Calm down. Just play it cool. “L-Let’s get him down, okay? There’ll be plenty more sessions like that. Help me undo the belts and be careful not to let him fall.” The polar bear blurted out, quickly changing the subject. He truly did not know how to deal with what Tagus was implying so they carried on in awkward silence.
Still, his mind wandered to the thought of tying up the boy and subjecting him to the same level of punishment Incineroar had gone through. He would punish Tagus for being too adorable and for awakening in him feelings he thought long gone. Fuck, viktor thought. He’s gonna drive me nuts.
Another day and another Pokémon found itself in the duo’s clutches. Much more humanoid, this time, with a muscled physique and gray skin mostly hidden away under a straightjacket. Its feet were locked in a set of stocks and all ten toes were tied back. It was a Machoke, no less, a once proud fighter that, like many Pokémon of the Institute, had been reduced to an obedient, ticklish test subject.
Viktor opened a jar and dipped a paintbrush in its contents, then pulled it out and handed it over to Tagus, who sniffed at the oily substance dripping from its fibers.
“Cherry with a hint of citrus. Lime, I think.”
“Wow, you’re good at this,” Viktor dunked another brush in the wine-red substance. “R&D added lime since the last iteration, used to be peach but one of the higher-ups hates peaches so they had them change it to lime.” He took a whiff of his own brush, taking in the chemical scent amongst the fruity fragrance. “The effect should be the same, though. One coat softens and sensitizes the soles, two coats makes it hard to walk on a fluffy rug and three coats is considered a war-crime.”
“So we’re good for three coats, then?” Tagus grinned mischievously, holding the brush up in full view of Machoke. The Pokémon yelled into its muzzle and shook nervously. “Aww, relax, big guy. I’m kidding! You’re only getting one coat.” Machoke calmed down.
The pair painted the creature’s soles with the substance from heel to toes, making sure to get the spots under and around them. Machoke giggled, sitting still in its bonds and submissively taking the tickles as they came.
“What a good boy!” Tagus reached out to pat the creature’s head. “You’re so well behaved that I’d take off your muzzle if I could.”
“Yeah, he’s one of the more docile ones,” Viktor informed. “That’s why he gets the lighter treatments. They save the heavier stuff for the troublemakers, like our friend from yesterday.” He presented Tagus with a small space heater. “Here, set this up in front of his feet. Not too close, we don’t wanna burn him, just warm up his soles a little.”
The dragon did as instructed and turned on the device. The resistances behind its front grill glowed and it radiated a wave of comfortable warmth that caressed Machoke’s soles, causing the Pokémon to sight and relax in the straightjacket.
“Heh, he likes it.” Tagus noted.
“No shit, it feels great,” Viktor set a timer on his phone. “Five minutes should be enough. Now we wait.” He plopped down on his stool and the dragon followed suit, both sat in silence and monitored the subject.
During this time, Viktor’s eyes drifted towards his colleague. Since Tagus’ own gaze was mostly fixated on the Pokémon’s feet, the polar bear was free to take in the juicy details of the dragon’s form. He admired the deep amber of Tagus’ eyes: on any other person, they would have looked predatorial but on Tagus they looked inquisitive, curious. Perhaps it had to do with his apparent softness. Viktor expected a marine creature to take moisturization seriously but Tagus’ scales were on a different level, they looked as soft as the quiet ripples of a calm lake. Inevitably, his eyes descended towards the boy’s shoes. They looked new..
Not for the first time, he wondered what the feet inside them looked like. Dragon feet weren’t new to him, he had experienced them before but those were large and rather monstrous. It was hard to imagine tender Tagus’ paws being as such. Viktor fully expected them to be as soft and delicate as the boy that walked on them.
“Viktor?”
The polar bear’s gaze darted upwards, startled. Tagus looked at him quizzically.
“Oh uh… I was just admiring your shoes. Fancy!”
“I guess but they’re not the comfiest, really,” Tagus extended his legs towards his colleague. Viktor could see he was wearing black socks. “I thought I’d break them in after a few days but they’re still tight as a nut. I just wanna take them off.”
Do it. Now. Better yet, I’ll take ‘em off for you. Such were the thoughts that coursed through Viktor’s brain and then through his dick but alas, he had to keep a semi-professional attitude.
“Yeah, that’s why I wear sneakers.” He lifted his own leg to show off an old gray running shoe. This time it was Tagus who looked awkwardly at the piece of footwear with the faintest hint of blushing on his cheeks. Heh, good to know we’re thinking the same thing. He thought. A beep pulled the two out of their mutual teasing. It was time for more tickling.
They each picked up a stiff feather and went to town on Machoke’s bound feet. They swiped the long implements with surgical precision over every bit of skin on the taut soles. When they determined that the Pokémon’s sensitivity had increased according to expectations, they turned their feathers around and dragged the quills over Machoke’s most sensitive spots until the poor creature laughed itself unconscious.
Throughout the session, they had been careful not to mention it was due for a second coating in a week and a third one in two.
Thursday; An Obstagoon occupied the stocks Machoke had been in the day before. The bipedal badger’s arms were tied above its head. The customary muzzle already rested around the creature’s snout and a blindfold covered its eyes.
Tagus looked at the mess of wires on the room’s desk like a pigeon trying to make sense of a Rubik’s cube.
“Just untangle them, I’ll set it up” Viktor instructed, peering at the pages of an instruction booklet.
“Why do they make it so complicated? Can’t they just fit the electrodes under a pair of socks or something?” Tagus grumbled and began untangling the wires. “Why do we gotta put them on manually?”
“Because you can distribute the electrodes however you want. We’re gonna start with the paws but we’re gonna do other spots, too, you know?” Viktor adjusted his glasses. “But the socks aren’t a bad idea, let’s write that in the session report.” Tagus beamed at the bear’s approval.
The Pokémon flinched when the cold electrodes were applied to its taut soles: One on the heel, two along the arch and three smaller ones on the toes. The electrodes’ wires plugged into a small control unit atop the desk.
“Let’s fire her up.” Viktor turned on the device.
Obstagoon immediately felt the effects of the device: a steady tingle ran along its soles and tickled them in a way that was hard to describe and harder to resist. The badger giggled and pulled at its bindings, feet twitching involuntarily.
“Wow, didn’t expect it to tickle him.” Tagus reckoned, surprised and aroused in equal measure.
“You didn’t? I’m more surprised when we get a device that DOESN’T tickle.” Viktor noted. “The current should leave his feet really sensitive after a few minutes of this.”
“Isn’t that what the oil we used yesterday did?”
“Yeah but the oil’s effect is permanent. With this, the effect should only last a few hours so it’s useful if you don’t wanna mess with a subject’s sensitivity permanently but still wanna make ‘em suffer for a bit.”
“Like during punishments?” Tagus chimed in with a hint of sadism in his tone.
“Yeah, like during punishments,” Viktor affirmed. If the Institute ever established a dedicated punitive ward, he thought the dragon would be perfect at its helm. “I think he’s warmed up now. Let’s up the intensity a little.”
He turned a dial on the control box and Obstagoon let out a squeal. The nerves on its paws now felt like they were hijacked and repurposed solely to send ticklish signals to its brain. Its giggles had been non-consensually upgraded to full on laughter. The toe straps looked like they were about to snap as the digits twitched involuntarily with an intensity that would have not have been impossible without electrical stimulation.
“I never knew that electricity could tickle this much. Are we sure it’s safe?”
“One hundred percent,” Viktor assured the dragon. “In fact, this is intended mainly for water-types but we’re testing on Obstagoon first precisely to make sure it’s not gonna be too much.”
“I see, I guess that makes sense,” Tagus pondered a little. “Would I be considered a water-type?”
Viktor chuckled. There he goes again, he thought. He wants to try it out.
“You’d be water/dragon, I reckon. Anyway, I think that’s enough treatment for him.” He shut off the machine and Obstagoon went limp, panting heavily.
Tagus peeled the electrodes from the badger’s overstimulated paws, getting a giggly yelp each time he removed a pad. Looking past its feet, he noticed the creature’s arousal manifested between its legs.
“He’s already turned on, can we milk him?” He asked.
“Eh… We really shouldn’t. At least not until we’re done with the tests. It’ll mess with his sensitivity.” Viktor informed, much to Tagus’ disappointment. ”But you can put this on him!” He displayed a vibrating cockring. “Just make sure it’s not high enough to make him cum.”
Tagus rejoiced and slipped the ring over Obstagoon’s cock, setting it to vibrate on a low setting.. He was rather hard himself and decided to air out his dragonhood. Viktor decided to join and soon, three distinct cocks stood out in the open, erect for very different reasons: Obstagoon’s as a side-effect from its sensitization treatments, Tagus’ because of subjecting a tied up Pokémon to tickle torture and Viktor’s mostly due to seeing his cute colleague riled up.
After making themselves comfortable, the pair resumed Obstagoon’s testing with a pair of purpose-built motorized brushes slowly scrubbing the creature’s soles from heel to toes.
“MMHH!! MMHH! MFHFHFHFHFH!”
Almost instantly, the Pokémon broke down into hysterical laughter and manic struggling. Its paws felt like they had been oiled, massaged, beaten and seared all at once. And all that was before the brushes began torturing them. Any and all natural roughness they had seemed to have vanished after just a few minutes of electrical stimulation. They became as ticklish as Obstagoon’s nervous system physically allowed and the creature shook its head from side to side desperate for the tickles stop,
“Holy shit.” Tagus stroked his erection while scrubbing the Pokémon’s paw.
“Yep.” Viktor masturbated as well. “It works alright.”
And then the unexpected happened, as both torturers didn’t ease up on the tickles, Obstagoon tensed up and, for a moment, stopped laughing.
“Stop, stop! It’s gonna–”
It was too late. Just as the pair hastily withdrew the brushes from the ticklish soles, the badger grunted and shot his seed high into the air. Drool and tears matted its cheeks and it panted heavily through the muzzle.
“…Fuck.”
“Yep. Fuck indeed.” Viktor sighed. “Test failed.”
“So what now?”
“Now we gotta reschedule but at least we know the device works, maybe a little too well…” The pair was disheartened to have their fun cut short but then Viktor had an idea. “This doesn’t mean that we can’t have a bit of fun, you know?” Tagus looked puzzled at the polar bear who grinned in return. “We still need to knock him out, you know?” The dragon’s cock throbbed.
Both men got to work on absolutely destroying the badger. Tagus ravaged its right sole with his tongue while running a motorized brush all over the left. Simultaneously, Viktor used his own brush to overstimulate the creature’s spent cock, pressing the spinning bristles into the cockhead while using his claws to tickle the scrotum. The Pokémon screamed.
“MMMMMMMHHHH!!!”
“This is what we do to bad boys who cum without permission!” Chastised Viktor while polishing the glistening cockhead with the brush. Tagus would’ve followed up but his mouth was occupied making sure that no spot on the badger’s foot was left dry.
When the Pokémon finally passed out, both men were on the verge of orgasm. Viktor sat on his stool and took out a box of wipes from a drawer.
“Wanna nut before putting him back in his cell?” He asked. Tagus was about to say yes but something stopped him. He had just finished living out one of his most intense sexual fantasies and in front of him was a needy polar bear with his cock out, about to jack off. No. Tagus would do it himself. A rare wave of confidence, perhaps lust-fueled, washed over him as he approached the polar bear.
“I’ve got a better idea.”
“Oh?” Viktor looked up at the dragon standing before him, the boy’s aquamarine erection raged between his legs and an intense blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. He looked ready to cross the line. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” Tagus gripped Viktor’s cock and crossed the line. “I’m sure.”
The polar bear gasped. Who was this strange man in front of him? Surely not Tagus. The timid boy wouldn’t do such a thing on his own initiative. The dragon kneeled down and stroked the thick bear cock. Viktor relaxed and closed his eyes, letting the pleasure take him. In his mind, there was nothing but Tagus and his gentle ministrations driving him towards the very edge of orgasm. The addition of the draconic tongue licking around the cockhead gave Viktor the final push he needed and, with a groan of satisfaction, he painted the blue scales of the boy’s muzzle white with his hot juices.
Following suit, Tagus masturbated to a powerful orgasm of his own, his semen forming lines in the testing room’s tiled floor. He took in the scent of the bear’s seed and huffed.
“Fuck… That was intense.” He wiped the cum off of his snout with the cuff of his lab coat. Viktor was silent. “Hey, uh… A–Are you okay?” The confidence he showed previously had been washed away by post-nut clarity, giving way to the realization of what he’d just done. “W–Was this wrong? Oh gods, I–I’m so sorry, Viktor! Please don’t tell HR, I swear I won’t ever speak of this again, I–”
The bear stood up and looked at the shaking dragon.
“…Viktor?” The boy’s worries vanished when the bear wrapped his arms around him tightly.
“Calm down, dummy. You’re a mess.” He whispered.
“Oh… Oh gods, I’m sorry I just thought you’d–” He stammered, still shaking.
“It’s fine.” He let the boy go and placed both hands on his shoulders, gazing into the amber eyes which welled up with tears. “That was really hot, heh. I’m just surprised, is all. Never thought you’d be the one to do it, ya know?”
“R-Really? It just kind of came over me, haha… I just looked at you and you looked so… mrrf.” The bear was visibly embarrassed..
“Ahh, shut up!” He looked away, embarrassed. Tagus chuckled.
They were relieved, sexually and emotionally. Both had known this situation was inevitable, even if they didn’t realize it, and now they had finally crossed the line.
It remained to be seen how far they would go.
Part 2: Cross The Line
Viktor sipped his beer uneasily. The Super Effective was his pub of choice to unwind after a stressful day at work and today’s events made him yearn greatly for the dimly lit atmosphere. He put his glass down and sighed, staring blankly at the effervescent liquid.
“Gonna tell me what’s up?” Said the maned wolf sitting at the opposite end of the table. His large ears were decorated with colorful constellations of piercings and his black tee had a gnarly looking logo plastered on it. “Or did you call me just so I could see you upset?” There was an air of nonchalance to the wolf’s speech, as if the whole world could be set ablaze and somehow he wouldn’t be too fussed.
“Sorry, I’m just… thinking.” Viktor sighed and massaged his temples.
“What about?”
“Where to begin. Remember the new hire I told you about?”
“Yeah, the dragon. Magnus, right?”
“Tagus.”
“Yeah, that.” The wolf stretched his legs to the side of the table. “What about him?”
“Well, we– I mean, he kind of…” Viktor’s voice lowered to a quiet whisper. ”Jerked me off, today.”
“Whoa, he did what?!” The canine blurted, rather loudly.
“Quiet!” Viktor’s cheeks burned.
“Sorry! So what’re you gonna do? Fire him?”
“Wha–? No! I mean, I’m not his boss.” His hands were shaking. “Look, I’m okay with it. In fact, we’ve been kinda teasing each other all week.”
“Shit, man.” The wolf was astounded. “So you’re like ‘friends with benefits’?”
“Don’t know, Tavrin,” Viktor looked his friend in the eyes. “But I don’t want that. This guy… he makes me feel things, you know?”
“Oh my gods,” Tavrin rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward. “You’re in love!” His tail wagged behind him.
“I am, aren’t I? Heh,” Viktor looked away from the canine, embarrassed. “I’ve been thinking about asking him out, ya know?”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“Old man asking a college kid out?”
“You’re thirty-seven, shut the fuck up.” Tavrin playfully flicked the bear’s nose. “Haha! ‘Old man’, he says. And he beat your fuckin’ meat! How can dinner together be any worse than that?”
Viktor giggled. His friend was right: in retrospect, a date seemed way less serious than what had happened earlier between them.
“Fine, then. I’ll ask him tomorrow! Worst case scenario he just says no and we move on.”
“Or he could report you to HR.” The wolf chuckled.
“Dude!”
“Kidding!~” He flicked the bear’s nose again. They drained their brews while chatting idly of unrelated matters, but soon, anxiety began to set in Viktor’s mind once again as he mulled over the details of his hypothetical date with Tagus.
“So uh… What do you think aquatic dragons like to eat?”
Tavrin shrugged. “Fish?”
Tagus aimed the device’s nozzle at the center of the Pokémon’s sole.
“There! All set,” he stood up and admired his handiwork. A bipedal rabbit Pokémon lay on its back in a massage table, heavily secured by an unnecessary amount of straps all along its slender body. It was a Cinderace, a Pokémon with a propensity to leave fiery footprints wherever he stepped on. This attribute made it the perfect candidate to test the Institute’s new prototype. “So this thing shoots water?” He inquired.
“Uh… yeah. Feels like a scratch that doesn’t stop or something,” Viktor mumbled. “Should work well on Cinderace. Type effectiveness and all that.” He spoke dejectedly, as if his body was on auto-pilot while his mind had checked out to do business somewhere else.
“Yeah, they always keep that in mind when coming up with these things, don’t they?” Viktor didn’t answer. The dragon shrugged and flicked the switch. The device spurted intermittently before steadily pumping a thin jet of water that splashed against the creature’s foot at high pressure. Cinderace grunted… then giggled… then cackled into its muzzle. The concentrated stream of water never moved from its target but to the tortured Pokémon it felt like a hundred backscratchers were let loose on his poor paw.
“The stuff they come up with… I wonder what their brainstorm sessions look like, huh Vik?” Tagus looked over at his colleague to find the bear staring absent-mindedly at a clipboard. He tapped him on the shoulder. “Everything alright?”
“What? Yeah, yeah, sorry. Zoned out for a bit, didn’t get much sleep tonight.” Viktor assured Tagus, rather unconvincingly.
“Oh uhm… Alright, want me to go get you an energy drink?”
“No need, thanks. I’ll get some coffee in a bit.”
“Well, alright,” Tagus noticed the bear seemed to avoid his gaze. “Let me know if you change your mind, I saw them restocking the vending machine in the lobby earlier.” He moved on to the next phase of the test, adding a second device to tickle Cinderace’s previously untickled paw, doubling both the sensations, laughter and struggling of the poor creature.
Meanwhile, Viktor’s brain ran simulations of every possible way Tagus could react to a dinner invitation. Most of them ended with Viktor being reported to HR and a select few resulted in nuclear apocalypse. This is stupid. He chastised himself internally. I jizzed on his face yesterday, for goodness sake. How am I this nervous to ask him out? What am I, a teenager? He took a deep breath. Fuck it, here goes nothing.
“Say, Tagus, do you like sushi?” He blurted out before he could change his mind. Tagus was surprised at the sudden question.
“Sushi? Yeah, I guess. Been a while since I’ve had any, though.”
“Are you free tomorrow night?” Viktor inquired cautiously.
Tagus stood stupefied for a second as the realization of what Viktor intended dawned on him. He could barely keep his tail from wagging. “Y-Yeah! I’ve got no plans for the entire weekend, actually.” He exclaimed.
“There’s this new sushi place near where I live with pretty good reviews. Wanna go try it out?” He was more confident, now that he noticed Tagus’ excitement.
“I’d love to!” He could no longer hold in his excitement and rushed forward to give Viktor a hug.
Astonished, Viktor hugged him back and chuckled. Gods, he really is just a puppy in a dragon costume.
For a brief moment, they forgot Cinderace was still being tickled.
Dinner had gone swimmingly, both men indulged in fresh sashimi and konacha tea. Without the usual stress from work, the pair chatted about any and everything that came to mind. Despite only knowing one another for a few weeks, they felt as if they were lifelong friends. After their meal, they decided to walk together to Viktor’s place.
“Here we are,” Viktor said as he held the apartment complex’s door open for his date and beckoned him in. They boarded the elevator and ascended to the third floor.
“Make yourself at home,” he said, opening the door to his apartment. ”Shoes at the door, if you don’t mind.” Tagus didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, he planned to take them off one way or another. How else would he get his feet tickled? As he took off his shoes, Viktor admired the silhouette of the paws underneath, hidden away by one final layer of thin black fabric. They looked rather shapely, with three large toes each, very dragon-like.
The bear’s own sneakers came off soon after, revealing his own bearish stompers, clad in white sports socks.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said they were big,” exclaimed Tagus.
“Heh, bear feet, ya know?” Viktor lifted his leg and wiggled his socked toes at the dragon.
“Now you’re just teasing me!”
Viktor laughed. “Can’t help it when you’re so teasable!” He poked Tagus’ tummy, prompting him to recoil.
“Hey! At least tie me up first!”
Viktor flinched. He expected things to get heated quickly but his date’s eagerness still surprised him. Not that he minded that.
“Alright, you’re the boss! Bedroom’s the last door of the hallway,” He pointed the dragon in the right direction. “I’ll be right with you, just need to gather some things first.” He shot a sly wink at the dragon whose tail wagged in excitement. Viktor picked up a gym bag that he had packed in case things went well with the dragon (which they most definitely did considering that same dragon was now waiting to be tied up and tickled senseless) and strode confidently to his bedroom, feeling nervous and aroused in equal measure.
When he opened the door, he was met with a sight that would have made a eunuch pitch a tent. The aquatic dragon lay naked on his bed, clothing discarded save for his black socks. Smooth scales of sapphire and emerald shimmered in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.
“I kept the socks, figured you’d enjoy taking them off yourself.” Tagus teased, showing off his soles.
“You figured right,” Viktor took a pair of faux-leather cuffs from the bag, linked together by a short chain and patted the end of the bed. “Give ‘em here.” The dragon obediently stretched his legs which were promptly cuffed. Already, he was hard as a rock. “Now,” Viktor said. “Let’s take it slow, alright? If it becomes too much, shout ‘oran berry’ and I’ll stop, alright?”
“Got it, ‘oran berry’,” The anticipation was killing the boy.
“Okay, now that that’s out of the way…” The polar bear grabbed the socked feet with both hands. “…Are you ready?”
Tagus bit his lip. “Ready!”
Viktor slowly peeled the socks from the dragon’s paws, revealing the smoothest soles he had seen in over a decade of professionally tickling Pokémon. There wasn’t even a hint of calloused skin on them. He noticed that they were darker than the rest of him, just like his hands and nose. Yet another surprise awaited the bear between the boy’s bulbous digits: webbings! Now that he thought about it, he found it obvious that an aquatic dragon would have webbed feet. Another spot to tickle, he thought.
“So, Tagus,” The polar bear lightly ran a claw along the draconic sole. “Are you, perhaps… ticklish?”
“Y-Yes, I am.” Tagus answered, stifling an adorable giggle.
“You’re what?” Viktor added another claw to the other foot.
“T-Ticklish, hehe! I’m ticklish!!”
“Yes you are! You’re a ticklish little dragon!” He skittered more of his claws all along the boy’s soles. “And it seems to me like these cute paws of yours are in need of a good tickling, dontcha think?”
“Yehehes! P-Please tickle me on my pahahaws!~” The aquatic dragon struggled to keep his feet still which Viktor quickly remedied by taking hold of the chain that linked the ankle cuffs. He decided that that was enough foreplay and grabbed a large hairbrush from the bag which he promptly used to scrub the boy’s tender paws.
“BAHAHAHA!!” Tagus cackled heartily and gripped the bedsheets, doing a remarkably good job of not pulling on the cuffs too hard. The brush kept scrubbing the ticklish soles, it was big enough to cover the whole surface if held flat against it but Viktor knew better; he used the edges of the brush to precisely tickle each area of the dragon’s feet and make a mental map of the most reactive areas. The surface just under the toes seemed to be the top contender for most sensitive spot since the boy jumped each time the stiff bristles met the spot. The bear was careful not to be too rough on the delicate webbings, afraid that he might hurt the ticklee.
“Aww coochie coochie coo, Taggy!” Viktor cooed. He sounded silly but he didn’t care and neither did his raging boner. “You have the cutest laughter, ya know?”
“SHUHUT UHUHUP!!” Tagus’ cheeks burned. He was a champ at dealing with physical teasing but verbal teasing? That was indeed very effective.
“Oh? That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone in my position,” Viktor scrubbed faster and Tagus felt it. The poor dragon thrashed around until his reflexes overtook him and moved his hands down to his paws to shield them from the brush. Immediately, the bear stopped and let go of the ankle cuffs. “You alright? Did I overdo it?”
“N-No,” Gasped Tagus, catching his breath. “I just… Kind of lost control… Sorry…”
Viktor leaned forward and gave the boy a kiss on the forehead. “You did great, Tag. That’s some impressive self-control, especially for a first-timer.” The dragon’s cheeks flushed.
“T-Thanks, Vik,” He looked down at his erection. “You’re doing great too. I’m so turned on, right now, man.”
“So am I! Wanna switch places?”
“C-Could I get some more tickles, first?” Stuttered Tagus.
Viktor was surprised at first but that soon turned to excitement as it dawned on him that the boy was, in fact, an insatiable tickle slut. “You sure? I won’t go easy on you!”
“I’m sure! Tie my arms too, this time, then I won’t be able to stop you from tickling me.”
Viktor used another set of cuffs to tie the dragon’s arms to the bedposts so that he was restrained in a ‘Y’ position. Additionally, he tethered the ankle cuffs to the bed frame so we wouldn’t have to hold them down himself.
“I’ve got one more thing for you,” The bear held up a black blindfold. “If you’re game, that is.” Tagus grinned bashfully.
“Lights out for me!”
After blinding the dragon, Viktor slid a vibrating cock ring over the dragon’s length on a low setting, making him moan blissfully. To add to the pleasure, he began an oily massage of Tagus’ feet.
The dragon let out several relaxed sighs and pleasured moans. He was fully aware that he would be laughing his heart out in a minute but for now, he enjoyed the tender attention given to him by the polar bear.
“I brought some stuff from work,” Said Viktor. “Remember Obstagoon and the device we used on him?” Tagus felt sticky pads being applied to his webbings.
“Y-Yes!” The anticipation was killing him. He remembered how intense Obstagoon’s treatment had been and could not imagine what it would feel on his webbings. He heard the flick of a switch and felt an intense tingling that spread all throughout his toes. “Oh gods, OH GODS, O-OH GOHOHODS!” His digits twitched in tandem with the electrical pulses as the odd sensation forced the nerves on his feet to send signals of raw ticklishness to his brain, making him struggle against the cuffs.
“Daww, your toes look so cute wiggling like that. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the rest of your soles, though.” Viktor picked up a metallic pinwheel and ran it along the defenseless arches. The prickly and tingly sensations melded together and registered as pure ticklish suffering to Tagus.
“FUHUHUHUCK! AAAHAHAHA!” He squirmed and bucked but the cuffs held him securely to the bed, opening him up for any and all torture. His oiled paws offered no resistance whatsoever to the tickling and the lack of eyesight only intensified his sense of touch.
“Who’s a ticklish boy? Who’s a horny, ticklish dragon who loves kitchie coos on his pretty paws?” Viktor teased, completely entranced.
“MEHEHEHE!!" Screamed Tagus.
“Yes you are! You deserve aaall the tickles in the world, boy!” At that moment, Viktor felt like he would be able to orgasm with a single stroke of his stiff cock, if he wanted to. Only one thing superseded his lust: the desire to tickle Tagus senseless. He upped the intensity of the electrostimulator and watched with glee as the dragon’s toes were forced to flex harder under the current. He intensified his own ministrations by tickling one sole with the pinwheel while the hair brush returned to the other, flat against it and scrubbing wildly because he no longer cared about precision. All he wanted was to send the boy into hysterics.
Tagus broke. His laughter was beyond hysterical, it was maniacal. His brain coped with the torture the best way it knew, by sending a barrage of pleasure signals straight into the his loins. The beginning of a familiar sensation welled around the boy’s genitals causing him to tense up before shooting rope upon rope of draconic cum high into the air, splattering back down onto his sweat-slicked torso. Viktor stopped tickling and shut off the e-stim, replacing the the torture with a soothing massage.
“Mmh… So.. Good…” Tagus mumbled.
“Good boy! Very good dragon!” The polar bear climbed on top of the bed and lay beside his spent partner. He took off the blindfold and planted a loving kiss on his tear-streaked cheek. “Had a good time?” He whispered.
“The best~” Tagus smiled weakly.
“There’s one more thing I wanna try,” Viktor sat near the dragon’s cock and held it in his hand, making Tagus flinch. “Safe-word if it’s too much, alright?” Tagus nodded and braced himself. The bear started quickly polishing the cum-covered cock with the palm of his hand.
“OH FUCK HNG!!” Tagus contorted as his nervous system lit up anew with an unbearable mixture of tickling and pleasure directly on his cock tip. “ORAN BERRY! ORAN BERRYHYHY!!” Fast as greased lightning, Viktor let go of the spent member.
“Sorry, this one can get really intense.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” The dragon struggled to catch his breath while his partner untied him. He was a mess, covered in sweat and semen. He rubbed his paws together to soothe the lingering tingles from the intense session.
“So, did you like it?” Asked Viktor.
“Like it? I think I’m gonna have a hard time getting off on anything except my feet being tickled from now on. Haha!”
“Wanna bet? How about tickling this bear’s bare feet?”
Tagus smirked. “Do you even need to ask?”
After taking a moment to hydrate and wipe his scales clean of bodily fluids, Tagus got to work on tying up the naked bear the same way he had been. Viktor instructed the boy to blindfold him right from the get-go and hook him up to a milking machine:
“I want to be milked like a cow while you do whatever you want to my feet, got it?”
“A-Are you sure? You said yourself that can get pretty intense.” Tagus cautioned apprehensively.
“Ain’t my first rodeo, Tag. I know what I’m about.” He was completely at-ease with being tied up. “Just make sure it tickles like hell! Actually, I got an idea. Up for some role-play?”
“Role-play?”
“Yeah. Pretend I’m being punished. That I’ve been really bad and you decided to milk me and tickle my bare feet to make me behave. How does that sound?” If the bear wasn’t blindfolded, he’d know Tagus’ wagging tail answered that question.
“Like the hottest thing ever.”
“Ready when you are!”
“Here goes…” Tagus shut his eyes and took a deep breath, when he opened them he had slipped into the persona of the master of a ticklish polar bear in need of an attitude adjustment. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” For a second, Viktor grinned at Tagus’ porno-grade acting but was quick to correct fall into his role.
“Please, master! Not my feet, you know I can’t take it!” He curled his toes.
“Oh don’t worry, boy. I’m not gonna tickle your feet.” Tagus slid a clear tube with a black latex sleeve inside of it over the bear’s cock. “I’m gonna tickle your feet AND give you a good milking!”
“No, please! I promise I’ll be good!” Viktor pulled on the straps in a false fit of panic, giving his lover a show that made the dragon’s shaft erect once again.
“Shush, slave. Take your punishment like a good boy.” The milking machine whirred to life and started stroking the restrained ursine’s shaft, rhythmically. Meanwhile, Tagus sat at the end of the bed and admired the paws that lay at his mercy. They were big, even for a bear, Viktor wasn’t kidding when he said that. Five toes capped the tops of each foot and the bottoms were fully padded with minimal arch curvature.
This is really happening. The young adult’s mind swam in an ocean of red-hot lust. He had lost count of how many times he’d entertained himself to this specific fantasy and now that fantasy was about to become reality. Unable to contain himself, he launched a full-on assault on Viktor’s soles with his dull claws. The ursine’s reaction was instantaneous, he let out a sharp squeal that befitted a mouse rather than a bear and tried to pull on the straps, for real, this time.
“I-I’m sohorry!” Giggled the polar bear.
“No mercy for bad boys, only tickles on their big feet!” Tagus dug his fingers under the bear’s digits and wiggled them wildly, forcing intense laughter out of him.
“NOHOT T-THE TOES” Viktor guffawed. Try as he might, he could not evade the dragon’s claws.
“Ooh Looks like I found a sweet spot!” Said Tagus, gleefully. He held the toes on one of Viktor’s paws with one hand and pried them open to better access the soft skin underneath which he promptly poked and prodded, sending the bear into hysterical laughter. The bedframe creaked under the tickled man’s bucking but the cuffs held firm, ensuring the big bear took his ‘punishment’.
“I-I’M GONNA HAHA– HNG!!”
The laughter stopped and Viktor stiffened, indicating that the milker had claimed its first load from his balls. Having entered the intense realm of post-orgasm sensitivity, Viktor felt everything tenfold. The feeling of the claws under his toes sent electric shocks up his spine, compounded by the milker’s heartless stroking which never ceased even after he’d climaxed. He thrashed hard, shaking as if being electrocuted which he guessed might be more bearable than this. If only it didn’t arouse him so much.
“There you go, let it all out!” Tagus was equally excited, watching the big tough bear spasm and cackle with glee. It was an otherworldly experience to have someone larger and older than him submit to whatever erotic tortures the young dragon’s mind could conjure. The dragon was a less skilled tickler than the bear, which was to be expected given Viktor’s years of experience but he had a natural advantage: his tongue which he put to use by lapping away at the large paws. The warm, slimy appendage stimulated them in a very different way than the claws, though no less tickly. Already, Viktor could feel a second orgasm welling up and did his best to delay it but that was no easy feat considering the current circumstances pushed all of his buttons.
During the next hour, every tool at Tagus’ disposal was put to use to tickle the bear’s stompers in some way or another: he applied the same oil the bear had used on him and used soft brushes to tease the slick soles unimpeded by friction, sawed feathers of all shapes and sizes between the toes and ran pinwheels and electric toothbrushes all over the large sole pads. All the while the milker chugged along, drawing orgasm after painful orgasm from Viktor. The bear was a mess, any and all of his confident outward appearance had been tickled and milked away, leaving only an exhausted tickle-slut covered in sweat, snot and tears. Tagus decided it was enough and finally relented. He undid the cuffs but the bear did not move.
“You okay, Vik?” He whispered to the bear, worried that he might’ve gone overboard. Though he noted the bear never said the safe-word.
“Yeah… Tired…” Viktor mumbled and took off his blindfold, revealing his teary blue eyes. “You were amazing, Tag.” He praised the dragon, patting him on the head. Tagus smiled.
Both men felt as if they had just run a marathon twice while carrying dumbbells but they were immensely satisfied. Cuddling together, they relished in the lingering afterglow before forcing themselves up to take a quick shower. They returned to bed and slept soundly in each other’s arms.
Morning sunlight fell over the bed sheets, causing Viktor to stir awake. “What time is it?” He groggily asked. “Who cares?” Mumbled Tagus, embracing the bear.
They had breakfast at a nearby café before returning to Viktor’s home to spend the day relaxing together. Lounging in the living room, they talked about yesterday’s session.
“I enjoyed role-playing,” Admitted Tagus, stretching on the chaise longue.
“Yeah, it showed,” Viktor said as he smoked by the window. “I thought you might like punishing me. I see that glint in your eye when you do it to subjects, ya know?” He snickered at the dragon.
“I’ve got my preferences, I guess. Hehehe! Maybe next time we can switch places and I’ll be the naughty boy who needs to be put in his place.” The dragon would’ve been ashamed to admit to such kinks but he knew he could be open about them with Viktor.
“Speaking of ‘next time’…” started the bear, putting out his cigarette . “…what exactly are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I don’t really mind if we just do this from time to time and leave it at that but…” He sat next to the dragon and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. His white-furred cheeks flushed. It was now or never. “I-I don’t really know how to say this, it’s been a good while since I have felt this way–”
“I think I know what you’re gonna say, Vik,” Tagus interrupted. “And I think I feel the same way.” They locked eyes. The whole world seemed to vanish as they lingered there, lost in one another until Viktor broke the silence.
“Come here,” He embraced the dragon, his dragon, and Tagus reciprocated. “Let’s take things slowly, okay? See how this turns out but… let’s enjoy it all the same.”
“I love you, Vik.” The dragon buried his muzzle into the bear’s chest.
“Yeah, I love you too, Tag.”
That day, the seedling of their friendship finally blossomed into something more. They spent the rest of the weekend enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world.
The next day, they had a familiar test subject. It was the second Pokémon they had tickled as a duo and one they greatly enjoyed their time with: Lycanroc. The werewolf-like creature lay bound by the wrists, ankles and waist to a padded X-frame. It wore the customary Institute muzzle but its eyes were uncovered and it quickly identified the bear and dragon as those who had tickled him a few weeks back.
“Hi, puppy! Remember us?” Tagus rubbed Lycanroc’s belly as if it were a common dog, only instead of kicking its leg and hanging out its tongue, the creature barked into the muzzle and wiggled in the straps. “Aww, yes you do! Guess what we’re gonna do today.”
Viktor held up an opaque black cylinder.
“We’re gonna milk your dog bone dry!” Announced the bear, as giddy as the dragon. Lycanroc’s eyes widened and it folded its ears back, letting out a whimper.
“Aww, don’t be sad. We’re also gonna tickle these puppies while we’re at it!” The dragon gestured towards the canine’s paws. “You’re gonna love it.” That did nothing to calm the Pokémon and its anxiousness only compounded as Tagus massaged oil into its paws. “I’ve missed these. Doggy paws are my favorite.” He heard Viktor clear his throat. “Uh… After bear paws, of course! Polar bear, to be exact.”
Lycanroc was a little confused by that interaction but forgot about it as soon as an electric toothbrush made contact with his paw-pad. He clenched his four canine toes and started giggling.
“Come on, be a good boy and get horny so I can milk ya.” Teased the polar bear, gently feathering the dog’s sheath and ballsack. With its legs spread apart, the Pokémon had no way to shield his genitals from the implement and Viktor was an expert at cock tickling. He teased the feather’s tip under Lycanroc’s thinly-furred scrotum and around the opening to its sheath. When a red rocket peeked out, he tickled that too, resulting in delectable giggle-moans from the test subject.
Tagus was doing his part to arouse the dog, too. He wasn’t lying earlier, the boy truly did love dog paws. For a time, he employed his tried-and-true method of simultaneously running his rough tongue all over one foot while subjecting the other to the motorized machinations of the electric toothbrush. Being a digitigrade creature, Lycanroc stood on large toes and Tagus made sure to take advantage of their size and sensitivity by focusing the torment over and around them. He snaked his tongue around each and every digit and then wedged the toothbrush under on the same spots and let it wreak ticklish havoc there.
The poor Pokémon’s cheeks were streaked with tears. Eventually, his conditioning kicked in and forced him to interpret the unbearable sensations as pure pleasure, beckoning his doggy dick to come out and play.
“I see someone’s eager to be milked!,” Viktor exclaimed, sliding the milker over the canine’s member. Rather than suction, this particular device induced ejaculation by tickling the wearer’s penis from all directions using soft bristles lined along its interior. Unsurprisingly, it had been designed specifically for use on the Institute’s conditioned test subjects. With the flick of a switch, the device whirred to life and forced an indescribably ticklish sensation all over the dog Pokémon’s cock. Lycanroc spasmed and bark-laughed hard into the muzzle, attempting to shake off the device but Viktor held it there, ceaselessly tickling the sensitive dick.
It wasn’t long before the Pokémon’s first orgasm, then its second and a third one shortly after. During this time, Tagus subjected its paws to the full extent of the Institute’s arsenal of tickle tools, carrying Lycanroc’s arousal from orgasm to orgasm and ensuring its cock never became soft. Surprisingly, the creature was still conscious when they had finally met the semen quota and halted the torment.
“Aww, he’s all tuckered out,” Cooed Tagus, petting the dog’s head.
“You’d be too with what we just put him through…” He spotted the dragon’s erection. “Hey, let’s try something.”
“What’s up?” Questioned the dragon. He was alarmed when Viktor undid Lycanroc’s muzzle, exposing the white muzzle underneath. “A-Are you sure that’s okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. Poor guy is harmless,” He scratched Lycanroc under the chin.. “In fact, I have it on good authority that he enjoys these treatments. Right, boy?” The Pokémon looked away, flustered.
“Whoa… So some of them DO enjoy it!” The boy’s tail wagged in excitement at the discovery. Viktor beckoned the dragon to come closer and position his cock near the Pokémon’s mouth.
“Now,” The bear looked at Lycanroc. “Be a good boy and lick my dragon’s cock!”
The dog obeyed and craned its head to lap at the draconic member with its long tongue.
“F-Fuck! That’s so good!” Tagus leaned into the canine.
“Good boys!” Viktor had started masturbating to the scene.
Soon, both men came on the Pokémon’s snout and watched with glee as it lapped it all up.
Tagus sat on a stool and let out a satisfied sigh. “I love my job.”