A Heated Valentines
A Heated Valentines
**The Burnt tower, long has it been a source of mystery. No one quite knows what burned it down, what caused that fateful fire that left so many devastated and took the lives of many people.
But rumours abound, fair citizens, of ghosts that still haunt the charred, blackened ruins of the once-proud tower. It is said, that every valentines, a ghost haunts the tower,**
**intensely furious, violent and unreasonable, attempting to attack all who enter the source of its agony.
And well, fair citizens? Tonight, after dark, this write will enter the tower itself, and will reveal, once and for all, if a scorned ghost inhabits the burnt tower.
Wish me luck, Ecruteak!**
The local paper ran the story, and the writer, one Ian Carver, twenty-four, orphan, newspaper reporter, true to his word, stood outside the ruins of the once-proud tower, watching its gaping black entrance with something akin to fear, or trepidation. Saying that he was going to bravely enter the tower was one thing, actually doing it was quite another.
But squaring his shoulders, he huffed once, and marched through the gaping front door, unable to help but think as he did, how much it resembled a mouth of some giant demon waiting to consume him.
Inside the tower, it was, as the name stated, burnt, rife with wreckage of a decaying building, rubble littering the floors, and light sources few and far between. The bottom two floors were largely intact, and it was said the third floor was where the fateful fire had started. But it was the lowest floor, a basement level, that Ian was interested in. Over the years, anyone who entered the tower on valentines day reported an odd, spicy scent, and, if they lingered too long, a ghost that would chase them away. But only the males reported this. Females reported a...presence of sorts. An odd, wistful presence that followed them about, sapping their happiness, and making the trip inside the tower a dreary experience.
Stepping lightly over a fallen beam that had once born the weight of the tower, he scanned about for a staircase leading downwards. It wasn't his first time inside, but the previous excursions had all been merely for sightseeing. He'd never actually tried to get to the lower floor before.
With slightly shaking hands, he drew out his torch and flicked it on, the slightly yellowed beam cutting a wash through the darkness, sending shadows dancing crazily on the blackened walls. It wasn't that Ian was scared of the dark...he was too old for that. He was much more concerned with what might be in the dark. Wild pokemon inhabited the ruins, and the last thing he wanted was to get beaten up by one of them.
He almost smiled as the beam of his torch picked out a staircase, and he quickly strode over to it, peering down the steps cautiously, starting to creep down them slowly, not wanting to disturb the unnatural silence of this alien place.
Dust motes drifted in front of his torches beam, and he swallowed once as he heard a faint sound from ahead, quickly clapping a hand over his light, breathing hard a moment, listening hard...but the sound never came again, and he tentatively lifted his hand away from the light, letting it cut through the inky blackness again, frowning as he saw nothing...maybe the rumours of ghosts were true?
Swallowing whatever misgivings he had, he stalked further down the stairs, emerging onto the lower level. Down here it was rock, a basement hewn from the ground itself, with an odd raised area ahead. Further back, a rockslide had opened up a second, better-hidden basement area, long-disused.
But this was where the sightings were all reported. So this was where he was staying.
He stalked over to a low rock, and sat down on it, flicking his light off and peering about in the perfect darkness, giving a faint smile. He was inside! And now, all he had to do was wait. People had seen him enter, and the 'No Ghost In Burnt Tower' story was already written, waiting on his laptop at his home. All he need do is wait a few hours for credibility purposes.
Barely ten minutes into his waiting, and a faint gust of air reached him, warmer than the cold, clammy air of an underground area, and scented with an odd cinnamon-esqu smell.
Instantly, he froze, and swallowed audibly...that was the first thing that people reported, a strange scent in the air!
With hands shaking now in no small part due to fear, he lifted his torch, but left it off, not wanting to reveal his presence to an angry ghost.
He blinked rapidly as a faint glow started to coalesce somewhere in front of him, a warm, yellowish-red colour, like a roaring fire on a cold night.
Rubbing his eyes with his free hand, he closed them hard, and then opened them again, starting to breath faster as the glow grew stronger. Casting caution aside, he flicked his light on and shone it directly into the rapidly coalescing glow, his eyes widening and torch falling from his hand as a Flareon came charging out of the glow and leaped at him, eyes narrowed fiercely, paws aiming at him.
He tried to duck, but was too slow, and the surprisingly forceful hit of a full-fledged pouncing Flareon hit him, sending him flailing backwards to a winded landing on his back, panting hard up at the pokemon, and watching as it turned glowing silver eyes on him.
Ian cried out and tried to cover his face with his hands, but found they wouldn't move! He was stuck!
There was something pinning him in place, something keeping him staring into those silver eyes, and as the Flareon leaned closer, something odd happened. A rapid-fire flash of images rushed through his consciousness...
He was sitting on a rock, leaning against a human trainer, nuzzling his head against him lovingly, chest ballooning with sensations of love and affection...and somewhere in the back of his mind, he realised that he was reliving one of the ghost Flareon's memories...
"I've got to go and run errands for my grandfather." the trainer was saying, turning his face down to the Flareon, and Ian realised that there was a startling similarity between himself and that trainer.
A faint disappointment tinged him at the words of the trainer, and he smiled and reached down, picking him up and laying a firm kiss against his lips, smiling and holding him close. A sense of utter contentment filled him at that, washing through him...this was perfection, completion, a moment in time that he wished would never end...
And then the trainer was leaning down to whisper huskily in his ear, "I want to be with you..." he murmured, and he felt a hand stroking lovingly down his back, to his tail. "Wait for me here. I'll be back, and then..." he seemed to get nervous a moment, "A-and then we can...y'know." he said with a firm nod. "If you want to...?"
Ian was nodding enthusiastically, mouth opening and an almost begging 'Flllllaaare' escaping his lips, leaning up to lap lovingly at the trainers jaws, chest swelling with eagerness, breath starting to pant, feeling his body increase in temperature. "Flare-flare!"
The trainer smiled, and turned away, hugging him once more...before that vision faded.
The next one was a lightning-fast blue of emotion, sensations of worry, faint disappointment, wistfulness, eagerness, and frustration, which were slowing morphing into sadness, hungriness, thirst, and...cold.
He wanted to eat, and drink...but the trainer had promised he'd be back! So he couldn't leave! He had to wait. So they could be together!...
And then it was just cold. Cold and lonely. He was disappointed, and worried...the trainer wasn't back yet, he promised he would be. If he just waited right here, everything would be okay...
And then there was nothing, and Ian was back to being himself, sucking in a hard breath of air and shuddering, convulsing once at the intense rush of emotions. He'd felt everything that she had...and now, she was astride him, staring down at him!
As the ghost-Flareon leaned in closer to him, he realised with a start that she thought he was her trainer, returned! Oh how she must hate him, must loathe him for leaving her here to, what he could only assume was die, after promising to return. And now, she thought they were one and the same!
Again, he tried to cover his face, but he wasn't fast enough, soft, surprisingly warm lips pressing to his own, making him stiffen and go wide-eyed as he realised the Flareon was kissing him. Kissing him with a fiery intensity, breathing a hot wash of air against his own tongue as hers slipped forwards and sought to mingle with his, her eyes slowly closing and an eager purr leaving her form, her body quite amorously starting to rub over his.
He swallowed once, hard, and tried to think, tried not to give in to the mind-meltingly awesome sensation of warm lips against his own, a hand lifting to push the Flareon off him, and succeeding only in burying in her scruff and stroking gently, his breathing increasing.
She wanted him, and as his hand contacted her side, he felt her emotions, her need, her eagerness, her ultimate satisfaction that he had returned.
He realised that he had to stop this, had to tell her that he wasn't her trainer, that he was just a reporter for a small newspaper investigating her haunting. Once which he had presumed didn't actually exist!
But then she was kissing him with a feral hunger, silver eyes opening and peering down at him, her expression needy, legs shifting to straddle his waist, rubbing the hottest part of her body against the growing bulge in his pants.
And a voice whispered faintly in the back of his mind; I could just go through with it...
The realising of it almost made him sick, and he tried to push the Flareon off him, feeling disgusted with himself. Here this ghost was, needing her trainer to fulfill what she had been waiting for, for so long, to give her completion, and he had even considered using that for his own gain? The realisation of it made him feel sick.
But then, he paused, hand automatically stroking through her fur as he pondered on that thought a moment...she wanted him, needed him...She needed her trainer to come back and be with her, so that she could be complete, could rest in piece.
Or she could linger here and keep waiting for him.
The concepts swirled around his mind, and he almost made a sound of confusion. On one hand, he didn't want to use her...but on the other? If he pleased her, gave himself to her, she would be complete. She wouldn't need wait for her trainer here in this blackened tower on every valentines. She could be at peace.
But she was already making up his mind for him, raking her claws eagerly across his chest, shredding his shirt without even nicking the skin beneath, tearing the ragged clothing from his form and lapping heatedly at his chest with her hot tongue, sensually drawing her soft, moist tongue across his skin.
Ian decided in that moment that he would just have to live with any pangs of conscience he felt, so that he could lay her spirit to rest like she deserved.
With a soft purr up at him, the Flareon paused, and grinned, pointedly pressing a paw to the bulge in his pants, grinning up at him, silver eyes half-lidding, narrowing as she took the band of his pants in her paws and started to tug them down slowly, letting her tongue slide along the receding line of protection, drawing oh-so-close to the now-hard, eager cock she was revealing.
Her toungue found his tip, and he gasped aloud, arching and giving a soft cry at the sensation of warm and soft moistness that touched his sensitive flesh, a twitch of his legs following as she sensually rolled her hot tongue around his cocktip, holding him steady with a paw on either side of the base of the meatstick, her nose rubbing against it slowly as her silver eyes gazed unblinkingly into his own.
As she licked, and toyed so lovingly with his flesh, he felt her emotions, almost as if his own, sensations of heat, lust, eagerness, loving his scent, his taste, his sounds, loving the fact that she was actually doing this! She needed to please him! This was what she had waited for, for so long!
Ian shuddered all over as the hot Flareon maw parted, and pressed down over his tip, consuming it slowly, letting it rub along her tongue as it slid in, a heavenly sensation, one that made his eyes clench shut in delight and a faint, writhing convulsion to encompass his form, his hands automatically shifted to the fire pokemons head, gripping her ears gently as she pressed her delightful maw further onto his cock, the heat and soft moistness making him cry out with lust.
She loved it, every second, every little twitch of his body, even the hot scent of his arousal, increasing rapidly as she worked, eyes closing to better enjoy the sensation, blinded by lust, and her desire to please her trainer.
The Flareon's forepaws lightly pressed to his thighs, and she lapped up the length of the cock with her soft, hot tongue, her muzzle still around it, before she pressed her lips closed, and began to suck gently, just like she had always imagined doing, ears laying back and tailtip swirling rapidly against his ankles as she pleased him, breathing hotly against his stomach as she worked.
Soft gasped and long shudders escaped Ian as he sought not to just orgasm instantly under the assault her tongue and maw were putting on his length, the indescribable heat and softness of her tongue against him was maddening, and quickly, he was stroking at her ears insistently, trying to get her to stop. "S-stop! I-I can't h-hol-" the rest of his sentence drifted off as the Flareon shifted and pressed deeper on him, consuming his entire length, pressing several inches into her very throat! Anything to please her beloved.
Ian shuddered hard, and a loud cry left him in the darkness as his cock twitched in the hot maw, the Flareon quickly drawing back, and holding the very tip in her muzzle, suckling at it impossible hard, soft tongue laving against him wetly, his hands clawing at the ground beneath him as his aching length pulsed, and the first heavy ropes of his seed blasted from him.
Spurt after spurt of the gooey warm seed spilled from him, rapidly filling the Flareon's mouth, splashing over her tongue and the back of her mouth, her silver eyes narrowing as she struggled and resisted the urge to swallow, grinning at him innocently as she let the sticky seed start to seep from the edges of her muzzle, dribbling delightfully from her mouth, before she swallowed rapidly to take in the last of his lovely load, pulling back and lightly lapping at the tip of his still-throbbing length, purring and smiling at him.
He tried hard not to pass out then, reeling, head spinning at the intense sensations, twitching faintly, feeling the Flareon's happiness, her utter delight at having pleased him so, lightly lapping at him to clean him, and only serving in keeping him aroused with her soft fox tongue.
With a panting, breathless murmur, he whispered, "I want to return the favour, hun..." in the most lustful tone he could muster, grinning at her as she nodded slowly, seeming to hesitate a moment, before crawling up to lay besides him, slowly turning about, and then blushing heavily in the darkness, lit by the sensual glow of the odd coalescing motes that danced nearby, leaning forwards slowly, and then shifting that long, fluffy tail into the air.
Ian's eyes widened, and then narrowed as that yellow tail lifted high, and suddenly, her body was bared to him. Under that long tail, the red fur continued, until it reached a sliver of pink, the outer lips swollen and glistening with faint moisture, obviously needy in the extreme...and yet she had ignored it, just to please the one she wanted to be with.
A lump grew in his throat as he crawled closer to her, taking that bushy tail in his hand and shifting it out of the way a little bit, feeling his eyes mist over slightly...an odd longing started in him, to find someone like this. To have a love that was so intense that he could ignore his baser needs just to please the object of his affections.
And his desire to reunite the Flareon and her trainer grew stronger, strengthened by these thoughts...for what, other than death, could keep someone from a love that strong? And if not death, then the trainer didn't deserve to find his Flareon waiting when he came for her.
Soft fingertips found her tailbase, and held it out of the way, while he bent his head to her rear, his free hand holding her around the stomach, lightly squeezing and caressing her fur as he inhaled her potent, intoxicating scent, cinnamon-esqu, spicy, hot.
"I want to be with you..." he murmured gently to her, and watched as her blush increased in intensity, her hips wiggling at him as droplets of moisture spilled from her heated sex, urging him to give her what he said he would, and he laughed faintly. "I know love, I know." he murmured, bending down and pressing his lips to her without a moment of hesitation, making her back arch and tail curl above her back, muzzle parting and tongue lolling free.
He was determined to play his part to perfection, to put her at rest, to give her the knowledge that her trainer did love her, the he had come back for her. It was his duty.
Her little body shuddered and she pressed back at him eagerly at the touch of his tongue, her taste exploding onto his senses, causing him to pant faintly and give a soft gasp against her hot sex. It was like nothing he'd ever experiences. A hot mix of spicy and sweet tastes, with a delightfully strong tang to it that made his head spin with its heady, potent effects.
Ian's thumbs lightly held her open as he pressed his mouth to her, and firmly dug his tongue into her body, lapping at the exposed flesh, firmly rubbing his thumbs in little circles, to further the stimulation, feeling her liquids welling up from inside her to spill against, and around his tongue, dripping slowly to the ground, just a fraction away from being uncomfortably hot.
The little Flareon's body started to quiver, and his eyes widened, realising that she was so close to her peak already, just from his tongue and thumbs on her, her hot liquids welling forth more readily as he lapped at her more eagerly, firmly rolling his tongue over her exposed, slippery flesh.
Spasms of delight started in her body, and her back arched hard, her head throwing back and ears laying back flat as her tail quivered and then went tense, inner muscles clenching and convulsing around a non-existent object as hot liquids spilled back against his mouth and tongue.
Ian found himself drinking them down eagerly, enjoying her heady taste and the slippery texture of her essence, loving the primeval delights of her body.
With a long shudder, she relaxed, slowly lowering herself to the ground, limbs splayed, rear moist with her own liquids, the spicy scent of her sweat and sexual fluid filling the air as she tried to get back her breath.
With a soft smile down at her, he rolled her slowly over, onto her back, and kissed her nose lovingly. "I love you...Ember." he murmured gently, blinking at himself that he had known her name somehow, brow furrowing, before he smiled and lapped once at her muzzle, kissing her eagerly. "I want to be with you..." he murmured softly, and felt her shudder against him as she nodded vigorously, pressing up to him, eyes widening as she felt his eager tip pressing against her, spreading her hot, slick entrance around its tip.
Purring up at him, she gripped his sides with her paws, pulling him closer, which, in turn, slid the first inch into her hot body. A soft, lustful growl escaped her parted muzzle, and she pressed her lips to his eagerly, kissing him with a fiery passion, sharing the mingled taste of their own liquids back and forth in a primal, wild expression of their love.
Soft shudders passed over the Flareon as he slid himself deep inside her wildly gripping, hot insides, Ian giving a loud moan as her hot depths quivered reflexively around the intrusion, tightly coiling around his cock in a delightfully heated, soft embrace.
Gasping faintly, he started to shift into her, holding her close, pressing his cheek to hers and whispering words of love into her ears on instinct, feeling her hot cunt rippling around him, tailtip swishing against his thighs as she moaned and cried out with delight.
His body fell into an eager, firm rhythm, pressing deep into her body, holding himself there, and then drawing back, only to press it back into her eagerly accepting body, feeling an odd sense of completion flowing through him...that had to be her, finally getting what she wanted.
A lustful snarl left her, and she bared her teeth, muzzle screwing up and ears laying back, body arching, quivering as her hot, gripping folds tightening around him, constricting and massaging all at once, a splash of her liquids only making his movements easier as he started to pant into her muzzle.
Their coupling grew more passionate, bodies meshing and coiling as he drove into her rapidly, sweat mingling on their forms as her body grew hotter and hotter, approaching her final, cataclysmic orgasm as Ian started to pant hotly into her mouth, breath coming hard and fast, spilling pre rapidly into her tight depths.
Her ears folded back further, and her teeth bared fully as she snarled, surprisingly fiercely, at the roof, body arching and convulsing under him, her form gripping tight around him, squeezing, milking, coaxing, and with a roar of pleasure, Ian drove into her and spilled his hot load deep into her heated body.
Ember shuddered hard and squealed aloud as she felt the warm spurts of gooey, sticky warmth splashing deep into her eager body, flooding her, finally giving her what she needed. She was complete, now, one with her beloved.
Ian wasn't aware of having fallen asleep, but when he jerked away, he was no longer on top of the Flareon. Rather, she was standing besides him, staring at him with a tilted head, tailtip lightly swishing, smiling, observing his form, her eyes no longer that odd silver, but a shining, vibrant blue, and he realised quite suddenly that she knew...she knew that he wasn't her trainer.
The worst possible eventuality for his little 'plan'.
"I-I'm sorry!" he gasped, quickly rolling into a sitting position and backing away. "I thought I could help you!"
The Flareon sauntered closer, and lightly nuzzled her cheek against his, and as she did, he felt her emotions...she was content, completed. He had come back for her.
Confusion hit him then, and his brows furrowed, blinking at her once. "I...I'm not your trainer." he admitted, swallowing thickly a moment. "I'm sorry..."
The Flareon shook her head slowly, and lifted his head with a paw under his chin, so that he was forced to peer into her eyes.
The ghostly Flareon's eyes glowed a moment, and Ian reeled backwards with a cry as images flashed across his vision again.
He was walking home, carrying a package from his grandfather, some kind of new invention, when someone stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"Give over the goods, kid, and you'll have no trouble." the man said, tossing a pokeball in one hand, before releasing a Scyther in a flare of red light.
"It's not yours!" he said defiantly, and tried to step past the man, only to be blocked firmly. "I'm taking it anyhow." he said, and reached for the package.
He stepped back, dropped the package, and then swung a heavy fist at the man...The Scyther was faster though.
Reacting on instinct, it slashed forwards, aiming with its scythes, and there was a flash of pain, his brows furrowing, uncomprehendingly, as he saw the Scyther's blade protruding from his chest.
He fell backwards hard into the ground, and Ember's pokeball went rolling away from him, just out of arms reach. His fingertips reached for it, and he gave a sigh. If only Ember had been with him...he never kept her in her ball, that was cruel.
If only she had been with him...
Ian held his head in his hand, fingertips clawing at his scalp as he tried to distance himself from the memories, reeling from the presence of two different consciousness's in his head.
"E-ember?" he asked, eyes opening and raising to her. He remembered. He remembered everything. It was a shocking realisation. He wasn't Ian...he was, but before that, he was Nick. Nick Asyl, and he had been kept from his love minutes before they were to be one.
He died there, on the ground, his lifeblood slowly oozing from his body, Ember's name on his lips as he'd given up life, and then, he was somewhere else. Somewhere nice, somewhere happy.
Somehow, he could sense Ember, waiting for him, and it hurt him so deeply to not be able to be with her, to break his promise to her.
And it still hurt, years afterwards, when she waited for him so faithfully, defying even the grips of death to stay for him.
And so, he had come back for her, the only way he could.
"I-I'm sorry Ember." he murmured, dragging her into his arms and holding her close, feeling tears splash down his cheeks. "Please forgive me for making you wait so long...?"
The Flareon smiled and nuzzled against his cheek lovingly, their emotions mingling again. She was happy he had come back...he had kept his promise, there was nothing else.
"Ember..." he murmured gently, stroking at her sides. "I...gave up whatever it was that I had. I had to come back for you." he said, wiping his eyes with his arm a moment.
"I'm sorry. But...you have to keep waiting for me. We can't be together again just yet. I...have to live." he said, choking on the words. "Wait for me, Ember?"
The Flareon smiled and licked his cheek, her expression slightly sad.
He had come back for her, and that was all that mattered. She would wait all eternity for him. Even if it meant they could be together for only a moment more.
Ian...Nick smiled at her a moment, and kissed her cheek, trying not to cry again as he felt her form starting to grow more liquid in his grip, less solid. "I love you, Ember..." he murmured, and kissed her nose one last time.
The faint scent of cinnamon lingered in the air as the glow dissipated, and in the darkness, Nick felt Ember's presence slip away to wherever it was she would go.
The local paper ran a small story, about the Valentines ghost;
**The Valentines Ghost
No ghost exists in the burnt tower, as our reporter found. Only memories of loss and pain. But this reporter learnt an important lesson in the darkness there:
Time means nothing if you know that the ones you love wait for you at the end of it all.**
No one quite understood what the newspaper meant, but it was clear to them that something had happened down there in the burnt tower's basement. Ian went in, and Ian came out. But he was changed, somehow.
Where once, he was a quiet fellow, now, he was quiet, and reserved. He constantly sat in his chair, as though waiting for someone to turn up for him, waiting endlessly.
But time meant nothing to him, knowing that Ember was waiting for him at the end of it all.