The Strangest Experience
They told him it was a bad idea. They told him not to. But Jack had never been one to listen. He was a man of science, and nothing would get in the way of his research. Little was known about his subject as spiritomb were difficult to study. For years Jack had tried to study them from afar, but after turning up nothing, he became fed up with playing it safe. If he was going to learn more, he would have to get closer than anyone had ever been...without getting hurt.
A bit of preliminary research revealed the location of a more 'docile' member of the species. An old-fashioned village hidden in an uncharted area of Sinnoh housed the creature. Apparently, it hadn't moved in years, and the townspeople built a shrine around it. For what reasons, no one really knew. Perhaps they worshiped it. Perhaps they thought the shrine would keep it contained. Either way, no one dared venture near, until now.
Ignoring the many warnings he received from the villagers, Jack made his way to the shrine. It was deep in the forest, far away from the village. A stone path marked the way. It didn't take long to reach.
The shrine was quite big, elevated by large stone slabs. The building itself was wooden, sturdy looking, and well built despite looking somewhat rushed. Its top was pointed, the pitch slightly curved. The architecture was interesting, but Jack wasn't there to waste time.
Taking two steps at a time, he traveled up its wooden stairs and came face to face with its wide open entrance. There was no door to speak of.
The inside was hollow, empty save for one object, a somewhat large rock in the middle of the room.
"This is it." Jack whispered to himself.
Cautiously, he approached the rock. He tiptoed closer and closer, finding himself annoyed with the constant creaking of old, wooden boards beneath his feet. Despite the loud noise, the spiritomb didn't move.
"Could it be sleep?" Jack couldn't say for sure. Whether or not they slept was still a mystery. A mystery he was there to solve.
The spiritomb still hadn't moved even though Jack was a foot away. If he were to get anywhere, he would have to take a few risks.
"For science."
Feeling more nervous than before, he reached his hand out. Little by little he inched his way forward. He could be the first human to touch a spiritomb and live to tell about it, he hoped. The thrill of scientific discovery spurred him on. Just a little more. He hadn't realized how much he was shaking. This was a terrible, terrible idea.
Just as Jack thought about retracting his hand, a purple cloud of what appeared to be smoke flared from the top of the rock. Like a fire with too much gas, it exploded in every direction, momentarily engulfing Jack in its thick, purple haze.
Having almost been scared into a coma, Jack hadn't moved. He could only stare in terror as the purple mist swirled around him. Within seconds, the haze began to contract, congealing around the top of the rock. Before he knew it, Jack was staring into the face of a spiritomb. Frightening to say the least.
For a while, it didn't move. It only stared at Jack, its expression unchanging. The longer Jack stared at the swirling, purple mass, the less scared he became. His curious nature once again began to take over. His hand was only an inch away, and the spiritomb didn't seem hostile, at least not yet. It was now or never.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed on to the rock only to retract his hand in pain. It was as if a jolt of electricity passed through his body. His arm tingled, his hand was burning, and his thoughts, they weren't his own. Overwhelming emotions filled his mind. Sadness, loneliness, bitterness, aggression, lust. Rumor had it that spiritomb were comprised of evil spirits. If that were true, they would have to have once been alive, and living creatures had physical needs. Even through all of these thoughts, Jack found himself wondering if two spiritomb could mate, and what it would look like. It was an interesting prospect.
He didn't have long to think about it as he felt something touching his body. Whatever it was, it started near his hips. He couldn't see it, but the imprint it left on his clothes was more than visible. He could feel it, coiling around his waist. It was too long to be an arm. It felt more like a long tentacle, and a thick one at that. More of the them wrapped around his arms and legs, and before he knew, he was trapped.
He didn't panic, at least not on the outside The last thing he needed was to show a wild pokemon he was scared. But somehow, he felt the spiritomb already knew.
The final tentacle rubbed him in a less than appropriate place. Jack had to resist yelping as it rubbed him up and down through his pants. Once again, he could see the impression it left in his clothes as it grabbed on to his growing erection.
Two thinner tentacles slithered up his chest, each of the worm-like appendages finding one of his nipples. The tentacles poked and prodded him through his shirt before realizing there wasn't much they could do. Soon after the discovery, they traveled even higher and found their way down Jack's shirt. For the first time, Jack gasped as they wiggled across his chest to once again find their targets.
In the meantime, the large tentacle at Jack's member did the same. It forced its way down his pants, into his underwear, and around his member. Jack couldn't believe he was growing aroused. He tried to move, but the spiritomb had a tight grip on his limbs. Every attempt to shake himself free only tightened the restraints, the one around his member especially.
Once he had stopped, the spiritomb went on to the next step. Slowly, it began to stroke his member. Back and forth the large tentacle moved along his length, causing Jack's breath the shudder in response. There was no hiding the pleasure it brought to his body. He couldn't hold his composure as it stroked him up and down.
Its grip was perfect, tight, but not painful. It was as if the spiritomb knew what Jack wanted. It slowed down as Jack would, and sped up when he wanted it. It knew just where to stop and twist to make Jack go weak in the knees. Its strokes changed constantly. They were long and drawn out when needed, and quick and twitchy at just the right time.
Jack soon found himself moaning and trying to thrust into the tentacle, and to his surprise, it let him. It held itself in place as he pushed forward again and again. More and more of the tentacle found its way down his pants. It coiled itself, making Jack something of a makeshift hole in which to thrust. The only thing missing was something to hold on to. Before Jack knew it, his restraints moved his arms forward where yet another invisible object waited. Jack couldn't care less about the shape. Whatever it was, he grabbed hold and thrust forward as fast as he could. He was close, already.
He grunted as he thrust forward again and again. The feeling was amazing, he couldn't stop. As the tentacles tightened around his shaft, the others twisted around his nipples, yanking them and tickling their tips. The sensation was electrifying.
Jack's member throbbed faster and faster until finally it blew. His whole body trembled as he came in his pants. Cum exploded from his tip, the numerous spurts soaking his underwear in the sticky goo. He couldn't help but jerk his body forward as he came, the additional thrusts forcing even more cum from his member.
For some time afterwards, Jack hung limp as he recovered, the spiritomb still supporting him with its invisible appendages. He didn't have the strength to move as the spiritomb pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He was still as hard as ever.
As Jack opened his eyes, his natural curiosity was peaked again as he suddenly found the spiritomb somewhat attractive. Could a spirtomb use Attract? It was an interesting thought, but it was pushed to the back Jack's mind as he continued to stare into the very attractive cloud of purple haze.
Jack hadn't realized the spiritomb let him go. As he once again walked forward, he could feel the emotions swirling in the purple vortex. They became even stronger as he touched the rock. The sharp pain and anger from before, gone, along with almost every other powerful emotion he felt earlier. The only ones left were the overwhelming senses of loneliness and lust. The discovery would have been astonishing had Jack been in his right mind.
His thoughts were clouded as he caressed the beautiful stone. His cock throbbed as he rubbed his body against it. With no hole to speak of, there was no way things could work out. But Jack didn't care. He was more than content grinding his member along the rock's surface. It was strange how amazing it felt. He couldn't stop. As if the spiritomb's lust was controlling his mind.
He could feel it growing stronger and stronger as time went on. And at the same time, he grew more and more aroused. He found himself moaning as he ground his body against the spiritomb. If he were still conscious, he would have heard the spiritomb as well, it's strange, otherworldly cries filling the room.
The spirtomb's tentacles wrapped themselves around Jack's back. Like arms around a lover, they pulled him close and held him tight.
Its inhuman moans grew louder and louder along with Jack's as he rushed towards orgasm. Neither he nor the spiritomb realized that the movement had stopped, and they were reaching ecstasy by touch alone. But neither of them cared as they reached their climax.
Jack moaned out as he came. His breath shuddered, his mind hazy. He quivered as long strings of his cum splattered across the spiritomb's body. Jack could more than feel the spiritomb's climax along with his. It filled his body and mind, making his orgasm twice as powerful. Just listening to its unearthly sounds and feeling it holding on to him sent him into to bliss.
It took hours for Jack's senses to return. When he awoke, he couldn't remember how he got on the floor, or that he had fallen asleep at all. He did, however, remember everything that happened prior.
The spiritomb was asleep, or ignoring him, he still hadn't figured which. At the moment, it looked like a fancy rock, and as much as Jack wanted to study it more, he didn't want to press his luck. He was the first to get near one of these creatures and live, and that was good enough, for now.
Pulling up his pants - ignoring the cum - he left the shrine to record his findings and tell the world. Maybe write a book about it. "The Strangest Experience." That's what he would call it. The strangest experience he had ever had.Chapter End Notes:Never again.
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A bit of preliminary research revealed the location of a more 'docile' member of the species. An old-fashioned village hidden in an uncharted area of Sinnoh housed the creature. Apparently, it hadn't moved in years, and the townspeople built a shrine around it. For what reasons, no one really knew. Perhaps they worshiped it. Perhaps they thought the shrine would keep it contained. Either way, no one dared venture near, until now.
Ignoring the many warnings he received from the villagers, Jack made his way to the shrine. It was deep in the forest, far away from the village. A stone path marked the way. It didn't take long to reach.
The shrine was quite big, elevated by large stone slabs. The building itself was wooden, sturdy looking, and well built despite looking somewhat rushed. Its top was pointed, the pitch slightly curved. The architecture was interesting, but Jack wasn't there to waste time.
Taking two steps at a time, he traveled up its wooden stairs and came face to face with its wide open entrance. There was no door to speak of.
The inside was hollow, empty save for one object, a somewhat large rock in the middle of the room.
"This is it." Jack whispered to himself.
Cautiously, he approached the rock. He tiptoed closer and closer, finding himself annoyed with the constant creaking of old, wooden boards beneath his feet. Despite the loud noise, the spiritomb didn't move.
"Could it be sleep?" Jack couldn't say for sure. Whether or not they slept was still a mystery. A mystery he was there to solve.
The spiritomb still hadn't moved even though Jack was a foot away. If he were to get anywhere, he would have to take a few risks.
"For science."
Feeling more nervous than before, he reached his hand out. Little by little he inched his way forward. He could be the first human to touch a spiritomb and live to tell about it, he hoped. The thrill of scientific discovery spurred him on. Just a little more. He hadn't realized how much he was shaking. This was a terrible, terrible idea.
Just as Jack thought about retracting his hand, a purple cloud of what appeared to be smoke flared from the top of the rock. Like a fire with too much gas, it exploded in every direction, momentarily engulfing Jack in its thick, purple haze.
Having almost been scared into a coma, Jack hadn't moved. He could only stare in terror as the purple mist swirled around him. Within seconds, the haze began to contract, congealing around the top of the rock. Before he knew it, Jack was staring into the face of a spiritomb. Frightening to say the least.
For a while, it didn't move. It only stared at Jack, its expression unchanging. The longer Jack stared at the swirling, purple mass, the less scared he became. His curious nature once again began to take over. His hand was only an inch away, and the spiritomb didn't seem hostile, at least not yet. It was now or never.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed on to the rock only to retract his hand in pain. It was as if a jolt of electricity passed through his body. His arm tingled, his hand was burning, and his thoughts, they weren't his own. Overwhelming emotions filled his mind. Sadness, loneliness, bitterness, aggression, lust. Rumor had it that spiritomb were comprised of evil spirits. If that were true, they would have to have once been alive, and living creatures had physical needs. Even through all of these thoughts, Jack found himself wondering if two spiritomb could mate, and what it would look like. It was an interesting prospect.
He didn't have long to think about it as he felt something touching his body. Whatever it was, it started near his hips. He couldn't see it, but the imprint it left on his clothes was more than visible. He could feel it, coiling around his waist. It was too long to be an arm. It felt more like a long tentacle, and a thick one at that. More of the them wrapped around his arms and legs, and before he knew, he was trapped.
He didn't panic, at least not on the outside The last thing he needed was to show a wild pokemon he was scared. But somehow, he felt the spiritomb already knew.
The final tentacle rubbed him in a less than appropriate place. Jack had to resist yelping as it rubbed him up and down through his pants. Once again, he could see the impression it left in his clothes as it grabbed on to his growing erection.
Two thinner tentacles slithered up his chest, each of the worm-like appendages finding one of his nipples. The tentacles poked and prodded him through his shirt before realizing there wasn't much they could do. Soon after the discovery, they traveled even higher and found their way down Jack's shirt. For the first time, Jack gasped as they wiggled across his chest to once again find their targets.
In the meantime, the large tentacle at Jack's member did the same. It forced its way down his pants, into his underwear, and around his member. Jack couldn't believe he was growing aroused. He tried to move, but the spiritomb had a tight grip on his limbs. Every attempt to shake himself free only tightened the restraints, the one around his member especially.
Once he had stopped, the spiritomb went on to the next step. Slowly, it began to stroke his member. Back and forth the large tentacle moved along his length, causing Jack's breath the shudder in response. There was no hiding the pleasure it brought to his body. He couldn't hold his composure as it stroked him up and down.
Its grip was perfect, tight, but not painful. It was as if the spiritomb knew what Jack wanted. It slowed down as Jack would, and sped up when he wanted it. It knew just where to stop and twist to make Jack go weak in the knees. Its strokes changed constantly. They were long and drawn out when needed, and quick and twitchy at just the right time.
Jack soon found himself moaning and trying to thrust into the tentacle, and to his surprise, it let him. It held itself in place as he pushed forward again and again. More and more of the tentacle found its way down his pants. It coiled itself, making Jack something of a makeshift hole in which to thrust. The only thing missing was something to hold on to. Before Jack knew it, his restraints moved his arms forward where yet another invisible object waited. Jack couldn't care less about the shape. Whatever it was, he grabbed hold and thrust forward as fast as he could. He was close, already.
He grunted as he thrust forward again and again. The feeling was amazing, he couldn't stop. As the tentacles tightened around his shaft, the others twisted around his nipples, yanking them and tickling their tips. The sensation was electrifying.
Jack's member throbbed faster and faster until finally it blew. His whole body trembled as he came in his pants. Cum exploded from his tip, the numerous spurts soaking his underwear in the sticky goo. He couldn't help but jerk his body forward as he came, the additional thrusts forcing even more cum from his member.
For some time afterwards, Jack hung limp as he recovered, the spiritomb still supporting him with its invisible appendages. He didn't have the strength to move as the spiritomb pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He was still as hard as ever.
As Jack opened his eyes, his natural curiosity was peaked again as he suddenly found the spiritomb somewhat attractive. Could a spirtomb use Attract? It was an interesting thought, but it was pushed to the back Jack's mind as he continued to stare into the very attractive cloud of purple haze.
Jack hadn't realized the spiritomb let him go. As he once again walked forward, he could feel the emotions swirling in the purple vortex. They became even stronger as he touched the rock. The sharp pain and anger from before, gone, along with almost every other powerful emotion he felt earlier. The only ones left were the overwhelming senses of loneliness and lust. The discovery would have been astonishing had Jack been in his right mind.
His thoughts were clouded as he caressed the beautiful stone. His cock throbbed as he rubbed his body against it. With no hole to speak of, there was no way things could work out. But Jack didn't care. He was more than content grinding his member along the rock's surface. It was strange how amazing it felt. He couldn't stop. As if the spiritomb's lust was controlling his mind.
He could feel it growing stronger and stronger as time went on. And at the same time, he grew more and more aroused. He found himself moaning as he ground his body against the spiritomb. If he were still conscious, he would have heard the spiritomb as well, it's strange, otherworldly cries filling the room.
The spirtomb's tentacles wrapped themselves around Jack's back. Like arms around a lover, they pulled him close and held him tight.
Its inhuman moans grew louder and louder along with Jack's as he rushed towards orgasm. Neither he nor the spiritomb realized that the movement had stopped, and they were reaching ecstasy by touch alone. But neither of them cared as they reached their climax.
Jack moaned out as he came. His breath shuddered, his mind hazy. He quivered as long strings of his cum splattered across the spiritomb's body. Jack could more than feel the spiritomb's climax along with his. It filled his body and mind, making his orgasm twice as powerful. Just listening to its unearthly sounds and feeling it holding on to him sent him into to bliss.
It took hours for Jack's senses to return. When he awoke, he couldn't remember how he got on the floor, or that he had fallen asleep at all. He did, however, remember everything that happened prior.
The spiritomb was asleep, or ignoring him, he still hadn't figured which. At the moment, it looked like a fancy rock, and as much as Jack wanted to study it more, he didn't want to press his luck. He was the first to get near one of these creatures and live, and that was good enough, for now.
Pulling up his pants - ignoring the cum - he left the shrine to record his findings and tell the world. Maybe write a book about it. "The Strangest Experience." That's what he would call it. The strangest experience he had ever had.Chapter End Notes:Never again.
Read, review, or enjoy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go write something hot