Story Notes:
This project was started one evening after playing a very rousing game of Pokémon Diamond (or should I say, arousing?). After writing the first short story, Momo, I was so stunned by the reviews I received in regards to my work that I also agreed to do some requests. Thus, the growing amount of stories you see here. Each chapter, again, is actually its only little story. Save for the story with Momo, they are all based on one request or another that a reader/reviewer has given to me. Some are from Pokémon POV, some from human. Some are female POV, some are male. Some have elaborate backstory, some... not so much, all depending on what was asked and what liberties I was permitted to take. Here, you find all the short stories in one place along with the request that prompted it. I hope you enjoy.-PokegirlOh, and Ps? My Luxio still kicks a$$.*******After much thought and consideration, Matt and I have teamed up to work on the requests I've recieved. Hopefully, this will allow me to write all the wonderful challenges you've given me and make them something you'll enjoy reading. As his passionate scenes are more involved and indepth than mine, I asked if he might mind taking over that area of the stories so I could give you the quality you deserve. I hope you don't think too poorly of me... I just want them to be the best they can be and with Matt's help, I really think they'll shine!-Pokegirl
Halloween Special
"Hey, did you hear about the abandoned house on Cobbler's Bend?"
I looked over the brim of my glasses at my friend before turning my attention back to my textbook. "What about it, Lou?"
He leaned a little closer over the desk, whispering in a conspirator tone, "They say it's haunted."
"That's stupid, Louis." I turned the page.
"No, seriously!" He waved his hands around, something he tended to do when he got excited. "People have been hearing weird noises and my sister's buddy, Tony, says that he's seen someone by the curtains on the third floor."
"Dude... that house isn't haunted."
"Well, how do you know?"
"I just know, okay?"
"Jeeze, Nigel, you're no fun." Louis shook his head, as if unable to believe I could be so uncool. "Some of the guys and I are gonna stake the place out tonight, see if we can catch the Ghost. If you change your mind, let me know."
"Thanks, Lou, but I've already got plans."
This time, Louis rolled his eyes. "You're sixteen already, when are you gonna stop with that trick or treating crap?"
I just answered with a smile. "When it stops being fun."
Lou didn't press the issue, merely gave a shrug and changed the topic from Ghosts to chemistry as the teacher passed by, eyeing us in a way that made it apparent he knew we hadn't been discussing the periodic table.
=*=*=
"You sure, Nigel?" Louis walked along side me, tugging his hood up over his head as a breeze blew by, whispering of the winter that would soon be coming. "It'll be awesome, we're staying the whole night there."
"Nah, I'm good. I got a great costume this year."
He just gave me a look, furrowing his eyebrows in disapproval. "Dude."
I gave a careless shrug. "I like looking at the houses, nothing wrong with that."
"You don't need to dress up to do that," he pointed out quickly, using one of his hands to emphasis by gesturing to a house across the street, done up with a large rope netting set to look like a spider web with a huge trash bag spider at the top, looking as though it was going to drop down on any unsuspecting candy goers. "Just look around you."
"It's not the same," I tried to explain.
He shook his head and gave a wave before I could go any further, having already reached his house. "Whatever. You get sick of dressing up like Lopunny, come on over to 1313 Cobbler's Bend."
"I'm not going as a Lopunny this year!" I called after him, frowning as he gave another wave over his shoulder. Damn... you let your mom pick the costume one year and you never live it down...
Kicking a heap of leaves from the sidewalk to the air, I walked past as they floated down, a mix of bright reds and yellows. There was just no way for me to explain to Louis the feeling of being in a costume on Halloween, to be able to walk the streets and see other people wearing creative outfits. Yeah, some of them were really lame, like hobos or kids who wore street clothes with a mask, but some of them got really interesting too. Like, last year, there was a group of thirteen or fourteen in street clothes running around from door to door as a "angry mob," kinda lame but still kinda creative. There was a homemade robot a few years back, the body done from a cardboard box but the arms and legs were made from flexible tubing. He also had Christmas lights hooked up to it, something his dad probably did, so that they would blink and twinkle like buttons. Another time, there was a little kid who had a Pikachu costume on that his grandma or mom must have made because it was a LOT better quality than the kind they had in stores. He actually was really cute in it, not to sound like a pedophile or anything.
Really, though, the coolest thing was, on Halloween, no one would care what you wore or pretended to be. It was the only time of year I could get away with being whatever I wanted to be, and no one would think it was strange. This year, I had gotten the perfect costume too!
Well, alright, so I had made it, not that I'd tell Louis...
My house was only a block further than Lou's and I took the time to look at the rest of the houses along the street, imagining how they'd look tonight as a smile tugged at my lips. Reaching my house, my grin widened, seeing how the decorations looked. The yard was roped off with caution tape, a manikin's arm sticking up from the ground and a half buried head opened in a silent scream as a Rattata sat on top of its head, chewing what appeared to be one of the head's eyeballs. Another "body" was set up as if crawling away from the home, chest propped up as it reached desperately for freedom, two large, ugly Granbull creatures, flesh light green and peeling, glowing in the black lights, holding the manikins legs, preventing its escape. We had a coffin, fashioned by an uncle, made from wood and stained against the rain, that would creak open due to a motor, and a hand would reach out. I've actually hidden in it before, detached the motor, and would mimic the hand before actually rising out of the coffin in a Golpire costume, fangs bared with blood dribbling down my cheek.
Speakers were set up to provide both screams and cackles, a fog machine would also provide an unnatural mist while the strobe light flashed. Dad would most likely sit on the porch in a clown or WereArcanine costume, with a frightful looking face, sitting as though a manikin himself. Depending on the age of the trick or treater, he would just lie there or jump up and scream. Sometimes, he'd do this really creepy trick where he'd turn his head to follow you as you left but so slowly, you couldn't be sure if he actually moved or if it was just in your head.
Mom, not much of a gore person, would dress as a good witch or Clefairy, totally clashing with the rest of the decorations. It made it easier for the little kids to walk up, though they always balked at the motion sensor Zubats that would drop down squeaking. Heh, or the Gastly projection we had that would move against the white screen on the window, making it look as though there was an actual Pokémon there.
Man, Halloweens were the best.
Going inside, I kicked my shoes off at the foyer, leaving them in a pile, a leaf or two tangled in the laces. I didn't bother to untie them, too much of a hassle, and thudded up the stairs to my room, throwing my backpack at the floor of the bed. Unlike Lou, I typically got my homework done at school and today was no exception. I didn't want to have to deal with that hassle before getting ready to go out.
Sliding the closet open, I reached for the hanger where I'd been keeping my costume, gazing at it longingly from time to time during the school week, wishing I could wear it sooner.
Taking in a breath, I pulled it out, looking over my own handiwork, admiring it.
My sewing had gotten better over the years, practice and mom's coaching having a lot to do with it. I'd had the idea in my head for a while but the fabric I'd gotten had been expensive so I'd wanted to get it right the first time around.
It was rather drab in coloring, which was what I'd been going for, the dark shades of gray and lighter shades almost an exact duplicate of the Pokémon I'd originally based it off of. It had actually taken a lot of thought to pick this one, wanting something that wouldn't be too difficult to move in but still looked realistic. The eye had been the hardest part, being that it needed to be see through to make sure I wouldn't kill myself or anyone else in it. In the end, Dad had come up with the solution of using a segment of screen, like from a screen door, forming it to the shape I needed, painting it white with the red iris, and trying it that way. Oddly enough, after fitting it with a frame (to help it keep its shape and make it easier to sew it into the opening for the costume), it worked great.
The second hardest part was the mouth. I'd wanted to be able to open it and, given my hands were going to be in a different part of the costume, they wouldn't be able to open the mouth unless I could run something from the mouth to the hands. I came up with the answer to this problem myself. The mouth's lower "jaw" has a piece of fishing line on either end of it, normally staying lowered unless the string, which runs through the costume to my elbows (still inside of the costume) is tugged to the side. In essence, as long as I have my elbows out, away from the body, the mouth is closed. Pull them closer, the mouth opens.
The third and final tricky part had been the zipper. No, not the back zipper, that was easy. I needed a zipper in the front to, well, make things easier. I planned on using this costume again in the future and being that it was several shades too warm inside of it to wear clothing, I had to get creative and find a way to hide the zipper without ruining the integrity of the costume. It involved making the costume's material extend like a flap to hide the zipper while not being so long that it would become folded or creased or look like there was a zipper there. All in all though, you couldn't see a thing...
Yeah, alright, so I put some thought into this one.
Laying it on the bed, I almost hummed to myself. "Soon..." Touching the fabric, the texture thick yet still silky, I left my costume on the bed, heading downstairs to hurry and eat before it grew dark.
=*=*=
We hadn't even finished dinner when the doorbell rang, signaling the first trick or treaters had arrived (something I've noticed, you don't get ONE trick or treater, you get pairs or more). Mom went to get it, having changed into her costume upon getting home, still at the door handing out candy when I'd rushed past, heading back up into my room to get ready.
Kicking the door lightly behind me, it didn't quite close but I figured no one would be coming in so I didn't bother to shut it. Pulling off my shirt, it caught around my head and I had to yank, my glasses almost falling off. Tossing it on the bed, I pulled my socks off with my toes, unzipped my pants and kicked them to the bed as well. All I could think was, Finally, I get to wear it!
Unzipping the back zipper, I slipped my right hand in first, needing to lift the costume up so I could get my legs in. Once my legs were in, I pulled the rest of my body inside, sliding my arms into the costumes hands. My breathing sounded extra loud inside the costume, my excitement mounting. I just needed to get Mom or Dad to zip this up from behind and I was set.
I couldn't rush down the stairs this time, my eyesight limited by the costume. I gripped around for the handrail, leaning heavily on it as I took the first step down. The added weight of the costume was enough that I'd be stiff tomorrow, but I'd tried to make it as light as I could. However, the material, being as thick as it was, plus the foam, which I'd used to help keep the structure for the costume, would make this thing an inferno before too long.
With any luck, it'd be a chilly night.
I almost bumped into my mom as she was shutting the door, making her jump before she got a good look at me.
"Nigel! Give me a warning next time you do that!"
"Hey mom, zip me up?" I turned for her.
She shook her head, rolling her eyes as though asking for someone up there to grant her patience, before tugging my zipper up.
"I don't see why you just can't be a Lopunny again this year," she said. "The costume was so cute with its fluffy tail!"
She couldn't see my look through the mask but I think she knew me enough by now to guess that I was rolling my eyes. She just gave another shake of her head.
"Alright, alright. Go on, have fun and don't be out too late."
"Yes, mooooom," I said, exasperation coating my words as I drew them out.
"Be careful!" she stressed, opening the door and ushering me out...
Right into a pack of screaming five and six year olds. I guess my sudden appearance at the door, being that they hadn't rung the bell or knocked, plus the creepy atmosphere of the house, had gotten to them.
They took off for their parents before I could say anything.
=*=*=
I spent most of the night just wandering along the streets. I never actually went up to any of the houses to go get candy, just roamed by. I noticed several people jerk as I went, doing double takes to see if I really was a Pokémon or not. I gave them my best "Duuuusk," letting the mouth open in sync with the words. Heck, I even had one guy release a Pokémon on me. While I was glad about the testament to my skills, I was less than thrilled to be facing down a freaking Charizard. He apologized after realizing the mistake but still... after that, I decided to head towards the more rural part of town.
The further I went, the more the houses became spread apart, less lights and decorations marking the way. Soon, it was just a stray streetlight and the stars.
Shuffling, I gave a low cry, just to hear the echo bounce back from the trees. Hell, sounded almost real to me. But then, I heard something else.
"One, two... three, four, come and play with me some more..."
Weird, I wouldn't think anyone would be out here this late. There wasn't much point, there was no candy to get... maybe they lived in the area? It sounded like a little kid, though... Were they lost? I looked out through the eye, down at my hands. Dusclops really wasn't the type of Pokémon a kid would be happy to see but... if it really was a kid who was lost...
"Five, six... seven, eight, come on now, it will be great..."
I turned towards the direction the song seemed to be coming from and scuffled towards it, unable to run or move very quickly. I almost tripped on the curb, wincing as I stepped on the grass. I had to hope it wouldn't get stained. In the meantime, I cocked my head, listening.
Nine, ten... you lose again..."
The woods? I moved onward, the leaves rustling around my feet. I thought to call out but decided against it. If I was wrong, I didn't want anyone to know about it. Besides, I could scare the kid if I went about this the wrong way. Probably should just wait till I got close enough.
I heard laughter before the singing started over again, something like creaking or chains, I couldn't make it out from this distance. I began to move a little quicker, suddenly worried. It really didn't make any sense for anyone to be out here, so why were they?
It was difficult maneuvering through the brush. It kept catching, meaning I either had to slow down and undue it or just pull through and rush. I opted for the second, figuring I could mend any major tears and the kid's safety was more important. Yet, when I got closer, the singing suddenly stopped, though I could still hear the sounds of chains. Yeah, defiantly chains. It sounded familiar though, like...
Out from the trees, I came to what appeared to be a clearing. Not just a clearing, but a playground. There was a slide, an old fashioned merry-go-round, and a set of swings, one of which creaked, as though someone had sat there not to long ago. Looking around, I couldn't see anyone...
"Cloooops." Great, not only was I a freak in a costume, I was a freak who was hearing things too. Hitting my head with both arms, I groaned. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No one in their right mind would be out here, let alone a kid.
"Are you okay?"
I quickly pulled my hands away, looking around for the voice I'd just heard. It giggled softly, drawing my attention back to the swings where a girl sat, my age, maybe slightly older, slowly rocking on the swing.
I wanted to ask her where she'd come from but instead refrained. I hadn't noticed at first but it looked as though she was wearing a costume too. Her lip lifted, giving a cute half smile, one dimple appearing on the right side of her cheek.
"You like?" She hopped off the swing, twirling around to give me a better look.
She was wearing a dark black gown, the neckline fairly open and the sleeves long, almost dragging on the ground. The tips of the sleeves and the edge of the dress fanned from black to a dark blue, almost purple color, a red beaded belt hanging at her waist. She had a typical witches hat on her head, resting atop her pale violet hair, hair which was almost the same length as the sleeves. The edge of the hat was also a dark blue, with little, smaller fins near the base. She stopped her spin, the dress swishing around her covered feet.
"Well, what do you think?" This time, when she smiled, both dimples emerged.
"Uh..."
She gave a small frown, her lips pinching a little. "Uh-uh! You're suppose to be a Dusclops! Answer right!"
Was she serious? I gave a deep laugh, figuring why not? I was, after all, a Dusclops tonight.
"Duuuuss-clops! Dus-Dusclops!"
She laughed again, her whole face lighting up as her russet eyes sparkled. "Good!" She sat back on the swing, rocking to and fro. "Well, what should I name you, then?"
I did my best to make a questioning sound.
"Well, people are the ones who get to name Pokémon, right?" She grinned again. "And, since you're a Pokémon tonight and I'm human, that means I get to name you."
Alright, fair enough.
"How abouttt..." She stretched the word out as she thought, raising her hand to her face, her sleeve completely covering it. When the night was over, I'd have to ask her if she'd made that costume herself. "Kian?"
I shrugged my shoulders, figuring she was the one naming me, I really didn't have a preference. She just giggled again, a childish sound that belayed her actual age.
"Kian it is."
"Duuusk."
"You're really good at that, you know." Her laugher rang inside of her words, her smile infectious. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were the real deal." She ended with another giggle, closing her eyes and the dimples appearing again. Opening them, she looked back at me, still giving a wide grin. "So... if you're my Pokémon, that means you have to do whatever I say, right?"
I gave somewhat of a non-committal grunt, not really sure what she'd have me do.
"Alright!" She held herself up, her breasts puffing out as she ordered primly, "Kian... push me on the swing."
I gave a mock salute with one of my hands, lumbering over behind her. My depth perception was a little off, but I was able to clumsily give her a push. Though, now I was somewhat regretting my costume choice. If I had worn the Lopunny one, the gloves would have been a lot thinner and I could have actually felt her back.
I continued to push her to the best of my ability, trying to make sure the swing didn't slam back into me. I was fairly successful until she jumped off. For a brief moment, I thought she was gliding in the air, the sleeves of her gown and the end of it trailing gracefully behind her in such a way she almost...
But then the swing hit my midsection and I stumbled, not falling but distracted away from her while I rubbed my stomach. It hadn't hurt much, thanks to the material, but when I looked up, she'd disappeared. I thought to call out for her, but I didn't know her name. Instead, I bellowed (somewhat quietly, I'll admit, just in case someone was wandering nearby),
"DUUUUSK!"
I heard her giggle and turned to the right, seeing her on the merry-go-round. I must have just not seen her, that's all.
"Kian, spin me!" She raised her arms, her small breasts suddenly very prominent as the dress stretched taunt over them. "Come on!"
Slightly uncomfortable, I breathed out slightly, distracting myself from the sight by walking over and gripping the bars tightly before twirling them.
"Wheeee!!" Her shout rang, followed by her laughter. "Faster, Kian, faster!"
I kept from groaning, knowing that what I was thinking and what she meant were two different things but still...
Swallowing, feeling strangely hotter in my costume, most likely do to the amount of movement I was doing, I pushed the bars as they went by, spinning her faster as she'd indicated. As I spun her, she began to sing in that childlike voice I'd first heard before entering the woods.
"All around the Babiri bush, the Primeape chased the Sneasel,
The Primeape thought it 'twas all in fun,'
-Smack!- Goes the Sneasel!"
Her laughter became less childish and more of a shriek after singing the last line, her hair whipping around her face, streaming past her eyes as she cried out, "Faster!"
My head was hurting, I think from the high pitch of her laughter, but I kept spinning, trying to make it go as fast as I could till finally, I just couldn't get it to go any faster. The bars were spinning faster than I could push them.
Still, she kept laughing, halfway slumped over the bars, trying to keep her grip through her sleeves. When the ride slowed down, her laughter grew softer, becoming giggles that shook her whole body.
Oh yeah... shook her whole body...
Uh, anyway...
"That was great, Kian!" She stood up, barely able to keep herself up right. I leaned forward, planning to help keep her steady, but she tipped the other way. Placing a hand on her head, she giggled again. "Wow... I'm dizzy. That's almost as bad as a Confuse Ray, don't you think?"
"Clops?"
She shook her head but that only made it worse, if her expression was any indication. "Oh... yes, definitely worse than a Confuse Ray." She still giggled though, smiling at me. "Kian, my playhouse is close by. Do you wanna see it?"
I decided to nod, worried that she wouldn't be able to make it there otherwise if I didn't go with her. That, and oddly enough, I was having a good time.
"Alright! It's this way!" She started walking, her path uneven before she turned and retraced her steps, placing a hand on my shoulder and patting it. "Ha... I mean, this way!" She led the opposite way, equally as tipsy. It would probably be better for her to wait, but she seemed so insistent, I just followed after her.
Even wobbling as badly as she was, she was still able to maneuver faster around the trees than I was, though she did wait for me when she thought I was lagging too far behind, calling out the name she'd given me and encouraging me to hurry. I did the best I could, thankful when we finally made it to her "playhouse."
In reality, it was more of a shed, designed to be a girl's playhouse. Now, I'm not trying to be sexist when I say "girl," really. I mean, the shade of pink on the thing matched Barbie's hotrod, and from the outside, I think I could make out lace curtains. So, yeah, definitely a girl (or very gay guy's) playhouse. (Actually, I think the gay guy would have better taste...)
"Come on," she reached for my hand, tugging me gently towards the door. "Come in."
Cum in? I'd love to... I mean...
Wow. Suddenly I felt very thankful that I'd been restricted from speaking.
Entering the playhouse, the inside seemed a lot bigger than the outside. There was a desk, a chair, and a mattress with some blankets on it. It looked more like she might live here then just play here.
Didn't she have a home?
The walls, after she lit one of those old fashioned, oil lanterns, revealed a duller pink color than the outside with white trim around the windows. And yes, there were lace curtains hanging from the windows. Looking down, the floor just appeared to be wooden, but there was an oval rug that was -wait for it- pink.
She sat on the bed while I stood at the door, not sure where I should sit or would be allowed to sit or even if I should sit. She just tilted her head a little to the side, smiling at me...
And gave me the Meanest Look I have ever seen.
I tried to back away, not sure what I'd done to deserve that kind of stare, but found I couldn't move. It was as though I was paralyzed.
The look faded from her face, another smile appearing. "What's wrong, Kian?"
I opened my mouth to shout, "What do you think is wrong?!" but ended up reconsidering. Maybe it had just been a trick of the lightening, hell, what with all the Halloween stuff on my mind, I probably just imagined it.
So, instead, I just gave a sound of uncertainty.
She just smiled even more, her eyes seeming to glow in the reflection of the lamplight. Again, my head began to hurt around my temples, as though something was squeezing and applying pressure on them. But my headache was temporarily pushed aside when I noticed her leaning back, her chest arching out as she gave a soft sigh of satisfaction, looking just over her breasts to smile at me, winking once.
"You alright, Kian?" Her voice was sweet but somehow mocking, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips in a way that appeared both Attractive... and frightening. "As your trainer, it's my job to help you with any..." Her eyes flickered down, as if she could see through my costume and the boner I was so desperately trying not to have. "Difficulties," she finally said, almost purring, "that you might have."
I decided to just call it quits at that point, I mean, as enticing as she was making this sound, she was also beginning to creep me out. Yet again, when I tried to make my body turn towards the door, I found I couldn't. I heard her giggle from the bed, the sound less cute now and more foreboding.
"Now, now, Kian," she chastised, batting her lashes at me. "I haven't told you that you could go yet."
I made to answer her, to tell her to let me the fuck out, but there was a bright white light that suddenly flooded my vision, and I suddenly felt confused, disoriented. Wh...what was going on?
"Come on, Kian," she whined softly from the bed, placing one her hands on the flat of her stomach and trailing it lightly down to her thighs. "You're my Pokémon, aren't you?"
Yeah, I was, wasn't I?
My foot slid forward and she grinned at me, cooing happily. "Yes, please, Kian! I've missed you so much..."
One of her fingers, evident in the way the cloth of her sleeve stretched around it, began to stroke around her inner thighs, diverting my attention completely to what she was doing. Mouth growing dry, I watched as that single digit found an opening in her dress, a slit cut in the cloth. Then, I was privileged to watch as she glided it around the fabric, then past the fabric and lightly around and around in a circle shape where her opening was before sticking that finger gradually inside of herself, leaning her head back and gasping softly to herself.
"Oh, Kian..." she mewled, sliding her finger in and out of herself, the wetness of her juices darkening the fabric of the gown. "Please, Kian... I want you so badly..."
I didn't even realize moving forward, the only notion I had was of the ache of my shaft and how good it would feel to be slamming it inside of her. My hand fumbled with the costume, reaching for the zipper, but I was stopped.
Smiling up at me, she pressed her hand where mine had been reaching, grasping the zipper and pulling it down, the sound loud in the air. Her hand reached in, the silken cloth of her dress covering it, as she placed it on my shaft, pulling it gradually out. Still looking up at me with those falsely innocent eyes, her violet bangs partially covering them, she smiled as she placed a kiss on it and put it in her mouth, sucking lightly on the head while still sitting on the bed.
Her tiny tongue slipped under my foreskin, circling around it, playing with it, before brushing her tongue over the tip of my shaft. She pulled away, only to bring her head down closer and place a nip along the length of my dick, making my blood pulse. Again, that damn giggle as she kissed the spot she'd bit, continuing to go along the whole length of it, kissing and biting, biting and kissing, even teasing the skin in between her teeth. I squirmed, wanting more than her teasing, when she pushed herself closer to me, her breasts pushing up against my cock, the cloth of her dressing giving way till my shaft was laying between her breasts, save for that thin, shredible piece of cloth.
"Kian..." she whispered, squeezing her small but firm little breasts around my dick, using them to slide my foreskin up and down while her mouth opened to suck on my head, a muffled sound coming from her mouth that made me groan and thrust. She alternated between sucking softly and releasing my cock head to lick at it, seeming to enjoy what small amounts of pre squeezed through.
"Please, Kian," she cooed, rubbing her lips lightly against my shaft's head before looking up at me, licking it once. "Cum on me, like you used to... I love it so."
There was a slight ache in my head, as if I should be resisting this for some unfathomable reason, but it only hurt when I thought about it so I just gave in. What would it hurt, to give her what she wanted? Heck, it'd feel so good right now...
I leaned closer, thrusting harder into her. She gave an eager squeal, taking me back inside her mouth, sucking more of it in than before. Her wanton gasps came between the sounds of my dick plunging into her mouth, the suction she was giving making it slurp and slosh as I just kept going, reaching to grab her shoulders as I started jerking harder, feeling myself on the edge.
She pulled her mouth off just in time, a stream of my cum splashing against her face in an angle that struck her forehead, nose, and mouth, dribbling on to that dark dress of hers in a way that looked so enticing. I didn't get a full release though, before I knew what was happening, she was pinching at the base of my dick which was not only painful from her grip, but also from the fact that I'd been interrupted.
"Huh-ah?"
She just waved a finger, giggling. "Ah-ah, Kian. You need to save some..." She licked the cum from her lips, bringing her hand up to wipe a glob from her forehead, sticking it into her mouth and sucking it, wriggling a little. "Mmm..." She did the same for the rest of it, sliding it onto her finger and licking on it, sucking it like she had my cock a short time ago. Watching her, thinking about it, made my dick ache with unfulfillment.
When she moved to wipe the rest from her dress, I actually growled at her. She blinked, jerking her head back a little to look at me before smiling. "Alright, Kian, I'll leave it just for you." She winked and lay back on the mattress, using her fingers, the same fingers that had licked my cum, to part the slit in her dress, giving me an easy path way to her warm, eager center.
Shuffling just a little closer to the bed, I leaned over, hunching my knees a little, bracing myself on the bed. Pressing my shaft to her entry, I could feel her heat radiating through my dick. Pressing once, experimenting, I found it slick and easy to glide into. She was squirming again, parting her legs further, as if I needed more room, and whining louder.
"Kiannnn," she dragged out, "Please!"
With a grunt, I pushed all the way inside of her, not giving her a chance to get adjusted to my length. She screamed out, arching up, and I pulled out a ways before slamming back into her. It was as good as I had thought it would be, so very tight but slick enough I could plow her to my heart's content without friction getting in the way.
The mattress springs squeaked in protest but we didn't pay them any mind, at least, I didn't. Her mouth was opened, gasping, as her walls flexed even tighter around my shaft, making it difficult to move.
"Yes, Kian! Please, faster!" Just like at the merry-go-round, she was begging me, those russet eyes pleading me before shutting tightly, her body trembling in ecstasy.
"Dusssssk," I ground out, not sure why, more focused on that tight little pussy that was so intent on making me cum.
I moved my hips faster, grabbing her waist and drawing her closer, plunging myself in deeper. She cried out, her head lolling on the bed, hands digging into the sheet as she begged for more. Almost hoarse, she screamed and pleaded, needing something from me more than just speed or depth. Focusing, I gave two more thrusts before gasping, emptying myself inside of her, feeling her muscles contract as she came at the same time, her heat suddenly flaring around me, even more intense than before. They relaxed after a moment, but I could still feel her inner walls pulsing around me, milking me, working on getting every last drop of seed I had to give her.
Looking up at her, her head was turned to the side, her mouth still open as she breathed, her chest heaving as droplets of perspiration gathered around her brow. Those stains of white I'd left still marred her dress, though smeared, and her eyes were shut, overall, leaving her looking content and well satisfied.
I was baffled, then, by her next words.
"Kian... I release you."
It was like, a door unlocked inside of my head. Memories I hadn't realized I'd forgotten suddenly welcomed me like old friends, memories of a plan I'd concocted for Halloween, the same as I did every year, where I would dress up in a costume, go to a secluded location I had no knowledge of, and act out a fantasy that my Mismagius and I had created. Using Psychic, she'd sealed the plans away, the subliminal directions she'd left also hidden away so I wouldn't act on them until after I put the costume on and left the house. Then, I would find her based on those directions, we would live out the fantasy we'd discussed without me knowing till after she issued the command phrase, apparently, "I release you."
After this had sunk in, I turned my attention to my exhausted Mismagius, who gave me a smile before closing her eyes and sighing happily, her human form fading to that of her true one, her body flexing willingly around me, giving that cute little giggle I'd first fallen in love with.
=*=*=
"Man, you were right, Nigel. Last night was a total bust." Lou slammed his locker shut with a little extra force than needed. "Didn't see a single Ghost. The noise was probably just the house or some shit..."
"Not necessarily," I answered, pulling my math book from my bag and exchanging it for my English one. "Maybe it just wasn't the right time."
"What do you mean?" He leaned against his locker. "Halloween is the best night to go find Ghosts!"
"Well, maybe it was out trick or treating."
Louis laughed. "Come off it, Nigel. What kind of Ghost would go trick or treating?"
I just smiled at him, closing my locker door and clicking the lock in place, bringing a hand to absently rub the Dusk ball attached to my belt where Kamali was resting, still worn out from last night's activities.
I shrugged, hiding a chuckle. "Well...I'm sure you know best."Chapter End Notes:HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
I looked over the brim of my glasses at my friend before turning my attention back to my textbook. "What about it, Lou?"
He leaned a little closer over the desk, whispering in a conspirator tone, "They say it's haunted."
"That's stupid, Louis." I turned the page.
"No, seriously!" He waved his hands around, something he tended to do when he got excited. "People have been hearing weird noises and my sister's buddy, Tony, says that he's seen someone by the curtains on the third floor."
"Dude... that house isn't haunted."
"Well, how do you know?"
"I just know, okay?"
"Jeeze, Nigel, you're no fun." Louis shook his head, as if unable to believe I could be so uncool. "Some of the guys and I are gonna stake the place out tonight, see if we can catch the Ghost. If you change your mind, let me know."
"Thanks, Lou, but I've already got plans."
This time, Louis rolled his eyes. "You're sixteen already, when are you gonna stop with that trick or treating crap?"
I just answered with a smile. "When it stops being fun."
Lou didn't press the issue, merely gave a shrug and changed the topic from Ghosts to chemistry as the teacher passed by, eyeing us in a way that made it apparent he knew we hadn't been discussing the periodic table.
=*=*=
"You sure, Nigel?" Louis walked along side me, tugging his hood up over his head as a breeze blew by, whispering of the winter that would soon be coming. "It'll be awesome, we're staying the whole night there."
"Nah, I'm good. I got a great costume this year."
He just gave me a look, furrowing his eyebrows in disapproval. "Dude."
I gave a careless shrug. "I like looking at the houses, nothing wrong with that."
"You don't need to dress up to do that," he pointed out quickly, using one of his hands to emphasis by gesturing to a house across the street, done up with a large rope netting set to look like a spider web with a huge trash bag spider at the top, looking as though it was going to drop down on any unsuspecting candy goers. "Just look around you."
"It's not the same," I tried to explain.
He shook his head and gave a wave before I could go any further, having already reached his house. "Whatever. You get sick of dressing up like Lopunny, come on over to 1313 Cobbler's Bend."
"I'm not going as a Lopunny this year!" I called after him, frowning as he gave another wave over his shoulder. Damn... you let your mom pick the costume one year and you never live it down...
Kicking a heap of leaves from the sidewalk to the air, I walked past as they floated down, a mix of bright reds and yellows. There was just no way for me to explain to Louis the feeling of being in a costume on Halloween, to be able to walk the streets and see other people wearing creative outfits. Yeah, some of them were really lame, like hobos or kids who wore street clothes with a mask, but some of them got really interesting too. Like, last year, there was a group of thirteen or fourteen in street clothes running around from door to door as a "angry mob," kinda lame but still kinda creative. There was a homemade robot a few years back, the body done from a cardboard box but the arms and legs were made from flexible tubing. He also had Christmas lights hooked up to it, something his dad probably did, so that they would blink and twinkle like buttons. Another time, there was a little kid who had a Pikachu costume on that his grandma or mom must have made because it was a LOT better quality than the kind they had in stores. He actually was really cute in it, not to sound like a pedophile or anything.
Really, though, the coolest thing was, on Halloween, no one would care what you wore or pretended to be. It was the only time of year I could get away with being whatever I wanted to be, and no one would think it was strange. This year, I had gotten the perfect costume too!
Well, alright, so I had made it, not that I'd tell Louis...
My house was only a block further than Lou's and I took the time to look at the rest of the houses along the street, imagining how they'd look tonight as a smile tugged at my lips. Reaching my house, my grin widened, seeing how the decorations looked. The yard was roped off with caution tape, a manikin's arm sticking up from the ground and a half buried head opened in a silent scream as a Rattata sat on top of its head, chewing what appeared to be one of the head's eyeballs. Another "body" was set up as if crawling away from the home, chest propped up as it reached desperately for freedom, two large, ugly Granbull creatures, flesh light green and peeling, glowing in the black lights, holding the manikins legs, preventing its escape. We had a coffin, fashioned by an uncle, made from wood and stained against the rain, that would creak open due to a motor, and a hand would reach out. I've actually hidden in it before, detached the motor, and would mimic the hand before actually rising out of the coffin in a Golpire costume, fangs bared with blood dribbling down my cheek.
Speakers were set up to provide both screams and cackles, a fog machine would also provide an unnatural mist while the strobe light flashed. Dad would most likely sit on the porch in a clown or WereArcanine costume, with a frightful looking face, sitting as though a manikin himself. Depending on the age of the trick or treater, he would just lie there or jump up and scream. Sometimes, he'd do this really creepy trick where he'd turn his head to follow you as you left but so slowly, you couldn't be sure if he actually moved or if it was just in your head.
Mom, not much of a gore person, would dress as a good witch or Clefairy, totally clashing with the rest of the decorations. It made it easier for the little kids to walk up, though they always balked at the motion sensor Zubats that would drop down squeaking. Heh, or the Gastly projection we had that would move against the white screen on the window, making it look as though there was an actual Pokémon there.
Man, Halloweens were the best.
Going inside, I kicked my shoes off at the foyer, leaving them in a pile, a leaf or two tangled in the laces. I didn't bother to untie them, too much of a hassle, and thudded up the stairs to my room, throwing my backpack at the floor of the bed. Unlike Lou, I typically got my homework done at school and today was no exception. I didn't want to have to deal with that hassle before getting ready to go out.
Sliding the closet open, I reached for the hanger where I'd been keeping my costume, gazing at it longingly from time to time during the school week, wishing I could wear it sooner.
Taking in a breath, I pulled it out, looking over my own handiwork, admiring it.
My sewing had gotten better over the years, practice and mom's coaching having a lot to do with it. I'd had the idea in my head for a while but the fabric I'd gotten had been expensive so I'd wanted to get it right the first time around.
It was rather drab in coloring, which was what I'd been going for, the dark shades of gray and lighter shades almost an exact duplicate of the Pokémon I'd originally based it off of. It had actually taken a lot of thought to pick this one, wanting something that wouldn't be too difficult to move in but still looked realistic. The eye had been the hardest part, being that it needed to be see through to make sure I wouldn't kill myself or anyone else in it. In the end, Dad had come up with the solution of using a segment of screen, like from a screen door, forming it to the shape I needed, painting it white with the red iris, and trying it that way. Oddly enough, after fitting it with a frame (to help it keep its shape and make it easier to sew it into the opening for the costume), it worked great.
The second hardest part was the mouth. I'd wanted to be able to open it and, given my hands were going to be in a different part of the costume, they wouldn't be able to open the mouth unless I could run something from the mouth to the hands. I came up with the answer to this problem myself. The mouth's lower "jaw" has a piece of fishing line on either end of it, normally staying lowered unless the string, which runs through the costume to my elbows (still inside of the costume) is tugged to the side. In essence, as long as I have my elbows out, away from the body, the mouth is closed. Pull them closer, the mouth opens.
The third and final tricky part had been the zipper. No, not the back zipper, that was easy. I needed a zipper in the front to, well, make things easier. I planned on using this costume again in the future and being that it was several shades too warm inside of it to wear clothing, I had to get creative and find a way to hide the zipper without ruining the integrity of the costume. It involved making the costume's material extend like a flap to hide the zipper while not being so long that it would become folded or creased or look like there was a zipper there. All in all though, you couldn't see a thing...
Yeah, alright, so I put some thought into this one.
Laying it on the bed, I almost hummed to myself. "Soon..." Touching the fabric, the texture thick yet still silky, I left my costume on the bed, heading downstairs to hurry and eat before it grew dark.
=*=*=
We hadn't even finished dinner when the doorbell rang, signaling the first trick or treaters had arrived (something I've noticed, you don't get ONE trick or treater, you get pairs or more). Mom went to get it, having changed into her costume upon getting home, still at the door handing out candy when I'd rushed past, heading back up into my room to get ready.
Kicking the door lightly behind me, it didn't quite close but I figured no one would be coming in so I didn't bother to shut it. Pulling off my shirt, it caught around my head and I had to yank, my glasses almost falling off. Tossing it on the bed, I pulled my socks off with my toes, unzipped my pants and kicked them to the bed as well. All I could think was, Finally, I get to wear it!
Unzipping the back zipper, I slipped my right hand in first, needing to lift the costume up so I could get my legs in. Once my legs were in, I pulled the rest of my body inside, sliding my arms into the costumes hands. My breathing sounded extra loud inside the costume, my excitement mounting. I just needed to get Mom or Dad to zip this up from behind and I was set.
I couldn't rush down the stairs this time, my eyesight limited by the costume. I gripped around for the handrail, leaning heavily on it as I took the first step down. The added weight of the costume was enough that I'd be stiff tomorrow, but I'd tried to make it as light as I could. However, the material, being as thick as it was, plus the foam, which I'd used to help keep the structure for the costume, would make this thing an inferno before too long.
With any luck, it'd be a chilly night.
I almost bumped into my mom as she was shutting the door, making her jump before she got a good look at me.
"Nigel! Give me a warning next time you do that!"
"Hey mom, zip me up?" I turned for her.
She shook her head, rolling her eyes as though asking for someone up there to grant her patience, before tugging my zipper up.
"I don't see why you just can't be a Lopunny again this year," she said. "The costume was so cute with its fluffy tail!"
She couldn't see my look through the mask but I think she knew me enough by now to guess that I was rolling my eyes. She just gave another shake of her head.
"Alright, alright. Go on, have fun and don't be out too late."
"Yes, mooooom," I said, exasperation coating my words as I drew them out.
"Be careful!" she stressed, opening the door and ushering me out...
Right into a pack of screaming five and six year olds. I guess my sudden appearance at the door, being that they hadn't rung the bell or knocked, plus the creepy atmosphere of the house, had gotten to them.
They took off for their parents before I could say anything.
=*=*=
I spent most of the night just wandering along the streets. I never actually went up to any of the houses to go get candy, just roamed by. I noticed several people jerk as I went, doing double takes to see if I really was a Pokémon or not. I gave them my best "Duuuusk," letting the mouth open in sync with the words. Heck, I even had one guy release a Pokémon on me. While I was glad about the testament to my skills, I was less than thrilled to be facing down a freaking Charizard. He apologized after realizing the mistake but still... after that, I decided to head towards the more rural part of town.
The further I went, the more the houses became spread apart, less lights and decorations marking the way. Soon, it was just a stray streetlight and the stars.
Shuffling, I gave a low cry, just to hear the echo bounce back from the trees. Hell, sounded almost real to me. But then, I heard something else.
"One, two... three, four, come and play with me some more..."
Weird, I wouldn't think anyone would be out here this late. There wasn't much point, there was no candy to get... maybe they lived in the area? It sounded like a little kid, though... Were they lost? I looked out through the eye, down at my hands. Dusclops really wasn't the type of Pokémon a kid would be happy to see but... if it really was a kid who was lost...
"Five, six... seven, eight, come on now, it will be great..."
I turned towards the direction the song seemed to be coming from and scuffled towards it, unable to run or move very quickly. I almost tripped on the curb, wincing as I stepped on the grass. I had to hope it wouldn't get stained. In the meantime, I cocked my head, listening.
Nine, ten... you lose again..."
The woods? I moved onward, the leaves rustling around my feet. I thought to call out but decided against it. If I was wrong, I didn't want anyone to know about it. Besides, I could scare the kid if I went about this the wrong way. Probably should just wait till I got close enough.
I heard laughter before the singing started over again, something like creaking or chains, I couldn't make it out from this distance. I began to move a little quicker, suddenly worried. It really didn't make any sense for anyone to be out here, so why were they?
It was difficult maneuvering through the brush. It kept catching, meaning I either had to slow down and undue it or just pull through and rush. I opted for the second, figuring I could mend any major tears and the kid's safety was more important. Yet, when I got closer, the singing suddenly stopped, though I could still hear the sounds of chains. Yeah, defiantly chains. It sounded familiar though, like...
Out from the trees, I came to what appeared to be a clearing. Not just a clearing, but a playground. There was a slide, an old fashioned merry-go-round, and a set of swings, one of which creaked, as though someone had sat there not to long ago. Looking around, I couldn't see anyone...
"Cloooops." Great, not only was I a freak in a costume, I was a freak who was hearing things too. Hitting my head with both arms, I groaned. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No one in their right mind would be out here, let alone a kid.
"Are you okay?"
I quickly pulled my hands away, looking around for the voice I'd just heard. It giggled softly, drawing my attention back to the swings where a girl sat, my age, maybe slightly older, slowly rocking on the swing.
I wanted to ask her where she'd come from but instead refrained. I hadn't noticed at first but it looked as though she was wearing a costume too. Her lip lifted, giving a cute half smile, one dimple appearing on the right side of her cheek.
"You like?" She hopped off the swing, twirling around to give me a better look.
She was wearing a dark black gown, the neckline fairly open and the sleeves long, almost dragging on the ground. The tips of the sleeves and the edge of the dress fanned from black to a dark blue, almost purple color, a red beaded belt hanging at her waist. She had a typical witches hat on her head, resting atop her pale violet hair, hair which was almost the same length as the sleeves. The edge of the hat was also a dark blue, with little, smaller fins near the base. She stopped her spin, the dress swishing around her covered feet.
"Well, what do you think?" This time, when she smiled, both dimples emerged.
"Uh..."
She gave a small frown, her lips pinching a little. "Uh-uh! You're suppose to be a Dusclops! Answer right!"
Was she serious? I gave a deep laugh, figuring why not? I was, after all, a Dusclops tonight.
"Duuuuss-clops! Dus-Dusclops!"
She laughed again, her whole face lighting up as her russet eyes sparkled. "Good!" She sat back on the swing, rocking to and fro. "Well, what should I name you, then?"
I did my best to make a questioning sound.
"Well, people are the ones who get to name Pokémon, right?" She grinned again. "And, since you're a Pokémon tonight and I'm human, that means I get to name you."
Alright, fair enough.
"How abouttt..." She stretched the word out as she thought, raising her hand to her face, her sleeve completely covering it. When the night was over, I'd have to ask her if she'd made that costume herself. "Kian?"
I shrugged my shoulders, figuring she was the one naming me, I really didn't have a preference. She just giggled again, a childish sound that belayed her actual age.
"Kian it is."
"Duuusk."
"You're really good at that, you know." Her laugher rang inside of her words, her smile infectious. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were the real deal." She ended with another giggle, closing her eyes and the dimples appearing again. Opening them, she looked back at me, still giving a wide grin. "So... if you're my Pokémon, that means you have to do whatever I say, right?"
I gave somewhat of a non-committal grunt, not really sure what she'd have me do.
"Alright!" She held herself up, her breasts puffing out as she ordered primly, "Kian... push me on the swing."
I gave a mock salute with one of my hands, lumbering over behind her. My depth perception was a little off, but I was able to clumsily give her a push. Though, now I was somewhat regretting my costume choice. If I had worn the Lopunny one, the gloves would have been a lot thinner and I could have actually felt her back.
I continued to push her to the best of my ability, trying to make sure the swing didn't slam back into me. I was fairly successful until she jumped off. For a brief moment, I thought she was gliding in the air, the sleeves of her gown and the end of it trailing gracefully behind her in such a way she almost...
But then the swing hit my midsection and I stumbled, not falling but distracted away from her while I rubbed my stomach. It hadn't hurt much, thanks to the material, but when I looked up, she'd disappeared. I thought to call out for her, but I didn't know her name. Instead, I bellowed (somewhat quietly, I'll admit, just in case someone was wandering nearby),
"DUUUUSK!"
I heard her giggle and turned to the right, seeing her on the merry-go-round. I must have just not seen her, that's all.
"Kian, spin me!" She raised her arms, her small breasts suddenly very prominent as the dress stretched taunt over them. "Come on!"
Slightly uncomfortable, I breathed out slightly, distracting myself from the sight by walking over and gripping the bars tightly before twirling them.
"Wheeee!!" Her shout rang, followed by her laughter. "Faster, Kian, faster!"
I kept from groaning, knowing that what I was thinking and what she meant were two different things but still...
Swallowing, feeling strangely hotter in my costume, most likely do to the amount of movement I was doing, I pushed the bars as they went by, spinning her faster as she'd indicated. As I spun her, she began to sing in that childlike voice I'd first heard before entering the woods.
"All around the Babiri bush, the Primeape chased the Sneasel,
The Primeape thought it 'twas all in fun,'
-Smack!- Goes the Sneasel!"
Her laughter became less childish and more of a shriek after singing the last line, her hair whipping around her face, streaming past her eyes as she cried out, "Faster!"
My head was hurting, I think from the high pitch of her laughter, but I kept spinning, trying to make it go as fast as I could till finally, I just couldn't get it to go any faster. The bars were spinning faster than I could push them.
Still, she kept laughing, halfway slumped over the bars, trying to keep her grip through her sleeves. When the ride slowed down, her laughter grew softer, becoming giggles that shook her whole body.
Oh yeah... shook her whole body...
Uh, anyway...
"That was great, Kian!" She stood up, barely able to keep herself up right. I leaned forward, planning to help keep her steady, but she tipped the other way. Placing a hand on her head, she giggled again. "Wow... I'm dizzy. That's almost as bad as a Confuse Ray, don't you think?"
"Clops?"
She shook her head but that only made it worse, if her expression was any indication. "Oh... yes, definitely worse than a Confuse Ray." She still giggled though, smiling at me. "Kian, my playhouse is close by. Do you wanna see it?"
I decided to nod, worried that she wouldn't be able to make it there otherwise if I didn't go with her. That, and oddly enough, I was having a good time.
"Alright! It's this way!" She started walking, her path uneven before she turned and retraced her steps, placing a hand on my shoulder and patting it. "Ha... I mean, this way!" She led the opposite way, equally as tipsy. It would probably be better for her to wait, but she seemed so insistent, I just followed after her.
Even wobbling as badly as she was, she was still able to maneuver faster around the trees than I was, though she did wait for me when she thought I was lagging too far behind, calling out the name she'd given me and encouraging me to hurry. I did the best I could, thankful when we finally made it to her "playhouse."
In reality, it was more of a shed, designed to be a girl's playhouse. Now, I'm not trying to be sexist when I say "girl," really. I mean, the shade of pink on the thing matched Barbie's hotrod, and from the outside, I think I could make out lace curtains. So, yeah, definitely a girl (or very gay guy's) playhouse. (Actually, I think the gay guy would have better taste...)
"Come on," she reached for my hand, tugging me gently towards the door. "Come in."
Cum in? I'd love to... I mean...
Wow. Suddenly I felt very thankful that I'd been restricted from speaking.
Entering the playhouse, the inside seemed a lot bigger than the outside. There was a desk, a chair, and a mattress with some blankets on it. It looked more like she might live here then just play here.
Didn't she have a home?
The walls, after she lit one of those old fashioned, oil lanterns, revealed a duller pink color than the outside with white trim around the windows. And yes, there were lace curtains hanging from the windows. Looking down, the floor just appeared to be wooden, but there was an oval rug that was -wait for it- pink.
She sat on the bed while I stood at the door, not sure where I should sit or would be allowed to sit or even if I should sit. She just tilted her head a little to the side, smiling at me...
And gave me the Meanest Look I have ever seen.
I tried to back away, not sure what I'd done to deserve that kind of stare, but found I couldn't move. It was as though I was paralyzed.
The look faded from her face, another smile appearing. "What's wrong, Kian?"
I opened my mouth to shout, "What do you think is wrong?!" but ended up reconsidering. Maybe it had just been a trick of the lightening, hell, what with all the Halloween stuff on my mind, I probably just imagined it.
So, instead, I just gave a sound of uncertainty.
She just smiled even more, her eyes seeming to glow in the reflection of the lamplight. Again, my head began to hurt around my temples, as though something was squeezing and applying pressure on them. But my headache was temporarily pushed aside when I noticed her leaning back, her chest arching out as she gave a soft sigh of satisfaction, looking just over her breasts to smile at me, winking once.
"You alright, Kian?" Her voice was sweet but somehow mocking, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips in a way that appeared both Attractive... and frightening. "As your trainer, it's my job to help you with any..." Her eyes flickered down, as if she could see through my costume and the boner I was so desperately trying not to have. "Difficulties," she finally said, almost purring, "that you might have."
I decided to just call it quits at that point, I mean, as enticing as she was making this sound, she was also beginning to creep me out. Yet again, when I tried to make my body turn towards the door, I found I couldn't. I heard her giggle from the bed, the sound less cute now and more foreboding.
"Now, now, Kian," she chastised, batting her lashes at me. "I haven't told you that you could go yet."
I made to answer her, to tell her to let me the fuck out, but there was a bright white light that suddenly flooded my vision, and I suddenly felt confused, disoriented. Wh...what was going on?
"Come on, Kian," she whined softly from the bed, placing one her hands on the flat of her stomach and trailing it lightly down to her thighs. "You're my Pokémon, aren't you?"
Yeah, I was, wasn't I?
My foot slid forward and she grinned at me, cooing happily. "Yes, please, Kian! I've missed you so much..."
One of her fingers, evident in the way the cloth of her sleeve stretched around it, began to stroke around her inner thighs, diverting my attention completely to what she was doing. Mouth growing dry, I watched as that single digit found an opening in her dress, a slit cut in the cloth. Then, I was privileged to watch as she glided it around the fabric, then past the fabric and lightly around and around in a circle shape where her opening was before sticking that finger gradually inside of herself, leaning her head back and gasping softly to herself.
"Oh, Kian..." she mewled, sliding her finger in and out of herself, the wetness of her juices darkening the fabric of the gown. "Please, Kian... I want you so badly..."
I didn't even realize moving forward, the only notion I had was of the ache of my shaft and how good it would feel to be slamming it inside of her. My hand fumbled with the costume, reaching for the zipper, but I was stopped.
Smiling up at me, she pressed her hand where mine had been reaching, grasping the zipper and pulling it down, the sound loud in the air. Her hand reached in, the silken cloth of her dress covering it, as she placed it on my shaft, pulling it gradually out. Still looking up at me with those falsely innocent eyes, her violet bangs partially covering them, she smiled as she placed a kiss on it and put it in her mouth, sucking lightly on the head while still sitting on the bed.
Her tiny tongue slipped under my foreskin, circling around it, playing with it, before brushing her tongue over the tip of my shaft. She pulled away, only to bring her head down closer and place a nip along the length of my dick, making my blood pulse. Again, that damn giggle as she kissed the spot she'd bit, continuing to go along the whole length of it, kissing and biting, biting and kissing, even teasing the skin in between her teeth. I squirmed, wanting more than her teasing, when she pushed herself closer to me, her breasts pushing up against my cock, the cloth of her dressing giving way till my shaft was laying between her breasts, save for that thin, shredible piece of cloth.
"Kian..." she whispered, squeezing her small but firm little breasts around my dick, using them to slide my foreskin up and down while her mouth opened to suck on my head, a muffled sound coming from her mouth that made me groan and thrust. She alternated between sucking softly and releasing my cock head to lick at it, seeming to enjoy what small amounts of pre squeezed through.
"Please, Kian," she cooed, rubbing her lips lightly against my shaft's head before looking up at me, licking it once. "Cum on me, like you used to... I love it so."
There was a slight ache in my head, as if I should be resisting this for some unfathomable reason, but it only hurt when I thought about it so I just gave in. What would it hurt, to give her what she wanted? Heck, it'd feel so good right now...
I leaned closer, thrusting harder into her. She gave an eager squeal, taking me back inside her mouth, sucking more of it in than before. Her wanton gasps came between the sounds of my dick plunging into her mouth, the suction she was giving making it slurp and slosh as I just kept going, reaching to grab her shoulders as I started jerking harder, feeling myself on the edge.
She pulled her mouth off just in time, a stream of my cum splashing against her face in an angle that struck her forehead, nose, and mouth, dribbling on to that dark dress of hers in a way that looked so enticing. I didn't get a full release though, before I knew what was happening, she was pinching at the base of my dick which was not only painful from her grip, but also from the fact that I'd been interrupted.
"Huh-ah?"
She just waved a finger, giggling. "Ah-ah, Kian. You need to save some..." She licked the cum from her lips, bringing her hand up to wipe a glob from her forehead, sticking it into her mouth and sucking it, wriggling a little. "Mmm..." She did the same for the rest of it, sliding it onto her finger and licking on it, sucking it like she had my cock a short time ago. Watching her, thinking about it, made my dick ache with unfulfillment.
When she moved to wipe the rest from her dress, I actually growled at her. She blinked, jerking her head back a little to look at me before smiling. "Alright, Kian, I'll leave it just for you." She winked and lay back on the mattress, using her fingers, the same fingers that had licked my cum, to part the slit in her dress, giving me an easy path way to her warm, eager center.
Shuffling just a little closer to the bed, I leaned over, hunching my knees a little, bracing myself on the bed. Pressing my shaft to her entry, I could feel her heat radiating through my dick. Pressing once, experimenting, I found it slick and easy to glide into. She was squirming again, parting her legs further, as if I needed more room, and whining louder.
"Kiannnn," she dragged out, "Please!"
With a grunt, I pushed all the way inside of her, not giving her a chance to get adjusted to my length. She screamed out, arching up, and I pulled out a ways before slamming back into her. It was as good as I had thought it would be, so very tight but slick enough I could plow her to my heart's content without friction getting in the way.
The mattress springs squeaked in protest but we didn't pay them any mind, at least, I didn't. Her mouth was opened, gasping, as her walls flexed even tighter around my shaft, making it difficult to move.
"Yes, Kian! Please, faster!" Just like at the merry-go-round, she was begging me, those russet eyes pleading me before shutting tightly, her body trembling in ecstasy.
"Dusssssk," I ground out, not sure why, more focused on that tight little pussy that was so intent on making me cum.
I moved my hips faster, grabbing her waist and drawing her closer, plunging myself in deeper. She cried out, her head lolling on the bed, hands digging into the sheet as she begged for more. Almost hoarse, she screamed and pleaded, needing something from me more than just speed or depth. Focusing, I gave two more thrusts before gasping, emptying myself inside of her, feeling her muscles contract as she came at the same time, her heat suddenly flaring around me, even more intense than before. They relaxed after a moment, but I could still feel her inner walls pulsing around me, milking me, working on getting every last drop of seed I had to give her.
Looking up at her, her head was turned to the side, her mouth still open as she breathed, her chest heaving as droplets of perspiration gathered around her brow. Those stains of white I'd left still marred her dress, though smeared, and her eyes were shut, overall, leaving her looking content and well satisfied.
I was baffled, then, by her next words.
"Kian... I release you."
It was like, a door unlocked inside of my head. Memories I hadn't realized I'd forgotten suddenly welcomed me like old friends, memories of a plan I'd concocted for Halloween, the same as I did every year, where I would dress up in a costume, go to a secluded location I had no knowledge of, and act out a fantasy that my Mismagius and I had created. Using Psychic, she'd sealed the plans away, the subliminal directions she'd left also hidden away so I wouldn't act on them until after I put the costume on and left the house. Then, I would find her based on those directions, we would live out the fantasy we'd discussed without me knowing till after she issued the command phrase, apparently, "I release you."
After this had sunk in, I turned my attention to my exhausted Mismagius, who gave me a smile before closing her eyes and sighing happily, her human form fading to that of her true one, her body flexing willingly around me, giving that cute little giggle I'd first fallen in love with.
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"Man, you were right, Nigel. Last night was a total bust." Lou slammed his locker shut with a little extra force than needed. "Didn't see a single Ghost. The noise was probably just the house or some shit..."
"Not necessarily," I answered, pulling my math book from my bag and exchanging it for my English one. "Maybe it just wasn't the right time."
"What do you mean?" He leaned against his locker. "Halloween is the best night to go find Ghosts!"
"Well, maybe it was out trick or treating."
Louis laughed. "Come off it, Nigel. What kind of Ghost would go trick or treating?"
I just smiled at him, closing my locker door and clicking the lock in place, bringing a hand to absently rub the Dusk ball attached to my belt where Kamali was resting, still worn out from last night's activities.
I shrugged, hiding a chuckle. "Well...I'm sure you know best."Chapter End Notes:HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
I think I've improved since writing Momo (not quite Matt's skill, but I think few are ;) )but let me know what you think! (Matt seems to think I'm getting better too, baby steps!)
PS: Yes... I am going Trick or Treating. Yes, I am probably too old to do so. No, I don't care. Anyone with a problem can kiss my furry kitty tail. XP I'm getting candy