Story Notes:
Aerosol By Sharamore PantheraPikachu, Arcanine, Mewtwo, Delcatty, and Pokemon all belong to Nintendo.All other characters belong to me.Happy Halloween~This is dedicated for all of the gifted artists of aerosol. The gifted artists who painted my neighborhood with grand titles, and bold portraits. They could fill a canvas with millions of works, and make you appreciate each and every one. They would make you take the train twice. The first time, you'd catch a glimpse of their soul. The second, you'd return to consume it. They spoke for a whole generation, fighting the power and rebelling against all forces that opposed them. Arguing with clouds of scarlet, and debating with swirls of tangerine. Over time, they became synonymous with titles like, "Neer'do'well", or, "Defacer". Shara doesn't care what they call you, sweeties. You're Shara's Heros.Spray on.
AGNPH Halloween Theme 2009 Submission - Aerosol
I had to be at least eighty or ninety years old, looking even older for I was unkempt. I was a grand southern three-story house. A once beautiful domicile, but now clearly abandoned. The grass on my lawn was uncut, and had been for years. My once outstanding, grand, Victorian windows were boarded with cheap plywood. And my bright yellow paint, which on just the right day in June, could rival the sun, had faded away with time. I began to creak in the eerie, northbound, All Hollow's Eve wind. The air was wasn't cold, but chilly. It felt like a night with a moon, but for miles and miles in the sky all I could see was nothing. As the wind began to blow southward, it would indeed return. Bringing with it to my vintage steps, three youth. One of them would be changed forever.
I am 542 Chancellor Street, or as I'm also known as, Misses Lovette, and this is story #21
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"BULLSHIT!"
A shiver escaped his lips as he turned to what appeared to be The Reaper, The Bringer of Souls, in other words, a 4'5 Death.
"That old tale is some bullshit, alright?" He slipped off a yellow glove, pulling his Pikachu mask off before rummaging around in his orange sack. His costume was somewhat makeshift. A Yellow hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a Pikachu mask. All topped off with jagged slice of Aluminum foil hanging from a belt loop, shaped to form a lightning bolt before he painted it a bold hue of yellow, and a dull shade of brown.
"So you're telling me, some old man, DIED OF SHOCK, because he saw somebody tagging his house?"
Tony laid down his homemade broomstick-scythe with a sigh, sitting on the porches aged steps. Tony had been the voice of reason of the group for years, ironically dressed that night as the grim reaper. He wore his father's long, black night robe with pride, making sure he didn't stepping on its tails. His face had been done up with white and black face paints, to resemble a skull. Tony turned to his friend with a look an agitation.
"How many times do I need to tell you Chris, yes? For the twenty years since he's died twenty kids have-"
"BULL. SHIT. That's what I'm hearing". His jagged tail of brown and yellow began bouncing to and fro as he frantically dug around the sack, "Ah...dammit..."
As he took note of the long trail of candy behind him and the can of spray paint at his feet, he threw the sack aside, stomping the elder home's planks in frustration. "For fuck's sake..."
From the shadows of the far side of the porch, crept a figure, "Chris...this bad boy thing...isn't you..." A pink paw gripped his shoulder tightly, squeezing with an impressive force. As the paw came to light, its owner did as well. Slowly and with a silent feline stalk. Chris lazily turned his head, wrapping an arm around the feline figure's waist before giving it a stale kiss on the forehead.
"Jonni Just shut up"
She wore a Pokémon costume like her other half, complementary to each other. Jonni was a Delcatty in all aspects; she was cute, bold, and assurgent in her actions. Bearing a pink leotard with bits of pink fluff on her ankles and wrists, as well as a very realistic Delcatty mask, her costume was clearly made with more thought and love then Chris's.
She turned him around carefully, pulling off her Delcatty mask to let her long brunette hair fall before getting into his face, "Chris, you're 12!" He shrugged, chuckling to himself before digging into his pocket, pulling out his phone to check the time "So?"
Tony slowly stood, picking up his Scythe and making sure his long, black robe didn't snag. "Jonni's right...should you really be doing stuff like...stealing...and cursing?" He bent over to pick up the can, using his scythe for balance. "I-I...just don't care anymore...you've changed". He shoved the can of red spray paint into the Pikaboy's hands, "If you think you're so bad, and do it!"
Chris shrugged, pulling his mask back over his head and slipping his phone back into his pocket, "I'm fucking bad, so what? You wish you could be like me"
Jonni hmmed, tapping her chin "If you're so bad, why are you treat-or-treating, in a Pokémon costume, huh?"
The Pikaboy shrugged once more before turning to the door, "Please, I do what the hell I feel like; I don't need to answer to you anyway". Both the reaper sighed, leaning against the banister.
He began looking the door over, twenty stripes. Twenty stripes of twenty aerosol cans marked the door. They were all faded from time, Dark blues faded to a weak cyan. Blood red aged to be a faint rose. As Chris rose the can, an eerie, strong wind blew once more past the three children, pushing Jonni's mask back on. Script slowly began to appear on the door, rising as the wind blew past. Swirling as the wind rapidly changed, gusting north, blowing south, and finally returning northward. All three steadily shivered. Jonni clung onto both boys, clenching them tight as they began to clinch around each other even tighter. With each line of paint, rose a line of text from the worn wood. The words rose from top to bottom, in an old gothic script. Frozen in fear, all they could do is watch, gazing into phantom note...
"Dare you mark my home?
Dare you?
You'd drive a stake through a man's old heart
And drive his soul in two apart
I only ask for respect
Yet I only receive disrespect
Twenty times
Now Twenty one
Why must you youth defile me this way?
All I've ever done is love you
I served you
I protected you
Now all I ask is to rest in piece
But cannot I even have that?
I know I cannot stop you
So take your blood, and spew it all over my face.
You could go now, leave me be, and live.
Or assume your act forever.
Dare you mark my home?
Dare you?"
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
As the ominous text retreated into the wood, all that could be heard were the three of the four locks in it unlocking, and the scared, worrying shivers of the youth. They slowly began to back up. Never letting go of one another, releasing a shudder a fear with every pant. Hair, standing on the back's of necks. Goosebumps everywhere.
"Umm...Jonni...."
"Y-y-yes Tony?"
Tony's hand sprung open, dropping his scythe as he made a mad dash. The boy had leaped from the porch in one large bound, only stopping at the rusted out red mailbox to hurriedly shout three words.
"IMMMM NOOOOOT DYIIIING!"
Jonni bent to pick up the sickle, holding it out for the reaper. By time she could manage to run to the mailbox, he was gone. Neither hair, nor tail of him was there. She looked left, then right down the dark street. Nothing. Jonni began thinking to herself about the matter. Should she run? Would she run? Could she run? She'd rather run, but...
There was a hiss. A long, threatening hiss that ended her thought of escape. The Boa's hiss sprayed not only the ear splitting call, but the venom that would seal anyone's fate. Then, the revolver's hammer cocked, revolving to its last, remaining chamber, ready to fire its last bullet.
*Click*
She knew what that was. Without thinking, she dropped the broom, running with all the speed she could back to the porch. It had been what felt like the longest sixty feet of her life. Halfway through, she finally looked up. Chris was gone, and the door was closing.
It has 21 stripes.
"Chris! No! Don't do it!"
Jonni cried in terror, leaping over all four stairs in one long jump.
Ramming the door.
Breaking in.
Falling into darkness.
---
He blinked. Once, twice. His eyes slowly opening, adjusting to the dim light. He felt...warm. Very warm. Slowly, he sat up, getting a good look around the room. It seemed as if it were a standard in home office. He saw a wooden work desk with a chair. The desk had the usual dressings, a lamp, stationary, and a name plate that read, "Misses Lovette". Chris raised an eyebrow, attempting to hop down, but he was held by something...
"Oh, hello there".
A smiling Mewtwo held Chris in its lap, slowly petting over his ears, "I see you've waken up, sweetie".
He began to immediately thrash, yelling and threatening the Mewtwo.
"WHO ARE YOU? LET ME GO! I'LL SCREAM!"
The Mewtwo sighed, engulfing Chris in a blue glow, suspending him in are with its Psychic. It held him before a large, long mirror in the corner of the office.
"Calm down, that's not going to get you anywhere, Hun"
Chris continued to struggle and thrash, until he caught wind of the mirror...
His jagged tail...
His orange, somewhat glowing cheeks...
His now height of only a foot and a half...
"Wow...I'm a real Pikachu?"
He indeed was a real Pikachu, he had had the cheeks and tail, along with every other aspect of the the electric rodent. He was a dwarf, compared to the four times as tall Mewtwo.
The Psychic wonder held out its hand, calling the Pikachu back to its lap, "Mhmm. I told ya, "Leave me be, or assume your act forever"'. It began scritching between Chris's ears, the Pikachu fighting it, but slowly relaxing into the lap, muttering low "chus".
With a finger, the Mewtwo turned the Chu around to face it on its lap. "Chris. I'm Misses Lovette, the Spirit of the house. The house you kids have been torturing for the last 20 odd years."
His jaw dropped, "MISSES Lovette?"
She nodded with a sigh, "I know the story, and I know it all. I don't know HOW it got out I was a man....anyway! I've warned you, and you, like the twenty others before you, have ignored my plea"
Chris began to relax as she dropped her Psychic, "For a ghost...I thought you'd be scarier...and I thought the house would be, well, worse!"
Reaching into the front pocket of her blouse, she fished out a wrapped bonbon, handing it to the Chu, "Chocolate?"
"Uhhh...okay", Chris took the bonbon, unwrapping it with his tiny paws. Finding it hard to eat, being so large, deciding to just sit it in his lap and nibble it idly.
"You see Hun, I'm not mean". She smiled, holding him with a curled arm as she stood, straightening out her long, red skirt. "You kids are just always so mean to me! Now, it wouldn't be right for a nice lady like me to get aggressive, would it?"
The Pikachu grew slightly afraid now, honestly confused by Misses Lovette's demeanor, but nodding anyway. "Yeah, I get it. But, what are you going to do? And why are YOU a Mewtwo and why-"
Misses Lovette stuffed a bonbon into Chris's mouth, "You see dear, I like taking forms that the kids can connect with. This, Mewtwo is it? I understood it was very powerful, so I thought I'd take it just in case I'd need it"
Chris shrieked as she stuffed the candy in his mouth, forcing him to swallow with a rough gulp, "*Gulp* So-"
"What am I going to do with you? Ooooh, this is the fun part!"
She took Chris through a grand hallway. The hall felt so warm, so welcoming, and so full of heart. Its medium sized, candle filled chandelier spread its light through the hall, and down the stairwells. Its floors were a brilliant bare hardwood, and the walls were adorned with portraits of its former inhabitants, "Wow..."
"Yup, wonderful, isn't it? Every Halloween I get to be young again. If not only for a day, I treasure it..." she trailed off, opening the door to another small room. She sat back in a red armchair, sitting the Pikachu, once more, in her lap. "I'm going to read you a story!"
The Pikachu blew a raspberry crossing his arms, "You're a ghost, and the MOST you can scare me with a story?"
"You better listen if you don't wanna be a little yellow rat forever..."
"WHAT"? he began to thrash again, the Mewtwo calling a pre-emptive Psychic to keep him in place, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN A RAT FOREVER? YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! LEMME GOOOOOO!"
Miss Lovette sighed, rasing a hand to engulf a special book in a blue aura that sat on the mantle above the fireplace across the room. As she called the book the book to her, it would glow over the embers of the fireplace. The bright embers lit the whole room, leaving long shadows across the room. The book cast a long, odd shadow across the room as it slowly drifted. The Pikachu began to finally calm as the Mewtwo grabbed the book. She flicked it open with her right hand, flicking through its pages with ease with her Psychic power.
"Hmmm, hmmm, here!" She stopped turning the book's wheat paper pages when she hit a red cloth bookmark. Chris flicked an ear with a curious face, "Hey, that's my name!"
The Mewtress nodded with a sneer, giving him a pat on the head, "Good, you can read! Keep going!"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Chapter 21: Christopher Bridges...wait, huh?"
Digging into her blouse's front pocket, she retrieved a pair of reading glasses. As she slid them on, she used her Psychic to shut the Chu's eyes, "Now relax hun, I just want you to listen, nothing else"
He began to fidget, but eventually, as with his attempts before, he calmed. He began to fade away; the Mewtress's voice became nothing but a blur as he drifted off, not into sleep, but into what seemed to be another reality.
---
There was a sudden flash, then darkness. He opened his eyes.
The red armchair, still there.
The Mewtwo and Pikachu as well.
And the book, remained.
Everything else was drastically different.
"Now...let's see how your life'll turn out if you keep this "Bad Boy", act up"
With a snap, light instantly filled the room. There was a mattress, and four concrete walls. That was it.
"Not a bad place! Good lighting!"
Miss Lovette hmphed, "Oh, you think this is cute?" She read from the book, and the text played out.
"The door is thrust open; Jonni is thrown in by a shadow"
Instantly, as the Mewtress read, the small room's shabby plywood door sprung open. A feral Delcatty was thrown through the doorway it, onto the bed by a strange figure. The Delcatty began crying frantically as shadow then stepped into light. It was a large, strong, feral Arcanine, two times as bigger than the catty. It grabbed her by the scruff, tossing her onto the bed before hopping on top of her, digging onto her neck tightly with it's large fangs, "Look bitch, where is it?"
"JONNI!" Chris began pawing frantically at the Delcatty with whines and cries, "NO, STOP!"
The Mewtwo began to grin, holding the Chu in place once more, "Awww, you wanted this". She continued to read from the special book, "Jonni begins to cry,
Jonni began thrashing frantically, tears steadily flowing from her twinkling jewels of eyes, before she was harshly slapped with the legendary Pokémon's massive paw. "L-L-Look...I-I dunno!" The large Arcanine gave her another bellowing slap across the face before pushing his nose right up to hers, growling in lust and anger.
His sheath began to slowly thicken as he forcefully held her down, spreading her legs wide, "If I don't get my money...I'll take it some other way"
Flipping a page, she read another line, "Preparing himself, the Arcanine reared up, going deep into the Delcatty's lips"
At this point, the Pikachu was bawling at tears, attempting to break free of the vicious ties that bound him. "No! Jonni!" He cried and cried as the male's thick, and now full member, began poking and prodding at the catty's lower lips.
The Mewtress just held him, stroking down his back softly as the Arcanine began to push in, eliciting tight screams from the Delcatty. Misses Lovette began idly circling a finger around Chris's sheath, teasing his emerging member with a slight chuckle, "Chris sweetie, no matter how much you cry and plea, she can't hear you. And I think you're enjoying this..."
Jonni's screams began to increase in volume as the huge, red dog began to take her even faster. Humping away mercilessly at her with growls and pants of lust. The Arcanine clenched his jaws around the feline's neck as he held her still with his pure weight. The Pikachu's cock continued emerging as he watched, not being able to turn away...to fight it. He helplessly moaned as the Mewtwo ran a finger up and down his stout member, mrrling deep with a grin, "Then he took her deep, knotting her in his first try"
The Arcanine began to howl out in pure pleasure, his flaring knot plugging up the kitty's tight cunt. She began flailing her arms here, there, and each way, writing in the pain of the canine's huge cock. Jonni shut her eyes, panting hard as she attempted to deal with this pain, "C-Chris...."
Chris's black tipped ear perked at Jonni's call, the Pikachu now leaning back into the lap, moaning out in soft "chus". He laid there on the Mewtwo's lap, legs splayed, as she gave his full member a slightly firmer rub with her whole hand, gripping around it with tight squeezes. Chris's member began throbbing, dribbling sweet pre as he fought...
"J-Jonni...I'm here!!!"
His cheeks glowing red with discharge, Chris began humping rapidly at the Mewtress's hand, panting and "chu"ing even louder. Chris squealed in a high, almost deafening tone as he came, his cock shooting warm milk all over himself, arching his back as he splashes over his own belly and face. The Chu slowly came down from his orgasm, sighing contently and worriedly...
The Pikachu's plea and orgasm was overruled by the Arcanine's commanding howl, clenching deep into the Delcatty silencing any of her remaining cries. The Arcanine's orgasm flooded the kitty's tight pussy, driving his cream deep and hard into her. The legendary Pokémon held his position over her, going limp and panting tiredly, slapping the Delcatty about, "Bitch...wake up!". He continued to slap her, finally giving up after a few times. "Oh well, she was nothing, anyway"
"CHUUUU?" Chris sprung at hearing that, with a feat of strength, somehow breaking the Mewtwo's Psychic and jolting at the Arcanine with a Volt Tackle. With the light of a thousand fireflies, and the force of a runaway train, he hit the Arcanine's side hard, knocking it off of the bed, kneeling at Jonni's side. "Jonni! Jonni wake up! Please! Jonni!" He shook and shook her, but she wouldn't wake. Chris rose both of his paws in dramatic fashion, throwing them above his head before dropping to his knees and crying. He was soaked in blood. Jonni's blood. And before he knew it, he would be soaked in his own.
With one vicious, quick, bite, Chris went down. The Arcanine had carefully slunk to Chris's blindside, mauling him crucially with a Fire Fang at his most vulnerable point.
"Should have given me my motherfucking money...."
He slowly blacked out...very slowly, hearing voices as he began to fade
"Chris...only you can decide..."
"Your fate...."
"...don't you love them?"
Chris, turning his head slightly before finally fainting, saw nothing residing in the armchair.
---
Chris, once more, for the third time that day, awoke.
He took note of the long trail of candy behind him and the can of spray paint at his feet. Picking it up, he slid it into his pocket, before hugging both of his friends tight, "I'm so sorry...I'm done being so bad..."
While Tony just tried to figure out what was going on, Jonni squeezed both of them tight, "Just...thank you Chris. Can we go now?"
Chris smiled with a reassuring smile before giving Jonni a warm kiss on the cheek, "Yes Jonni, lets go". Walking arm and arm into the distance with his friends, changed forever would be Chris.
As he was walking down the street, Chris abruptly stopped. The moon had emerged from the thick October clouds, glowing an odd blue hue.
Jonni set down her bag, "Chris, what's wrong?"
Chris smiled, opening his bag, filled with Bonbons, "Nothing, nothing at all"
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Misses Lovette sighed in content, shutting the blinds as she saw the trio off. She sat back in her armchair, poking at the stoked flame in the fireplace.
"Not a bad boy. He reminds me of that Billy Gates that first tagged my door..."
I am 542 Chancellor Street, or as I'm also known as, Misses Lovette, and this is story #21
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"BULLSHIT!"
A shiver escaped his lips as he turned to what appeared to be The Reaper, The Bringer of Souls, in other words, a 4'5 Death.
"That old tale is some bullshit, alright?" He slipped off a yellow glove, pulling his Pikachu mask off before rummaging around in his orange sack. His costume was somewhat makeshift. A Yellow hooded sweatshirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a Pikachu mask. All topped off with jagged slice of Aluminum foil hanging from a belt loop, shaped to form a lightning bolt before he painted it a bold hue of yellow, and a dull shade of brown.
"So you're telling me, some old man, DIED OF SHOCK, because he saw somebody tagging his house?"
Tony laid down his homemade broomstick-scythe with a sigh, sitting on the porches aged steps. Tony had been the voice of reason of the group for years, ironically dressed that night as the grim reaper. He wore his father's long, black night robe with pride, making sure he didn't stepping on its tails. His face had been done up with white and black face paints, to resemble a skull. Tony turned to his friend with a look an agitation.
"How many times do I need to tell you Chris, yes? For the twenty years since he's died twenty kids have-"
"BULL. SHIT. That's what I'm hearing". His jagged tail of brown and yellow began bouncing to and fro as he frantically dug around the sack, "Ah...dammit..."
As he took note of the long trail of candy behind him and the can of spray paint at his feet, he threw the sack aside, stomping the elder home's planks in frustration. "For fuck's sake..."
From the shadows of the far side of the porch, crept a figure, "Chris...this bad boy thing...isn't you..." A pink paw gripped his shoulder tightly, squeezing with an impressive force. As the paw came to light, its owner did as well. Slowly and with a silent feline stalk. Chris lazily turned his head, wrapping an arm around the feline figure's waist before giving it a stale kiss on the forehead.
"Jonni Just shut up"
She wore a Pokémon costume like her other half, complementary to each other. Jonni was a Delcatty in all aspects; she was cute, bold, and assurgent in her actions. Bearing a pink leotard with bits of pink fluff on her ankles and wrists, as well as a very realistic Delcatty mask, her costume was clearly made with more thought and love then Chris's.
She turned him around carefully, pulling off her Delcatty mask to let her long brunette hair fall before getting into his face, "Chris, you're 12!" He shrugged, chuckling to himself before digging into his pocket, pulling out his phone to check the time "So?"
Tony slowly stood, picking up his Scythe and making sure his long, black robe didn't snag. "Jonni's right...should you really be doing stuff like...stealing...and cursing?" He bent over to pick up the can, using his scythe for balance. "I-I...just don't care anymore...you've changed". He shoved the can of red spray paint into the Pikaboy's hands, "If you think you're so bad, and do it!"
Chris shrugged, pulling his mask back over his head and slipping his phone back into his pocket, "I'm fucking bad, so what? You wish you could be like me"
Jonni hmmed, tapping her chin "If you're so bad, why are you treat-or-treating, in a Pokémon costume, huh?"
The Pikaboy shrugged once more before turning to the door, "Please, I do what the hell I feel like; I don't need to answer to you anyway". Both the reaper sighed, leaning against the banister.
He began looking the door over, twenty stripes. Twenty stripes of twenty aerosol cans marked the door. They were all faded from time, Dark blues faded to a weak cyan. Blood red aged to be a faint rose. As Chris rose the can, an eerie, strong wind blew once more past the three children, pushing Jonni's mask back on. Script slowly began to appear on the door, rising as the wind blew past. Swirling as the wind rapidly changed, gusting north, blowing south, and finally returning northward. All three steadily shivered. Jonni clung onto both boys, clenching them tight as they began to clinch around each other even tighter. With each line of paint, rose a line of text from the worn wood. The words rose from top to bottom, in an old gothic script. Frozen in fear, all they could do is watch, gazing into phantom note...
"Dare you mark my home?
Dare you?
You'd drive a stake through a man's old heart
And drive his soul in two apart
I only ask for respect
Yet I only receive disrespect
Twenty times
Now Twenty one
Why must you youth defile me this way?
All I've ever done is love you
I served you
I protected you
Now all I ask is to rest in piece
But cannot I even have that?
I know I cannot stop you
So take your blood, and spew it all over my face.
You could go now, leave me be, and live.
Or assume your act forever.
Dare you mark my home?
Dare you?"
*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
As the ominous text retreated into the wood, all that could be heard were the three of the four locks in it unlocking, and the scared, worrying shivers of the youth. They slowly began to back up. Never letting go of one another, releasing a shudder a fear with every pant. Hair, standing on the back's of necks. Goosebumps everywhere.
"Umm...Jonni...."
"Y-y-yes Tony?"
Tony's hand sprung open, dropping his scythe as he made a mad dash. The boy had leaped from the porch in one large bound, only stopping at the rusted out red mailbox to hurriedly shout three words.
"IMMMM NOOOOOT DYIIIING!"
Jonni bent to pick up the sickle, holding it out for the reaper. By time she could manage to run to the mailbox, he was gone. Neither hair, nor tail of him was there. She looked left, then right down the dark street. Nothing. Jonni began thinking to herself about the matter. Should she run? Would she run? Could she run? She'd rather run, but...
There was a hiss. A long, threatening hiss that ended her thought of escape. The Boa's hiss sprayed not only the ear splitting call, but the venom that would seal anyone's fate. Then, the revolver's hammer cocked, revolving to its last, remaining chamber, ready to fire its last bullet.
*Click*
She knew what that was. Without thinking, she dropped the broom, running with all the speed she could back to the porch. It had been what felt like the longest sixty feet of her life. Halfway through, she finally looked up. Chris was gone, and the door was closing.
It has 21 stripes.
"Chris! No! Don't do it!"
Jonni cried in terror, leaping over all four stairs in one long jump.
Ramming the door.
Breaking in.
Falling into darkness.
---
He blinked. Once, twice. His eyes slowly opening, adjusting to the dim light. He felt...warm. Very warm. Slowly, he sat up, getting a good look around the room. It seemed as if it were a standard in home office. He saw a wooden work desk with a chair. The desk had the usual dressings, a lamp, stationary, and a name plate that read, "Misses Lovette". Chris raised an eyebrow, attempting to hop down, but he was held by something...
"Oh, hello there".
A smiling Mewtwo held Chris in its lap, slowly petting over his ears, "I see you've waken up, sweetie".
He began to immediately thrash, yelling and threatening the Mewtwo.
"WHO ARE YOU? LET ME GO! I'LL SCREAM!"
The Mewtwo sighed, engulfing Chris in a blue glow, suspending him in are with its Psychic. It held him before a large, long mirror in the corner of the office.
"Calm down, that's not going to get you anywhere, Hun"
Chris continued to struggle and thrash, until he caught wind of the mirror...
His jagged tail...
His orange, somewhat glowing cheeks...
His now height of only a foot and a half...
"Wow...I'm a real Pikachu?"
He indeed was a real Pikachu, he had had the cheeks and tail, along with every other aspect of the the electric rodent. He was a dwarf, compared to the four times as tall Mewtwo.
The Psychic wonder held out its hand, calling the Pikachu back to its lap, "Mhmm. I told ya, "Leave me be, or assume your act forever"'. It began scritching between Chris's ears, the Pikachu fighting it, but slowly relaxing into the lap, muttering low "chus".
With a finger, the Mewtwo turned the Chu around to face it on its lap. "Chris. I'm Misses Lovette, the Spirit of the house. The house you kids have been torturing for the last 20 odd years."
His jaw dropped, "MISSES Lovette?"
She nodded with a sigh, "I know the story, and I know it all. I don't know HOW it got out I was a man....anyway! I've warned you, and you, like the twenty others before you, have ignored my plea"
Chris began to relax as she dropped her Psychic, "For a ghost...I thought you'd be scarier...and I thought the house would be, well, worse!"
Reaching into the front pocket of her blouse, she fished out a wrapped bonbon, handing it to the Chu, "Chocolate?"
"Uhhh...okay", Chris took the bonbon, unwrapping it with his tiny paws. Finding it hard to eat, being so large, deciding to just sit it in his lap and nibble it idly.
"You see Hun, I'm not mean". She smiled, holding him with a curled arm as she stood, straightening out her long, red skirt. "You kids are just always so mean to me! Now, it wouldn't be right for a nice lady like me to get aggressive, would it?"
The Pikachu grew slightly afraid now, honestly confused by Misses Lovette's demeanor, but nodding anyway. "Yeah, I get it. But, what are you going to do? And why are YOU a Mewtwo and why-"
Misses Lovette stuffed a bonbon into Chris's mouth, "You see dear, I like taking forms that the kids can connect with. This, Mewtwo is it? I understood it was very powerful, so I thought I'd take it just in case I'd need it"
Chris shrieked as she stuffed the candy in his mouth, forcing him to swallow with a rough gulp, "*Gulp* So-"
"What am I going to do with you? Ooooh, this is the fun part!"
She took Chris through a grand hallway. The hall felt so warm, so welcoming, and so full of heart. Its medium sized, candle filled chandelier spread its light through the hall, and down the stairwells. Its floors were a brilliant bare hardwood, and the walls were adorned with portraits of its former inhabitants, "Wow..."
"Yup, wonderful, isn't it? Every Halloween I get to be young again. If not only for a day, I treasure it..." she trailed off, opening the door to another small room. She sat back in a red armchair, sitting the Pikachu, once more, in her lap. "I'm going to read you a story!"
The Pikachu blew a raspberry crossing his arms, "You're a ghost, and the MOST you can scare me with a story?"
"You better listen if you don't wanna be a little yellow rat forever..."
"WHAT"? he began to thrash again, the Mewtwo calling a pre-emptive Psychic to keep him in place, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN A RAT FOREVER? YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! LEMME GOOOOOO!"
Miss Lovette sighed, rasing a hand to engulf a special book in a blue aura that sat on the mantle above the fireplace across the room. As she called the book the book to her, it would glow over the embers of the fireplace. The bright embers lit the whole room, leaving long shadows across the room. The book cast a long, odd shadow across the room as it slowly drifted. The Pikachu began to finally calm as the Mewtwo grabbed the book. She flicked it open with her right hand, flicking through its pages with ease with her Psychic power.
"Hmmm, hmmm, here!" She stopped turning the book's wheat paper pages when she hit a red cloth bookmark. Chris flicked an ear with a curious face, "Hey, that's my name!"
The Mewtress nodded with a sneer, giving him a pat on the head, "Good, you can read! Keep going!"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Chapter 21: Christopher Bridges...wait, huh?"
Digging into her blouse's front pocket, she retrieved a pair of reading glasses. As she slid them on, she used her Psychic to shut the Chu's eyes, "Now relax hun, I just want you to listen, nothing else"
He began to fidget, but eventually, as with his attempts before, he calmed. He began to fade away; the Mewtress's voice became nothing but a blur as he drifted off, not into sleep, but into what seemed to be another reality.
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There was a sudden flash, then darkness. He opened his eyes.
The red armchair, still there.
The Mewtwo and Pikachu as well.
And the book, remained.
Everything else was drastically different.
"Now...let's see how your life'll turn out if you keep this "Bad Boy", act up"
With a snap, light instantly filled the room. There was a mattress, and four concrete walls. That was it.
"Not a bad place! Good lighting!"
Miss Lovette hmphed, "Oh, you think this is cute?" She read from the book, and the text played out.
"The door is thrust open; Jonni is thrown in by a shadow"
Instantly, as the Mewtress read, the small room's shabby plywood door sprung open. A feral Delcatty was thrown through the doorway it, onto the bed by a strange figure. The Delcatty began crying frantically as shadow then stepped into light. It was a large, strong, feral Arcanine, two times as bigger than the catty. It grabbed her by the scruff, tossing her onto the bed before hopping on top of her, digging onto her neck tightly with it's large fangs, "Look bitch, where is it?"
"JONNI!" Chris began pawing frantically at the Delcatty with whines and cries, "NO, STOP!"
The Mewtwo began to grin, holding the Chu in place once more, "Awww, you wanted this". She continued to read from the special book, "Jonni begins to cry,
Jonni began thrashing frantically, tears steadily flowing from her twinkling jewels of eyes, before she was harshly slapped with the legendary Pokémon's massive paw. "L-L-Look...I-I dunno!" The large Arcanine gave her another bellowing slap across the face before pushing his nose right up to hers, growling in lust and anger.
His sheath began to slowly thicken as he forcefully held her down, spreading her legs wide, "If I don't get my money...I'll take it some other way"
Flipping a page, she read another line, "Preparing himself, the Arcanine reared up, going deep into the Delcatty's lips"
At this point, the Pikachu was bawling at tears, attempting to break free of the vicious ties that bound him. "No! Jonni!" He cried and cried as the male's thick, and now full member, began poking and prodding at the catty's lower lips.
The Mewtress just held him, stroking down his back softly as the Arcanine began to push in, eliciting tight screams from the Delcatty. Misses Lovette began idly circling a finger around Chris's sheath, teasing his emerging member with a slight chuckle, "Chris sweetie, no matter how much you cry and plea, she can't hear you. And I think you're enjoying this..."
Jonni's screams began to increase in volume as the huge, red dog began to take her even faster. Humping away mercilessly at her with growls and pants of lust. The Arcanine clenched his jaws around the feline's neck as he held her still with his pure weight. The Pikachu's cock continued emerging as he watched, not being able to turn away...to fight it. He helplessly moaned as the Mewtwo ran a finger up and down his stout member, mrrling deep with a grin, "Then he took her deep, knotting her in his first try"
The Arcanine began to howl out in pure pleasure, his flaring knot plugging up the kitty's tight cunt. She began flailing her arms here, there, and each way, writing in the pain of the canine's huge cock. Jonni shut her eyes, panting hard as she attempted to deal with this pain, "C-Chris...."
Chris's black tipped ear perked at Jonni's call, the Pikachu now leaning back into the lap, moaning out in soft "chus". He laid there on the Mewtwo's lap, legs splayed, as she gave his full member a slightly firmer rub with her whole hand, gripping around it with tight squeezes. Chris's member began throbbing, dribbling sweet pre as he fought...
"J-Jonni...I'm here!!!"
His cheeks glowing red with discharge, Chris began humping rapidly at the Mewtress's hand, panting and "chu"ing even louder. Chris squealed in a high, almost deafening tone as he came, his cock shooting warm milk all over himself, arching his back as he splashes over his own belly and face. The Chu slowly came down from his orgasm, sighing contently and worriedly...
The Pikachu's plea and orgasm was overruled by the Arcanine's commanding howl, clenching deep into the Delcatty silencing any of her remaining cries. The Arcanine's orgasm flooded the kitty's tight pussy, driving his cream deep and hard into her. The legendary Pokémon held his position over her, going limp and panting tiredly, slapping the Delcatty about, "Bitch...wake up!". He continued to slap her, finally giving up after a few times. "Oh well, she was nothing, anyway"
"CHUUUU?" Chris sprung at hearing that, with a feat of strength, somehow breaking the Mewtwo's Psychic and jolting at the Arcanine with a Volt Tackle. With the light of a thousand fireflies, and the force of a runaway train, he hit the Arcanine's side hard, knocking it off of the bed, kneeling at Jonni's side. "Jonni! Jonni wake up! Please! Jonni!" He shook and shook her, but she wouldn't wake. Chris rose both of his paws in dramatic fashion, throwing them above his head before dropping to his knees and crying. He was soaked in blood. Jonni's blood. And before he knew it, he would be soaked in his own.
With one vicious, quick, bite, Chris went down. The Arcanine had carefully slunk to Chris's blindside, mauling him crucially with a Fire Fang at his most vulnerable point.
"Should have given me my motherfucking money...."
He slowly blacked out...very slowly, hearing voices as he began to fade
"Chris...only you can decide..."
"Your fate...."
"...don't you love them?"
Chris, turning his head slightly before finally fainting, saw nothing residing in the armchair.
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Chris, once more, for the third time that day, awoke.
He took note of the long trail of candy behind him and the can of spray paint at his feet. Picking it up, he slid it into his pocket, before hugging both of his friends tight, "I'm so sorry...I'm done being so bad..."
While Tony just tried to figure out what was going on, Jonni squeezed both of them tight, "Just...thank you Chris. Can we go now?"
Chris smiled with a reassuring smile before giving Jonni a warm kiss on the cheek, "Yes Jonni, lets go". Walking arm and arm into the distance with his friends, changed forever would be Chris.
As he was walking down the street, Chris abruptly stopped. The moon had emerged from the thick October clouds, glowing an odd blue hue.
Jonni set down her bag, "Chris, what's wrong?"
Chris smiled, opening his bag, filled with Bonbons, "Nothing, nothing at all"
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Misses Lovette sighed in content, shutting the blinds as she saw the trio off. She sat back in her armchair, poking at the stoked flame in the fireplace.
"Not a bad boy. He reminds me of that Billy Gates that first tagged my door..."