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Yes not two but three and a stroy ^^
Living Suit of Psyduck
by BoredAsAnythingSide
http://boredasanythingside.deviantart.com/
Two weeks ago
“Psyduck, use water gun!”
The yellow duck like creature in front of the statuesque redhead, blink slowly, and concentrated with all its might on its mighty target. Sucking in with huge force, it expelled from its mouth, about enough water to get a piece of clothing slightly damp. Appearing pleased with itself, it proceeded to do a victory dance, shouting with joy, until it was promptly tackled to the ground by the Magby that it had tried so hard to hit. It was an OHKO. Again.
“For god’s sake Psyduck…you had type advantage! The thing only hatched this morning!
A wind could have beaten it!”
“Well, I gave it a shot Misty. And hey, thanks for giving Magby his first victory!”
“Yeah… no problem”
Misty sighed and sat down on the bench behind her. Meanwhile, the yellow duck Pokémon in front of her lifted itself, clumsily and drowsily, to its feet, and looked at her questioningly. Misty just hid her head.
“9 years…9 years this has taken, and still, you come out of the ball before anyone else. Still, you die quicker that a magicarp that doesn’t even know splash. Still, your only move is only used when you get a goddamn headache. I’ve tried so hard, but if this keeps going, I’m going to retire. I can’t take the embarrassment.”
Psyduck looked sadly as its master cried silently. There was nothing it could do.
“Hey Psyduck, look at this!”
Misty pointed excitedly at a new pair of cut offs, and a bright yellow t-shirt in the window. Psyduck, having long ago given up on trying to tell Misty about the concept off clothes that weren’t yellow with cut-offs (which only seemed to cover less with time), simply nodded resignedly and sighed.
“What’s wrong? Are you still thinking about what I said the other day?”
Psyduck nodded.
“Oh please don’t! I was just a bit…tired that day, that’s all. Honestly, I don’t care if I can’t train you at all.”
“Training problems huh? I can help with that”
Misty jumped. From the shadowy alley beside her, a stooped figure appeared. The voice could have been any gender, and the face was hidden.
“Oh um….can you now?”
“Yes, and better yet, I can do it for free! All I need is an address, my dear…”
“…Okay then… here, take my card”
“You will not regret this”
And the figured faded into the shadows again. After peering in, and making sure they had gone, Misty breathed a sigh of relief.
“What a creepy guy. Honestly, I just gave him my address to get rid of him. I don’t need any help with you Psyduck”
In the alley, the figure smiled, and began preparations.
***
“What’s this?”
Misty looked down skeptically at the neat package sitting on her front step, as the postman casually drove off. He had stuffed the piece of paper in front of her so fast, she hadn’t even realized she was signing it, and now, she had her mystery box.
“Sigh…probably some new equipment for the gym I forgot about or something…”
Grunting under the surprisingly heavy weight of the package, Misty eventually slammed it down on the table top. Even more curious now, she opened the lid to reveal, sitting in a neat pile amongst the Styrofoam, a piece of…clothing?
Lifting it out, it was clear to misty that this was no ordinary piece of clothing. It seemed to be a long, very tight-looking piece of latex…Psyduck?
“What the hell…”
Misty looked at the suspiciously raunchy piece of clothing with skepticism and disgust, and then laid it down on the table side. There had to be something else hidden in the box, but try as she might, she couldn’t find anything. Looking at the base of the box, she noticed it was at least a couple of inches higher than the outside bottom. A hidden compartment eh? This was getting worse.
Finally, she noticed a small sheet hanging out of the folds of the Psyduck thing. It seemed to be a letter.
“Dear Misty,
You asked for my help, and you have received it. This poke-suit is guaranteed to make you connect with your Pokémon. Trust me on this. You will find instructions on the back.
From,
A Friend
This was getting creepier and creepier, and Misty decided to simply try and find out what was in the hidden compartment, but after many attempts, she could not poke a hoe through. Giving up at last, she instead set to work on the instructions. Down the bottom, a piece of firm tape hid the last instruction, with the words “IMPORTANT. Do not read until all other instructions are met.” Emblazoned on top. Misty sighed. She really regretted giving that creep her address now. He was just some weird fetish nutter, probably watching from her window. She moved to chuck the suit in the bin, but suddenly the phone rang. Leaving the suit unattended, she did not hear the small beep come from the strange box. But Psyduck did. Both of them.
“God, what was with the sudden popularity of me? Seemed everybody was calling or dropping in or something”
Misty slumped, exhausted from her day. Looking to the table, she noted the suit, and scowled.
“Urgh, I can deal with it in the morning. Night Psyduck”
“Psy…”
The living creature stared at the latex counterpart, with fear in its eyes. Something bad was about to happen.
“And that would be…lets see now…ah yes, the 1215th match I've lost, ever since I got you Psyduck. Issnn that amzin’”
Misty took another slug of the whiskey, and laughed at nothing, with Psyduck sat dejectedly on the floor. He had down the impossible. He had lost to magicarp. Splash had taken him out in 2 hits. It was a record. Misty really hadn’t taken it well, as the half empty bottle of whiskey smashed against the wall. It was 10 in the morning. Misty suddenly looked angrily at the suit
“Youknowhat? I…I am…Trying on that suit! No seriously, because fuck all else works”
Misty gave a drunken giggle, and Psyduck quivered. This was going from bad, to worse.
It was now the next day, and Misty had sobered up enough to drive out to the beach, and find a completely deserted section, hidden behind rocks and cliffs. This was part of her first instruction: “First, you must find a place that is familiar to your Pokémon, so in your case, a lake or the sea. This helps set the mood. It is also very important that you are ALONE with only you and your Pokémon.” Misty sighed, and picked up the suit resignedly.
“I hope this works…Come out Psyduck, you need to watch this”
Psyduck popped out of his ball, nervously looking at Misty as she slipped off her shoes and socks. It also looked nervously at the box the suit had come with, which had been suspiciously specified by the instructions.
“Okay, the instructions say to take off all your clothes, but I’m not comfortable with doing that in an open place, so I’m just going to try on the feet first. Maybe it won’t fit after all.”
Slowly, Misty slipped her first foot in, and to her dismay, found it fitted like a glove. A considerably tight glove, but not enough to excuse not wearing it. She sighed, and slipped the other foot in.
“Okay they fit so…I guess ill have to take-no, you know what? No. Screw this. I’m not doing it.”
*Beep*
“What was that?”
From the box the suit had come in, a small beep rang out, and echoed in the tip of one of the Psyducks suit’s 3 hairs. Immediately, a small shock rang through the suit, and Misty’s feet were suddenly fused to the ground.
“W-what? I…I can’t move? No, stop this, I don’t like it…”
*Beep*
Another shock, and slowly, horrifyingly, the legs of the suit began to peel up her legs, like the opposite of a banana, connecting like glue to her bare skin.
“No stop! I said I don’t want to do this! Something in the box is making it happen Psyduck, use water gun on it!”
A small trickle of water ran out of the panicking Psyduck’s mouth, and Misty sighed.
“Oh, the irony…”
The suit peeled up, and eventually meet Misty’s prized cut-offs. Instead of going around them, the suit simply swallowed them, and pressed them hard enough against Misty’s skin to cause pain. She yelped, and in a moment of resigned clarity, unbuckled her straps and pulled desperately at her shirt. Thank god for the odd through that had made her leave panties and bras at home today. However, her actions were in vain, as the suit quickly latched onto her hands, wrapping around them and sealing them in place.
“Oh god, Psyduck, do something!”
Psyduck ran forward, but just touching the suit gave him a strong enough shock to knock him out cold. Misty cried silently, as the suit pulled over her crotch.
*Beep*
Horrifyingly, the glove that had incased her hand now seemed to be acting on its own, and actually pulling the suit up her body. She tried to resist, but it was impossible, and soon the bright yellow massive of suit was wrapping around her body, her curiously flippered feet still stuck firm. The seams on the suits opened, and slowly incased the rest of her leg and torso, and finally only the head was left. The freakish deformed face of the psyduck reared its ugly head, and swallowed her face whole. She was given a moment of darkness, until the eye sockets slotted into place. Desperately she tried one last cry for help.
“Someone plea-mmmhpp!”
The beak sealed in place. She was trapped.
From the box in front of her, a muffled, electronic voice spoke.
“Encountered wild female psyduck”
Suddenly, Misty regained control of her arms and body, but her legs stayed tight.
“Wild Pokémon do not flee, unless in safari.”
She pulled roughly at the strangely breathable mask on her face, and yanked at the suit all over her body. No good, it was skin tight.
“WARNING. Body scan reveals irregularity in system. Psyduck is clothed. Commencing auto-protect system.”
Misty immediately felt a prickling, and slowly her cut-offs and top dissolved on her body, its remnants falling down to her crotched and falling out of a very suspicious pair of wholes down the bottom.
“System is back to normal. User: Trainer would like to catch Psyduck. Commencing, weakening.
“Mmmphh?”
Misty, expecting the suit to strangle her, instead felt a warm, almost pleasant hit arise from her crotch and breasts. Suddenly, she realized how exactly they meant to “Weaken” her, as the suit began to massage her traitorously erect nipples. She tried to cover it, for some reason, and tugged the suit away, but control of her hands was instantly taken from her. And used for…other reasons.
Her left hand went mechanically down, and formed the two finger salute. Misty’s eyes widened, then rolled back as the fingers hit destination zero. Her personal shame had always been her purity, and this was about as far as she had ever gone one her darkest moments. It felt electrifying. Her other hand worked to massage her breasts, and she lost control of her knees, as they buckled beneath her like a bridge in a storm. She tried to resist the pleasure, but in the end her lack of experience in the area overwhelmed her, and she let out resistant moans as her breasts began to get unbearably hot. Slowly it got worse and worse and better and better until she felt wetness in both her hands, and blushed furiously. Had she just…? She couldn’t have…came? Was that what it felt like? That primal bliss? She had been missing that all her life? Man, what a waste. She panted into her mask, as her hand withdrew, and hung limply by her side.
“Pokemon is in red health. Instigate capture mode.”
Misty had very little time to ponder what capture mode was, as the mystery false bottom of the box opened to reveal a single, exquisite poke ball. It was shaped just like any other poke ball, but something made It seem…unique.
“Mmph?”
Misty cocked her head at this strange turn of events. Pokeballs couldn’t catch humans. Maybe this was all a mistake. Then the ball flashed white, and beamed red, straight at Misty’s head. It was bright, and invaded all of her vision. She squinted hard, and tried to resist the oddly…compelling light. What was going on? What was happening? What ever it was, she was keeping her eyes shut!
She heard a rattle, as the ball shook once. Suddenly the light was brighter, and she couldn’t hold her eyes closed again. She tried to avoid looking directly into it, but it was almost pulling her in. The ball shook again, and suddenly her neck snapped to the source of the light, and she looked directly into the red. Suddenly, she could see all kinds of colors, and she could her something whispering in her ear. Was it trying to hypnotize her? No, surely not this wonderful light. It was so nice and pretty. She had to look closer.
The ball shook once more, and suddenly Misty could see the whole spectrum of colour. It was so beautiful, she could just look for ever and ever and ever and float away and forget everything…everything….just look in, and do what ever anyone says…that’s all she had to do for the light. She could hear what the whisper was saying. It was saying “obey”. How nice. She may as well obey, like any good person would. Such a nice light…she couldn’t really concentrate on anything…but…the…light…
Misty sat there for an hour, until the ball gave a little bright flash, the red light disappeared, and the robotic voice rang out once more.
“Capture complete. Would you like to get your new Pokémon a nickname? M I S T Y. MISTY authorized. Uploading: Status page. Pokemon, state your directions”
Misty’s mask opened up, and she could finally speak. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her hands were clasping her face.
“I am Misty. I am psyduck. I am a water Pokémon. I can use water gun and confusion, and I obey all of my master’s commands, because she owns all the badges you need for me: 0, because I am a stupid idiot who fell for an easy trap set up by team rocket.”
“You certainly did”
The hunched figure stepped out from the rock and threw down her hood. Misty beamed.
“My master is here! I obey team rocket, and I obey my beautiful master!”
Jesse smiled.
“You certainly do, you dumb twerp. Fell for it hook, line, and sinker. You’re team rockets now. Like the suits? They’re our new recruitment campaign. No one seems to be able to resist them, and they make great fighters for our Saturday afternoons. Oh yes, don’t think you’re the first. To give you just one example, the last fight didn’t end well for Erika, my bloom, who was soundly beaten by Sabrina the psychic. James has all the men gym leaders, god knows what’s he’s doing with them, and Meowth gets the abandoned Pokémon. But this doesn’t make sense to you, because you’re a stupid psyduck who will now do whatever I say!”
“Yes Master. I am stupid. I can’t even do water gun right.”
“…Well, Maybe not from the mouth, but ah… *ahem* from other places you seem to do alright”
“You think so master? I can show you that again, if you like!”
“I would love you to”
Misty snuggled close to Jessie, and pulled off her robe, revealing nothing but bare skin and sexual urges. Jessie smiled.
“I am so glad I put this particular data in myself”
Misty reached over and grasped firmly on Jessie’s nipple, but was batted away.
“No. You are the Pokémon. You do nothing I don’t tell you to do, and right now, I tell you to stay still!”
“I am sorry that I am such a stupid twerp.”
“That’s better, now give me a nipple, I’m glad you warmed up for me”
Jessie grasped the already wet nipple and twisted firmly. Misty screamed with glee, her body not yet over her last time. Her crotch thrusted forward, right into Jessie’s waiting dildo.
“Weren’t expecting your first to be with a girl, let alone me huh?”
“No master. I did not…ah…expecting anything because I’m stupid.”
“This particular instrument has a nice feature Misty, Its called vibration”
“What does that do-ahhhooohh…..”
It does that, my stupid bitch”
Misty giggled with the pleasure, and locked lips passionately with Jessie. In seconds, she came again, and the sand was covered in ooze.
“Fun fact misty, men can only come once. Girls can do it loads of times!”
“Good…ah…master…I am a girl, aren’t I?”
“Judging by these oversized knockers and rather nice pair of second lips there, I think you might be!”
“Oh yes master! It feels really good!”
“Dammit misty, your grunts are getting too much to bear. I’m coming. Get down there now and drink it, you piece of shit!”
“Yes maste-mmmmm……”
“…lap it up. God, it’s a buzz to see you humiliated like this, it gives me such a chill.”
“It tastes delicious master.”
“Of course it does. It tastes of victory.”
Psyduck lifted its head, and was whacked with yet another headache. This was a big one. He looked dazedly at the scene in front of him. His old enemy, Jessie, lying naked and content with a very dazed and very wet Misty drooped over her body.
“Oh, I see you’ve woken. Great work with the water gun there, had me in stitches, and nearly gave me away. Go on, you’ve lost now, run or you’ll end up in meowths slave house like the rest of them.”
Psyduck didn’t know what was going on, but he was standing his ground. Jessie smirked.
“Look at the brave psyduck. Does he want a battle then? Ok, I chose my psyduck then. Misty, get over there and use water gun.”
Misty walked clumsily over, and calmly spat in the horrified Psyducks face. Jessie laughed.
“Good, get the message. Now go home! Wait…why are you glowing? What’s wrong with your-no, wait, you can’t be…! You’re using confusion! You’ve gotten control of it Now! But who are you going to shoot huh? You wouldn’t hit misty would you? Wait, what’s with that look? NO! Don’t you dare you stupid piece of poultry shi…gah….ohh….can’t….you….broke…mind…thinking…lost…guunaa……”
Psyduck waddled past the broken Jessie, and look at Misty straight in the eye. He could see A way to fix it, if only he…The insults, the beer bottle, the glares, the hate. He remembered it all now, and realized…he didn’t want the old Misty back. Slowly, he smiled.
Two years on.
Both Jessie and Misty are still missing. The Rocket operation was shut down. New gym leaders have been assigned and the world has nearly forgotten the red-haired water leader. Everyone, except a very happy Psyduck, and very submissive pink-haired lady now referred to strangely as “PSY”
The End
