This is a fun little thing I actually wrote a while ago. I re-wrote it and
somehow the size doubled. C&C is (as always) welcome. I DO however know my
formatting sucks...this seems to be a sad fact of my life.
Neil
Narlothotep I choose you!
A lemony Pokemon/Call of Cthulhu fic.
by
N.A.Sinclair.
seraphim@sentex.net
All copyrights belonging to their original holders.
(don't try this at home kids.)
THEN
Ash felt his from slipping through the floor..
If he lost his concentration he seemed to sink down into the
Tower.
It seemed that something *pulled* him there.
It seemed that something *called* him there.
A black slab.
A glowing star.
A book.
Then he was in the tower again.
"The...the basement?" He weakly managed to stammer in askance to
the Ghost Pokemon who eyed him with concern.
They looked back... a look of fear.
***
NOW
***
"Are you sure?" Misty asked with trepidation.
She had already let the boy convince her but she just needed
to hear the words from him again.
He seemed so different today, so full of real confidence.
Not the false bluster he often faced the world with.
So much the Trainer he tried to be rather than the one he often was.
"Sure Kasum...er...Misty." Ash said stroking the girls' hand.
She was glad they were alone.
Brock had gone into the nearby town to buy some more cooking supplies
and both Tokipi and Pikachu had gone with him.
Although Ash had wanted to take his little yellow friend to the Center
for his checkup himself it was almost as if the furry creature had also
sensed his desire to be alone with the girl.
She looked at him again.
He had been different lately... and Misty had hoped for a chance to find
out more of why or how the boy had changed to be more of a man.
After she had waved a final goodbye to both her pokemon and departing
friend Misty had turned her attention to Ash.
He had been remarkably quiet all day and this sparked an interest in her.
He had in fact been different of late but she couldn't quite put her
finger on how.
Ash looked up from where he was reading a book by the fire.
Misty looked into her friends' eyes and by their answering glance
suddenly deduced that Ash might be interested in some of the things they
had whispered about together in the flickering shadows around the
campfire for the last few weeks.
She felt all shivery inside when she thought about it.
She had noticed *that* change as well.
More and more often as they had journeyed together they had
managed to brush both against each other
- their hands and bodies exchanging secret caresses.
Upon seeing Pikachu going with Brock she had taken the risk and asked
Brock to take Tokipi with him and having him checked at the Center as
well.
Brock, surprised that she was willing to part with her ward had
eagerly agreed knowing that more Pokemon meant more time at the Center
with Nurse Joy.
(Truth be told Misty felt a little uncomfortable with the idea of
her little friend watching what might happen between herself and Ash and
she knew nothing would happen between Brock and Nurse Joy (no matter how
Brock felt about the matter.)).
With Pikachu tugging at Brock's leg to encourage him onward the trio had
left a few hours ago. Knowing that with both Officer Jenny was doing her
rounds in the town and with Joy at the Center they didn't expect the trio
back 'till MUCH later.
"Possibly Days" Brock had said a dribble of drool on his chin.
***
Now, as the day ended and the sun slowly sank they were alone.
She shivered with excitement.
He put his arm around her.
When he had shed his usual vest and trademark hat he had looked so
different.
Standing before now her he wore only thin lines of coloured paint
applied in intricate designs....that and his visible desire.
His hand moved up her arm and tickled the fine hairs which grew upon it.
She had always been torn about him emotionally. Did she like him?
Or, was he simply a pain?
She was quite sure that she had to answer "yes" to both questions but
lately his annoying qualities had bothered her less and less.
She DID admire his determination and she also respected how he had learned
to value Pokemon as friends...not just things to be trapped, used.
Also, there was the fact that he was pretty good looking - in an odd sort
of way.
He had always been a brash and irresponsible though.
Then, when he found the Ghost Pokemon and those old books he had become
more serious and somehow oddly, more grown up.
It was this more grown up Ash that had convinced her that they might as
well try some of the things in the book.
All things considered, it wouldn't hurt if they failed and if they did
succeed....Well the bonus there was pretty evident.
She closed her eyes and shuddered slightly as his hands moved over her
body.
She sighed as she felt his hand on her belly gilding upwards to touch
the slightly exposed curves of her breasts.
She had promised herself that in the very next town she would buy a bra
(or even a longer shirt.) but she loved the way the material of her shirt
felt...and anyway, with a bra on she wouldn't be able to tease the boys
half as easily.
Ash's other hand rose to join it's partner and cup her. She arched
forward in an almost involuntary way.
She took her own hands and held his to her, shifting and turning
till he cradled her in front of him.
She heard his voice, whispering and chanting. and she felt a sort of
sensual lethargy in them...
He was behind her now and she could feel his hardness against her.
She pushed back and rubbed against him unable to stifle a moan.
All that was between them as they moved were her shorts and panties and
as wet as they were becoming they felt like only a small obstacle.
Chanting.
Whispering.
Words.
Sounds.
Time passed and the words and sounds became a blur in the smoke of the
sweet-smelling incense.
All she know now was that she lay naked, open and exposed.
She lay back on the stone, the opened sleeping bag beneath her only
somewhat dulling the coldness of the stone.
- It was funny how cold it felt part of her mind noted, It had been a
hot day yet none of the day's heat was in this black stone.
Her hips rocked as Ash's fingers trailed over her.
She wanted....she wasn't sure...exactly, but her hands opened and
clenched with a need.
She had touched herself furtively but he had seen her and now her hands
were tied in a way so she couldn't touch *anything* (She still couldn't
believe she had done *that*. When she touched herself in the night while
the others slept...that was different, private. Here in the open letting
her desire getting the better of her ...this was so ...naughty!)
Her body was wet with her own need and his as well as his body moved
over her tracing wet trails as it went.
Ash had also covered her with paints left over from the last town
festival they had been at. These paints first made intricate patterns
then blended and blurred into a slick lubrication as Ash rubbed into
them obscuring their already cryptic meanings.
Ash's chants were guttural now and Misty grunted up at him... her words
lost in lust.
He placed himself on top of her and in a burning single thrust entered.
They cried out then, both of them together
He, lost in the hold of her wet warmth.
She, due to a lance of tearing pain which blurred into an odd satisfying
fullness.
He began to slowly move against her then.
A delirious mixture of burning pain and pleasure.
His voice was a rasp and her voice small broken yelps.
Battling against this was the sound of the wet sop sop sop of their
bodies.
Her whines grew sharper and his guttural cries were almost
indistinguishable from hers making one sound, one call, one demand.
Misty noticed Ash's eyes were fixed beyond her head and with some effort
she managed to look in that direction.
Spinning from *nowhere* came the Thing.
It was so horrible, and it was so beautiful.
Terror came and was lost in the lust.
Misty knew she should be afraid but she found she simply didn't care.
She *did* know what she needed and her thrusting hips matching time
with Ash's were giving it to her.
With fear turned to want she suddenly lost all control of her body in
an erratic bucking and thrashing. The only thing she was aware of was
that she felt Ash do the same.
He gave a great wordless cry and thrust deeply into her as she felt his
seed in her body.
There was a great colourless flash and then oblivion.
When she regained consciousness Ash was helping her loosen her bonds.
She turned and saw the poke-ball where it had lain on the pillow just
beyond her head....the ball had taken an unnatural oily sheen...an evil
colour.
"It worked." She said in wonderment.
"Of course it worked." Ash had some of his old cocksureness although he
looked tired and somehow more gaunt.
"You know, it wouldn't have disappointed me all that much if it didn't."
She said lightly tracing an aimless line on his chest with a fingernail.
"Hey!" Ash cried out irritated that she might find some flaw in him
"That is...If it meant we had to do that again." She continued.
"Oh..." Ash blushed.
He looked so cute she thought.
"It doesn't mean we can't *practice*" She said enjoying the look of joy
that came to his face.
The way he seemed so childlike almost made her laugh.
He's still such a little boy, she thought.
"You...you think so?" He asked.
"Of course." She said.
She kissed the smeared Elder Sign painted on his forehead.
Ash blushed even deeper.
He picked up the tainted pokeball.
"Wait till Gary and I have another match." He laughed and Misty noticed a
hint of a red glow which burned in his eyes.
He took her more roughly that time.
In the start he frightened her now but when they had moved together
the quiet whispering voices in her desire spoke to her as well...of
cloudy things that slept in the deep.
After they lay spent yet again she came to him.
She began to stroke him to arousal, and as she did so she crooned a
softly, a song whose murmured words caused the grass around the stone to
whither and die.
She DID so love water pokemon.
****FIN****
I hope.
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Seraphim, the Restless Angel with a (borrowed) sword.
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Nene, Ami,
Girls with glasses. girls with computers. Pink hair. blue hair
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Robyn, Duke of Amber. Agent of Chaos.
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