Shit, I’m late! He quickened his pace, the rattle of the gurney‘s wheels echoed through the long, sterile hallway. And on my first day too. Just great, Tagus.
The young aquatic dragon cursed himself. In the gurney he pushed, secured by a set of straps, lay an unconscious two-legged jackal-like creature called Lucario. Tagus was to bring the creature to a room in the Pokémon Research Institute’s testing ward and run a series of trials under the watchful eye of his supervisor who he had yet to meet.
The white door of the testing room slammed open, startling the polar bear who sat waiting at a desk inside. Tagus straightened up and faced the doctor. He had a lump in his throat.
“Good mor– uh.. good afternoon, Doctor Tornell! My name is Tagus and I brought subject number four-four-eight. He’s ready whenever–”
“Where’s the muzzle?” The voice was gruff and betrayed a lifelong smoking habit.
“The… muzzle?” Tagus froze, wide-eyed.
“Yes, the muzzle. The subject has to be muzzled,” reprimanded the bear. “What if he wakes up and bites someone’s hand off?”
Dr. Viktor Tornell was grumpy on a good day. That day was not a good day. That day he had to show an idiot, clueless kid the basics of his job. He eyed the boy. His smooth scales were a pleasant mixture of deep blues and vibrant greens, his white lab coat opened at the back, allowing his long, jade dorsal fin to flow out from behind his neck and stream down until it reached the tip of his long tail. He wore beige dress pants and brown loafers. Two small dark horns stood apart from the large emerald fin that crested his lean head. He looked at Viktor with nervous yellow eyes.
“I’m s-so sorry, Doctor Tornell! There was no one at the Containment ward and I had to find his cell on my own so I didn’t have time to fetch–” he stammered before the doctor interrupted him again.
“Half an hour late and you didn’t have time to fetch the muzzle?” The bear looked at Tagus from over his silver-rimmed glasses.
“I’m so sorry, Doctor!” Tagus repeated, shutting his eyes and lowering his head apologetically. Viktor sighed and shook his head.
“Forget it. Just help me get him set up.” He sat up from his desk and walked towards the Pokémon. In contrast to the trainee, Viktor made much less of an effort to appear formal. Under his own loose white lab coat, he dressed casually with a simple black t-shirt hugging his snowy fur and blue jeans with gray sneakers.
They undid the straps holding Lucario and carefully picked up the creature to set it down on a recliner-like metallic chair with open cuffs on the armrests and legrests. The testing room was small and intimate. Alongside the recliner, it housed a small desk with a computer, a stool, a tall metal cabinet and barely enough space for the pair of scientists to stand at an arm’s length of each other. Afternoon light flooded in from a single textured glass window, obfuscating the view to afford the session privacy.
“Now,” started the bear. “Did you at least read the briefing?”
“Uh… Kinda?”
“Right… Let’s go over it together, anyway. This guy,” he glanced at the Pokémon. “Has been administered sensitivity enhancers regularly since his capture a couple weeks ago. In order to figure out if his current dosage is right we’re gonna test the touch responsiveness of various parts of his body.” He caught a glimpse of discomfort in the dragon’s face. Oh? He shifted his tone. “In other words… we’re gonna tickle the crap outta him!”. The trainee’s bright yellow eyes widened in shock. Heh, so the kid’s a kinky freak. Go figure. Viktor thought. Today might not be so bad after all. He continued. “Enhancers make Pokémon deathly ticklish so he’s gonna struggle lots. The wrist and ankle cuffs are padded on the inside so the poor thing doesn’t hurt itself. I’ll get started on those while you strap in his abdomen and legs. After that do the toe-ties. Oh and get a muzzle from the cabinet.” He got to work cuffing one of the creature’s wrists.
Tagus was dumbfounded. He had skimmed through the briefing earlier but didn’t recall any mention of tying and tickle-torturing the poor, helpless creature. Of all the activities they could’ve picked for his first day, why did it have to be one that made his dress pants so uncomfortably tight?
Soon, the jackal Pokémon was fully secured to the recliner. The metallic cuffs’ soft inner padding hugged his wrists and ankles tightly while thick leather straps held him down by the thighs and abdomen. A faux-leather muzzle ensured no one’s fingers would be missing by the end of the session. To top it all off, thick, wooly toe-ties kept his pink-padded, three-toed digitigrade soles nice and taut, ensuring full access to the sensitive bottoms and the soft spots under and between the canine’s digits. And just in time, too: the bound creature began to stir awake, slowly opening his drowsy eyes.
“The sedative is starting to wear off. That’s our cue.” Viktor positioned himself beside the creature. “The chair will pick up on his vitals and brainwaves, we just gotta focus on making him laugh. I’ll do his upper body. You get his paws.”
Paws… The aquatic dragon looked at the Pokémon’s vulnerable feet, infatuated. Paws and tickling… He ran a single clawed finger along Lucario’s sole. The toes spasmed as he dragged his claw up along the thinly furred skin and tried to curl when he skittered that same claw over the supple, pink paw-pad only to be denied such relief, courtesy of the toe-ties.
“Mfhfhfh!!” Lucario, now alert and struggling against the chair, began giggling under the muzzle. Soon, he felt thick bearish hands firmly squeezing his furred tummy and sides, turning his cute giggles into forced laughter. “Heh, look at him go!” Viktor mocked. ”You made sure the belts were nice and tight, right, kid? …Kid?” He looked over at Tagus to find the dragon’s gaze firmly glued to the paws in front of him, seemingly entranced by them. Such that he no longer gently teased but rather torturously raked all ten of his dull claws over the defenseless paw-pads, causing them to try to twist and turn in a fruitless attempt to evade his ticklish ministrations.
Yeah, a real freak. The older bear thought. And yet he couldn’t deny there was something charming about the boy. He was a nervous wreck and fumbled a few things but it was his first day and the way his composure so obviously fell apart when paws and tickling were the subject matter did strike Viktor as sort of cute. It didn’t hurt that he was easy to look at, his rich colors reminiscent of a calm, deep ocean. He withdrew his hands from Lucario’s stomach and took something from the cabinet.
“Here,” He handed Tagus a plastic bottle. “That’s baby oil. Rub it on his feet to make ‘em smoother.” Tagus blushed, as he expected.
“Oh! R-Right away, doctor!” The dragon unscrewed the cap and dripped some liquid over Lucario’s toes. He gently massaged the oil, feeling the paws as he did so. They were strong, clearly a fighter’s but also soft and delicate like a dancer’s. Meanwhile, the polar bear resumed his assault on the Pokémon’s torso by wedging his fingers under the creature’s arms and circling his fingertips inside the furred hollows of his armpits.
“MHFHFHFHFH!!~” The jackal’s guffaws would hurt the scientists’ ears if not for the muzzle partially muting him. He thrashed hard but the recliner was built to secure Pokémon much bigger and stronger than him. Soon after, draconic claws returned to his oiled up footpaws targeting the soft flesh under and in-between his toes. They slid in and out of the sensitive spaces with ease, thanks to the slick, warm oil.
The Pokémon Research Institute’s sensitivity enhancers were a miracle of modern science. Hard as it was to believe, there was a time when Lucario was not at all ticklish, his skin and paw-pads hardened by years of battling and rigorous training. The same Lucario whose brain was being overwhelmed with ticklish signals from the nerves in his armpits and paws, turning his mind to mush. Interestingly that wasn’t the only effect of the chemical. The young trainee noticed something that did nothing to calm his nerves.
“D-Doctor, does he have… Is he getting a… Uh…” Tagus stammered, nervously.
“A hard-on?” Viktor plainly said. ”Yeah, that’s pretty normal. You’d know that if you’d read the briefing.” The canine pokemon’s wet cock tip peeked out of his furry sheath, coated in pre-cum. “Side effect from the drug they give him. Getting tickled turns him on.”
The word ‘flustered’ didn’t even begin to describe how Tagus felt at that moment. The whole affair seemed tailor-made to his sexual preferences and it showed, his cheeks burned and his tail tip wagged excitedly. When the polar bear noticed this he went in for the kill.
“I can see yours too, you know?”
“You can–? I mean– D-Dunno what you’re talking about, doc—” The boy stuttered and shuffled in a shoddy attempt to hide the tent in his pants. That’s it. Bye-bye job. You were good while you lasted. He thought.
“Look, it’s fine.”
The young dragon stopped tickling Lucario’s paws. “…It is?”.
“Yeah, it is.” Viktor withdrew his hands from the Pokémon’s pits, giving the tortured creature a brief moment of respite. ”Look, you gotta relax, kid. You’re way too nervous about this whole thing. Half the guys in Research get off on tickling or bondage or something. Trust me, been here for thirteen years. Hell, I used to get off on it too but after a couple hundred sessions you get kinda desensitized. So, uh…" For the first time that afternoon, it was Viktor’s turn to blush. “What I’m trying to say is… you can take those off if they’re getting uncomfortable.”
“I–I dunno if that’s–”
“Here,” The bear interrupted. “If it makes you feel better.” He undid his belt and let his jeans and underpants drop, revealing his flaccid, uncut length. “See? Nothing to be ashamed of!” He smiled reassuringly, another first for that afternoon.
The aquatic dragon felt relieved. So I guess they got plenty of weirdos like me here. He thought as he removed his beige pants and pulled down the zipper in his black boxers, revealing his own aquamarine length, fully erect and lathered in a shiny coat of pre-cum. He smiled meekly.
“There you go, isn’t that better? Now, where were we?” He turned to their subject, the tired creature breathed heavily. “He looks ready for some tools.” Reaching inside the cabinet, he took out a pair of electric toothbrushes and a long peacock feather. “Here, use these.” He handed the brushes over to Tagus who immediately wedged them in-between Lucario’s toes and turned them on, forcing new bursts of laughter from the creature. He loved seeing the canine’s toes struggle, thinking about how frustrating it must be to the poor Pokémon to have the very last bit of mobility on his paws taken from him.
Meanwhile, the feather teased his genitals. Soft fibers danced under the scrotum and then turned upwards to tease the opening of the sheath before twirling around the exposed flesh of Lucario’s hardening length, wringing laughter, moaning and pre-ejaculate from the tortured jackal. Sometimes the quill would poke his inner thighs or his perineum. In time, a fleshy knot formed at the base of the penis and that too wasn’t spared the plume’s ticklish kisses. The treatment went on for several minutes until he looked about ready to burst.
“Right, don’t stop tickling his paws.” Said the doctor and turned around to rummage through the cabinet once again.
“You got it, Doc!” Tagus chirped. Heh, don’t need to tell me twice. He focused the spinning brush heads on the Pokémon’s paw-pads, forcing muffled laughter out of the sweaty, teary-eyed creature.
“The briefing called for an in-session DNA collection and he looks ready to blow, so,” He turned around with a black cylindrical object in hand. “I’m gonna use the milker on him. You just keep tickling those paws, that’ll ensure we get a nice large sample.” He carefully lowered the device until it covered the canine cock to its base, swallowing its knot. With the push of a button, multiple rings of dense tickly bristles on the inside of the milker made contact with the exposed flesh and spun in different directions, tickling it from every angle.
The Pokémon went ballistic. Tagus feared the straps would snap any minute now but they held firm. He pressed one of the electric toothbrushes under the toes of one paw while skittering his claws all over the other. Viktor stroked the milker up and down Lucario’s cock while teasing his balls with the peacock feather. Muffled cries echoed through the small room and not a minute had passed since the milker was introduced to Lucario’s shaft before the tortured jackal flexed as much as the bondage allowed him to and gave in to the device’s forced pleasure.
“There we go!” Viktor carefully removed the milker, revealing a spent, pulsating canine phallus and read the capacity meter on the device’s incorporated deposit. “Yup, that’s about as much as we need.” Just then, two beeps were heard in short-succession. “Ah, and that’s our end cue. Trial’s over.”
Tagus switched off the electric toothbrushes and drew away from the tormented soles. The Pokémon was a complete mess, sweat and tears matted his fur and his chest heaved rhythmically. Any more torture and he might’ve fainted.
“So what happens now, Doc?” Tagus said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Now we administer a sedative and take him back to his cell in Containment.” The polar bear glanced down and was shocked to find that he had a stiffy of his own. “…But I can think of a way to put him to sleep that’s way more fun! Say, his paws look pretty tasty, eh?” He winked slyly at the boy. “Go nuts, kid!”
The young dragon beamed with excitement. He knelt down to be at eye-level with the soles and began quickly lapping them up with his rough, draconic tongue while using his dull claws to attack whatever spots weren’t currently receiving a thorough tongue-bath. Viktor, for his part, gripped Lucario’s spent meat and cupped his palm around the tip to polish it with fast, repeated hand movements. Post-orgasm sensitivity hit the poor creature like a freight train loaded with dynamite and his very last bits of energy were forcefully channeled into the futile endeavor that was screaming under the muzzle and struggling against the restraints as if the recliner had suddenly begun electrocuting him.
Eventually, the struggling died down and the cries fell silent, indicating to the duo that their task was well and truly over. Lucario had fainted.
“That was so much fun!” Tagus chuckled, a small pool of draconic pre-cum formed by his feet.
“Sure was!” The grumpy Dr. Tornell felt giddy for the first time in many years. Something about this naïve, flustered, nervous wreck of a dragon had rekindled a passion he previously thought long lost. “Now, we gotta take him back down to his cell but first…” He placed a box of tissues on the desk and sat on the stool. “Let’s relieve ourselves, shall we?”
Tagus steadily wheeled the gurney down the sunlit corridor. Its host was a red and white werewolf-like creature known as Lycanroc, held securely the same way Lucario had been the day before except he wore a faux-leather muzzle on his snout. As he approached the testing room, the door opened for him, held by the polar bear waiting inside. He entered.
“Morning, Doc!” He greeted the older man.
“Heya, kid.” Viktor replied.
The pair undid the straps holding the unconscious creature to the gurney and carefully placed him on the recliner.
“Read the briefing?” Questioned the bear.
“Subject seven-four-five. Just like yesterday’s subject, he’s been administered sensitivity enhancers since his capture last week.” The dragon spoke calmly and clearly. ”We’ll test the touch responsiveness of various parts of his body. No DNA collection this time, though. The briefing said so.”
Viktor grinned with satisfaction. “Very good, now–”.
“Cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Straps across his thighs and abdomen. Toe-ties on his paws.” He continued. ”The guys down in Containment sedated him twenty minutes ago, so we should have ten-or-so more minutes before it starts to wear off. Enough time to double-check the briefing and get the tools ready so we don’t have to find them mid-session.”
At hearing this, the bear let out a hearty laugh, surprising Tagus.
“Is… everything alright, Doc?”
“Sure is! Good job, kid– Uh… Sorry, what was your name, again?” he murmured, embarrassed to forget the boy’s name.
“It’s Tagus, Doc.”
“Right, good job, Tagus! Oh and drop the ‘Doc’, just call me Viktor.”
Tagus beamed with joy. “Pleased to work with you, Viktor!”