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Isaac stared at his phone. The number displayed above his keypad. All he had to do was push the green 'Call' button. That's all he had to do. Then the phone would ring and they'd probably say something simple, a thanks for calling, then ask him why he was calling. Easy. Nothing easier. Then he'd say he was looking to make an appointment. They would ask him with who. He might do some ceremonial hemming and hawing, before asking who was available. As if he didn't already know who he wanted. He'd already been to their website at least a dozen times to look at the options and see what each could offer. He'd dreamt about this. He'd been planning it for months. Yet, here he was, staring at the number on his phone, hesitating.

Again.

This wasn't the first time Isaac had been here, begging Arceus for the nerve to push that call button. Maybe it would be better with liquor to grease the wheels and actually let him push that call button. He'd been planning to do this on his birthday, but that was almost two weeks ago now, and he still hadn't mustered the nerve. Maybe it was too late now. Maybe he should just wait until next year. That seemed like an easier option. Use the money he'd set aside for this to treat himself to a new video game and some food. Maybe he could pick up new models for his tabletop games... He could use a new army for his Arceus' Chosen to fight the Helixian Heretics in the war game next week...

No. He had to do this. He went to his bathroom and splashed some water on his face before looking in the mirror. He had trouble recognizing the face looking back at him. It felt like he'd only just evolved into the Sceptile staring back at him, but he was still a Grovyle in his mind. He was supposed to be an adult now, he'd reached his final stage of evolution. Yet he felt like he didn't deserve it, or perhaps that it came too soon and he wasn't really sure what to do about it. Naturally, he thought, the best thing to do would be to have a sexual awakening. Or... have sex at least once. That's probably where he should start, he'd figured. His luck with females had been... to put it gently, spotty. To be honest, they wouldn't touch him with a twenty foot pole. So he thought of the next best thing.

He would pay one. That would work. Probably. The problem was, he didn't exactly have enough money, or as he worried, confidence, to hire just anyone. So he'd looked over the internet and found a promising place nearby. All he had to do was call in and set up an appointment. That was all he had to do. He even knew who he wanted to hire. A lot of the staff were attractive in many ways, but there was one in particular who stood out to him. Not for her

looks; sweet Arceus, not for her looks. No, he was interested in what she could do. In her profile, it said her rates varied depending on what was asked of her and to inquire if curious. However, and this was her main draw.

he said she could engage any kink, any fetish, regardless of how extreme it was as long as the price was right.

That was an offer that was hard to pass up. Especially for his first time. He'd heard rumors and stories that guys didn't last long their first time, and he didn't want to waste her time and his money on just a few seconds of enjoyment. Or, at least, that's what he told himself.

He sighed and unlocked his phone again, staring at the number once again. His tree-like tail bristled with anxiety. He hated phone calls. In this case, however, it might be less awkward than showing up immediately and demanding her time.

No. He had to call in advance. He swallowed his nerves and pushed the call button.

Well, he missed the call button. But he got it on the second try.

After two rings, a cheerful voice came on the line. "Café Plaisir front desk, how can I help you?"

"H-...hello?" he squeaked into the phone. "He-hello." He said, clearing his throat and speaking again.

"Hello! How can I help you today?" Replied the voice.

"Is... uh, is this Café Plaisir?"

"Yes, sir. This is Café Plaisir's front desk. How can I help you today?" Her voice remained surprisingly chipper.

"I... Um, I'd like to, uh... set up an appointment... with a... um, waiter... I mean, waitress?" He imagined this going better in his head, and was mentally berating himself for his uncertainty.

"Absolutely sir! Do you know who you wanted to see?"

"Who's uh... who's available? For, um, today?"

"Well, sir, we do have our full catalog of waiters online. Were you looking for a floor waiter or a bedroom waiter?"

Fuck, he couldn't remember. Bedroom, right? "Um, bedroom."

"Male or female, sir?"

"F...Female. Please."

"Absolutely, sir." She said, before rattling off a list of names he already knew until he heard the one he was waiting for.

"Is, uh, Fable available today?"

"Abs... wait, did you say Fable? Y...yes, sir, she is free today. Are you sure that's who you want?"

The hesitation from the chipper lady on the phone should have been a red flag, not that Isaac noticed. "Yes, I... I would like to hi... hire Fable later this afternoon."

"Absolutely, sir." She said, her demeanor coming back to her. "I'll reserve you a spot at... let's say, 4pm for the hour?"

"That's fine, yes thank you." Isaac replied.

"Alright sir. I have you down for Fable at four. Do you have a name?"

"Isaac Todesser." he replied. "Gro...Sceptile."

"Alright sir, I have you in. Please come by a little earlier than your appointment to ensure as much time as possible for your hour. Thank you, and we look forward to servicing you, Isaac."

Isaac blushed. "Th...thank you." He said, before hanging up. As soon as he did so, he realized he forgot to ask her name, and felt bad for doing so. Still, he'd managed to fumble his way through the conversation and he had an appointment at four with Fable, a Sableye who boasted the ability to satisfy any kink. He wasn't sure how she could do that, but... Sableye were ghosts. It was something he tried not to think about. Well, he was going to be losing his virginity later today. Today, he was going to become a man... Well, at least be worthy of his evolution. He looked at his clock. It was about half past one. According to his phone, it was about a half-hour drive there. That gave him about two hours or so to kill. He didn't know if he could contain himself that long.

Over the course of the next hour and a half, Isaac tried playing out the conversation in his head. He didn't quite know what to expect from the Sableye - the website didn't have much information. He assumed it was for legal reasons, though he wasn't entirely sure. Would she be professional about it? Would she try to seduce him? Would she try to be seductive? He'd... never really experienced this sort of thing before, and wasn't entirely sure. He'd never even met a ghost-type before! It was going to be a new experience for him in more ways than one. He played over the conversation in his head as he got in the shower... Well, multiple conversations. He didn't know what to expect so he tried to expect everything. If nothing else, he could be sure she would be professional about whatever he requested and that she wouldn't laugh at him... or so he hoped. Especially with what he wanted to ask for.

Though time seemed to pass at a crawl, the shower did help as Isaac absorbed the water. He was a grass type, and he did so love the water - to sit in a nice warm shower and let his body just take in the life-giving fluids. With the sunlight outside, it was sure to give him plenty of energy without requiring him to eat. While he drank in the water, his mind started to wander and, as it did, his hands started to drift...

--

He imagined himself looming over the sableye, her green gem eyes looking up at him with a mixture of fear and arousal, completely subservient to his whims. She was so much smaller than he was, he could do anything he wanted to her. _Anything._He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like that. The question was, what did he want to do with her? There were so many good options but one seemed better than the others. Much better. One to sate his empty stomach.

He reached down and grabbed the small Sableye with one hand, hoisting her like nothing as she squirmed feebly in his grasp. She offered a few grunts of resistance, but it was pointless - she was his now. He lifted her high above his head and let his jaws fall open, revealing the rippling throat below. Upon seeing it, the Sableye in his hand began to thrash more insistently, but it was useless against the Sceptile's might. He let her go and she fell straight into his mouth, which snapped shut behind her with a clack.

He could feel her squirming, struggling, fighting to escape as he toyed around with his tongue, pushing her from one cheek to the other and absolutely soaking her through with his saliva. He paused for a second, before throwing his head back and letting her slip free into the air for another second, before she fell right back into the waiting, hungry jaws of Isaac. She fell straight into the welcoming embrace of his maw, and, to his delight, as she fell onto the slide of his tongue, she slipped right back into his throat. He reached up, pushing on the bulge she made and holding her firm for a minute, letting her squirm and struggle in the tight confines of his throat, before releasing her with an audible glk and sent her down to his stomach. He'd make good use of her there...

--

Isaac's fantasy was cut short by his climax, his dick firing ropes of sticky seed against the wall of his shower. He paused for a minute, hanging in the shower - one hand on the wall, the other dropping from his cock as he caught his breath. The water danced over his form, rolling down his back and seeping into his tail. As he recovered, he considered cleaning up, but decided it could wait. Or, the wall could, at least. It got way too sticky to deal with, especially with such an important event coming up. He finished up his shower, stepped out and drank in the rest of the water on him, before getting his clothes back on. He had an appointment to get to.

The sun was shining on this auspicious day as Isaac got off his scooter and looked over the main building of Café Plaisir. It was... Well, he'd seen pictures online several times. It's not like he had no idea what he would expect but being here in person was another experience entirely. He paused in the parking lot, looking up at the building. He couldn't really tell if it was from anxiety or if it was just the day, but everything felt more important than usual. The sun, normally a welcome sensation for a grass type like Isaac, beat down on him with a surprising intensity, normally reserved for ice types. The winds felt gale force, causing his tail to rustle not unlike a cornered rattlesnake. The building seemed to grow more imposing as he approached, looming over him like a principal glaring at a naughty student. A little voice in his head told him it wasn't too late to back out. Turn and head home, find someone else and save the money and what was left of his dignity.

Isaac, though, had made up his mind. He sighed heavily and walked up to the door. His stomach fluttered, anxiety in the form of butterflies made him question his choice and weakened his resolve. His hand hesitated on the door - he could hear noise from the other side. It sounded... Not unlike a bar, actually. Or maybe a bar and grill type situation. It didn't sound like a house of pleasure, it sounded like a restaurant. He briefly considered he'd gone to the wrong place. Probably for the best. Maybe he should step in for lunch.

He stepped through the door and was immediately greeted by a female lopunny. "Welcome to Café Plaisir." She said with a warm, friendly smile. "Can I help you?"

Her voice was familiar. She'd been on the phone. "O-oh!" He stammered. He had found the right place, and was trying hard not to blush in... embarrassment? Anxiety? He couldn't tell what the emotion was, but the warming in his face told him he was failing. "I have an appointment. Under... um, Todesser?"

"Ah! Mr. GroSceptile! Nice to meet you." She said, referring to a clipboard. "Yes, we've been expecting you. If you'll give me just a second..." She turned away, getting something from behind the reception counter she was standing at.

If Isaac's face wasn't flushed before, it was now. She thought his name was Isaac GroSceptile? He didn't think she'd write that down as his name. He was very embarrassed, and sort of wished he knew Minimize right now. "Um, miss?"

"Yes?" She asked, looking back to him, holding a keycard.

"My last name is Todesser. I was... um, telling you my... er, species."

"Oh!" She said, in a bit of surprise. "I'm sorry, that's my mistake. I'll fix that. You can take this..." She said, handing over the card. "And find your room on the second floor, first one to the right out of the elevator."

"Ah, thank you. Just one more question."

"Yes, sir?" She asked, smile still broad as ever.

"Where is the elevator?"

"From here, go into the main bar, take a right. At the end of the hall, take a left. When you're at the end of that hall, the elevator and stairs are on the right."

Isaac made a mental note. "Sounds good. Thank you."

"I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. Todesser." She said with a cheerful nod. "We hope you have a fulfilling time."

Isaac made his way down the hallways, looking at the keycard in his hand. He turned it over in his hand, marveling at it. It all seemed so simple. Too_simple, even. He just had to go to the room associated with this card and... He'd be able to get his wildest fantasies fulfilled. He was really starting to get cold feet. It _can't be this easy.

The elevator gave a chime that snapped him out of his train of thought. He hadn't even been looking where he was going. He stepped in, making sure to pull his big bushy tail in behind him as he pushed the button for the top floor. The familiar lurching sensation seemed more powerful, as the pit of his stomach seemed to fall away below him.

His mind started to wander again. What would he say to her? Oh Arceus, what was he going to say? How did he even bring up the topic of what he really wanted her to do? And here he was in the elevator going up to her room! Isaac started to panic a bit. Maybe he could leave now? Just... turn and walk away? It's not like she would know. Would she? Did people skip out on these kind of appointments? For the price, it seemed likely. The elevator button seemed to glow, calling to him. All he had to do was push the button with a G and a star next to it. That's all he had to do. Then he could go home and forget this ever happened. That seemed like the easier choice. He let out a sigh. Yeah. Retreat seemed like the better choice.

As he reached out to push the button, the door chimed and slid open. On the other side was a dusk Lycanroc, looking a little tired. She still lit up with a gracious smile at the sight of him. "Oh, you must be Isaac. Fable's waiting for you. I was just on my way out for the day, or I'd have greeted you at the door."

Fuck. Of course someone would be there. Why did this have to be so complicated. "R-right! Yes, of course I am! Isaac Todesser. That's me. I was just about to step off the elevator. And then pay someone for sex. I'm not anxious at all. I'm looking forward to all the sex I am going to be having with her." In his head, his brain was screaming at him. JUST STOP TALKING ALREADY.

The Lycanroc squinted at him curiously, stepping aside to let him step out. "Is this your first time at Café Plaisir? No judgment from me."

"Is it that obvious?" Isaac squeaked.

"Here's a little secret for you," the Lycanroc said, smiling softly. "Everyone was new here once. Even me, and even Fable. You're in good hands with her. Just let her know what you want, and you're set."

Isaac nodded. "I... I can try to do that."

The Lycanroc stepped past him into the elevator, then said, "And remember to have fun!"

With that, Isaac stepped off the platform and onto the landing. He could wait for the next elevator, but... Now he knew Fable was expecting him. He didn't know if that made it better or worse. It only left the Sceptile with one option - Go to the door and introduce himself.

Maybe if he was lucky the floor would open and swallow him now. Where was a Dugtrio when you needed one?

He made it to the door. His entire body felt cold and a little dry, almost like autumn had come early for the living bush.

With great reservation, Isaac knocked on the door. In response, it seemed to swing open of its own accord in response to his knock, revealing the rather opulent room inside. To say the door opening like that was unnerving was to do it a disservice. It was downright spooky. Isaac hesitantly stepped inside, looking around for any sign of life. Or unlife, as it were.

"H..hello?" He called hesitantly. "Miss Fable?"

As if on cue, a creature rose out of the floor, as if being filled with water. Yellow goo sloshed around the inside of a figure as more and more of its body became visible. Then colorful gems started protruding from it, until it resembled a Sableye. The same Sableye he'd seen on the website. He hadn't been expecting her to do that, though, and backed up against the closed door watching with a mounting anxiety and sense of fear.

"F...Fable?"

"In the not quite flesh." She said, her mouth cutting an unnerving swath across her face into a big toothy grin. And her voice. It send a shiver down his spine just hearing it... though, admittedly, that could have easily been nerves. "You must be Isaac. You didn't give me a lot of information on what you wanted." The small ghost reached into her chest and produced a small piece of paper, a sight that did not help to soothe the skittish Sceptile. "Diega told me you were coming, but didn't specify what you wanted from me. She said you had a weird request you wanted to talk to me about?"

"R-right... About that." She was surprisingly direct. Not that it was unwelcome. It really helped to cut out a lot of the babbling he would probably be doing right now. "See, it's my first time and... Well, I was hoping that in addition to, um... Doing a sex, I could maybe... possibly... " The words felt like they were locked in his throat, almost like there was some sort of physical barrier to saying what he wanted.

Fable jumped in with some suggestions. "What? You want me to bind you up, make you squeal like a Tepig? Do you get off on humiliation and shaming? Because I mean, I could dominate you and make you do as I command. Or maybe you were hoping for something a little more out there, crushing me flat or... I don't know, maybe you want to cut me up or take my arms and or legs off? Do you want me to hypnotize you? Or maybe you want me to use some of my night shade to make your dreams a reality. Or are you just into role play, you, the innocent virgin, me the corrupting force of the sex industry? Really, nothing you can say is going to surprise me." With each suggestion, she took a step forward, drawing closer to Isaac in that odd, jagged walk that seemed almost signature to Sableye. Even with Isaac having almost five feet on her, it was clear the way she seemed to loom in spite of that fact that she was the one with the power here.

Isaac was blushing up a storm. How could she talk about these sorts of things so openly? It made his stomach twist, he, he felt like he wanted to vomit! But... he'd come this far. All he had to do now was say it. Just a couple words. Not that hard. He used them all the time online. It should be easy to just say it now. Just like he practiced earlier. He took a breath to try and stabilize his mind.

"I... I want to... um... I mean, I would like to... maybe... um... eat you?"

Fable paused for a second, before her grin grew seemingly wider. "Ahhh, you're one of those voraphiles. So, you wanna do a grab and gulp? A little bit of bump and grind to work that appetite up? Make a snack out of a Sable?"

Isaac, despite his flustered mind, couldn't help but feel like he was getting teased, and he really felt embarrassed. "I... probably don't have enough for that anyway. We can just do the, uh, sexing first."

"Well, how much do you have on you? I gotta charge top dollar for this kink stuff you know."

Isaac handed over his wad of bills, which seemed to sink into Fable's body. After a second, she spoke again. "Mmm, no, you don't have quite enough for both things. But--"

"Yeah, I didn't think so." Isaac said quickly. "We don't have to--"

" BUT ," Fable interjected. "I'll tell you what. I'll do it anyway on the condition I get to have some fun with you afterwards."

"...C-can you tell me what you mean by fun?"

"Nope! It's a surprise."

That... wasn't unsettling at all. He didn't know whether or not to take it. On one hand, he was so close to living out his dream, on the other hand, he didn't know quite what this ghost wanted with him afterwards.

"It's not going to hurt, right?" Isaac asked, hesitantly.

"You might be sore tomorrow, but it won't break anything." Fable replied with a dismissive wave of her hand as she turned and walked to her bed. "So you in or not?"

"I... " He paused. He'd already come this far. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. So, time to venture forth. He just hoped this wouldn't come back to bite him. "...Sure. Let's do it."

"Perfect. So, how do you want to start?"

"Well... I mean, I've always had this fantasy, though you're a little small..."

Fable shrugged. "Eh, being big is overrated. Besides, it looks like your anxiety has the better of you." She said, rubbing her hand along his crotch. His slit was not even pushed aside for his shaft yet. "Don't worry. It's more normal than you might think. So let's go ahead and start with the kink."

Isaac wanted to point out that she rhymed, but felt it was probably not the best choice he could make. Instead, he nodded. "Alright."

Fable had made it over to the bed, Isaac close behind. "So." The ghost said, clapping her hands together. "How do you want to do this?"

"Well... I guess I loom over you and you act all scared, you put up a little resistance and..." his voice died in his throat, he couldn't keep explaining it with as flustered as he was.

"So you want unwilling. I can handle that. No problem." She said, before putting up her hands, cowering behind them a little.

Isaac did his best to loom over her, despite how dry his mouth was. He tried not to think about how she basically had all the power here despite being the prey. He was the predator. He was going to just pick her up and eat her, like he had earlier when it played out in his head. He could do this.

He reached down and wrapped a hand around her torso. She was... surprisingly dense for something her size, and Isaac ended up needing a second hand to lift her properly. To her credit, she was playing the helpless play reasonably well, letting out frightened verbalizations and trying feebly to pry his hands off from around her middle. He opened his jaws wide and found a problem his fantasies had not prepared him for. Her head was actually bigger than his mouth was wide. As he tried to push her into his maw, the headfins seemed to catch on his cheeks, making it hard to push her in.

He flipped her over, starting feet first. Her small body was much easier to get into his mouth, tongue licking at her feet as they kicked gently against him. It was... surprisingly hard to keep his tongue wet as he lapped at her legs and feet. As she was lowered into his maw, his tongue worked on exploring her body to the best of ability. It actually proved difficult, since it was not only featureless, but she actually tasted weird. It wasn't anything like what he'd ever tried before, but it wasn't really a good flavor. He didn't know what he was expecting from something that was literally dead, but it wasn't good. He gagged a couple of times as she was lowered deeper into his jaws.

Then came the suppressing of his gag reflex as her struggling form sank into his throat. He tried to relax, but found it hard. He wasn't used to live meals, even if this one wasn't exactly live. Still, he tried to swallow, but found it difficult between the flavor and the movement. His hands released her torso, which she responded with a soft "eep!" as her denseness dropped her more into his throat. He coughed in response, trying to expel her from his throat, but he wasn't able to. Fable stopped moving in his jaws, giving him a second to recover. Her legs and lower torso became more soft, allowing his throat to process it better, and he noticed. It... was appreciated. Maybe this Sableye wasn't so bad after all.

He pulled what remained of his composure back together and began trying to cram her head down into his jaws, chewing at it slightly to soften the bulge as she began to yield, her form compressing and fitting into his maw. He closed his mouth behind her, holding most of her in his mouth, his throat pulling at her a bit, as his hand drifted down to start stroking the erection that was forming rather quickly as he held the gently struggling Sableye in his mouth. He leaned his head back, letting his throat open and feeling the bulge of Fable's body and head sink into her throat. It was actually moving surprisingly slow down his throat, and, while he could feel it sliding down, he had to swallow a surprising amount to get her down. His other hand rose to his throat, but instead of holding her in place as he had in his fantasy earlier, he stroked the bulge, coaxing swallows from his throat as she sank below his collarbone.

Once her bulge disappeared down into his chest, he let out a heavy sigh, catching his breath as his hand ran over his stiff shaft, his dick throbbing with excitement. He could feel her weight fall into his stomach, a surprisingly physical sensation he actually found he liked as he dropped himself onto her bed, laying down on his back. His free hand rubbed over his stomach, which did, indeed feel rounder, and, the good sport that she was, Fable was still putting up a struggle within him. His breath grew more rapid as he worked himself over, rubbing his stomach. He could feel Fable putting up a weaker and weaker fight, all while his shaft drooled pre all over his hand. His eyes closed and he focused on the weight inside him, feeling her struggles slowly stop. He gave his belly a semi-gentle slap, and he could feel her slosh around inside him. She'd dropped having a solid form and opted for a liquid one.

The thought pushed him over the edge as ropes of seed once more jumped free of his shaft, coating his green belly with pleasure as he closed his eyes, slowly letting his breathing return to normal. After a minute or so, he sat back up, considering cleaning himself up, before a sudden rush of air pushed a powerful belch into the room, spitting up a small green emerald.

He picked it up. It was the one that sat on Fable's chest. His dick throbbed again at the thought. He threw it back into his mouth, sending it down with a swallow as the now liquefied ghost, mixed with Isaac's chyme slid into his intestines.

Boy, you really got a kick out of that. Came a voice in his head, causing Isaac to jump nearly a foot in the air in surprise! The voice was a familiar one. Almost as if...

Yep! It's me. Fable. You got what you wanted, and, by the looks of it, despite the trouble, you'll remember it fondly. Now, it's my turn to have a little fun. So, you're a virgin, right? You don't need to answer. You already told me. So I think it's only fair we make sure you're not one by the time you leave, and make it one you'll never forget.

_ _

Isaac could no longer fully control his body. He had to fight for control of it, then he realized what was going on. She was possessing him.

Normally, I'd ask first before doing this, since, you know, I'm sort of appropriating your body. In my defense, you ate and absorbed me, so now you get to live with me in here.

_ _

Isaac panicked slightly, he wasn't expecting this, and... he wanted her out now! He was done and...

Dude, chill your lizard brain. If you really want me out, I'll leave. If you want to keep trusting me, relax. That whole part before is just a bit. I don't mean to shatter the illusion here, but I'm not gonna hurt you. If you really, really want me out, just think or say the word Dome and I'm out. No muss no fuss.

_ _

Isaac was a little confused at first, until she mentioned the shattering of the illusion. Then the pieces started making sense. This was just part of her style. Promise? He asked.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Do you even have a heart?

_ _

Nope, but I don't have a better analogue. I haven't been dead that long.

_ _

Alright... I guess I can trust you for now. Just... don't make me regret it.

_ _

Dope. Let's do this.

_ _

Isaac felt his head moving. It was a very weird, out of body experience as it seemingly moved on its own. It required a little maneuvering, but Isaac's hips ended up propped against the wall, his head looking up at his dick, still dripping the remains of his first climax. He knew in this position there was only one thing Fable was going to try and do.

I'm not flexible enough for this. I've tried. He thought.

Yeah, but those times you're not possessed by a ghost. Just watch this.

His head started rising approaching the glistening shaft, seemingly so close, yet so far away. He wanted to help Fable, helping to guide his head closer as his tongue reached out to lick the tip. He was so close, he could almost feel it.

Then he realized, he could feel it. His tongue ensnared his cock, licking over it, and cleaning his salty, sticky seed from it. It was still so sensitive from his last climax, and yet... the warmth of his mouth slowly enveloped the length, licking it gently as Fable guided his hips, bobbing along it gently. It felt surprisingly good. He'd never sucked a dick before. The texture was pleasant on his tongue, and his seed wasn't that bad, if a bit bitter. More so, it felt to him like he had accomplished something he'd always wanted to do. It was a good feeling. Not to mention how well Fable seemed to be able to operate his tongue. His throat released soft whines of pleasure as he felt his shaft being worked over by his own mouth, pre once again drooling free and into his throat.

Just as he was really getting into it, Fable stopped, pulling his head clear and reorienting him on the bed, laying him down on her pillows.

Why did you stop? He asked, curiously, feeling a little blue balled by the ghost. That felt great.

_ _

Sure it did. I know how to suck a mean cock. But that's not what you came here for~

_ _

What do you...

Before he could finish that thought, she was gone. His body was his again. On his chest, though, her body started to reappear, oozing out of him and laying down on his stomach, a wry grin cutting across her face. "It's simple, Toddesser. Now that you're properly warmed up, you can fuck me proper."

Isaac smiled, his hands wrapping around her small middle again as he lifted her off his chest and sat her on top of his cock. This time, however, unlike when he'd licked her body over earlier, she seemed to have a pair of nether lips that welcomed his length. They parted and his shaft slid into her body. As it did so, he could feel tendrils forming around it, wrapping around him in a perfect fit. He let out a heavy moan and, unable to really control himself, dropped Fable hard onto his dick. He could feel the bulge his shaft made in her small body - it was almost as big as she was! He lifted her off and pushed her back down in a rough, jagged motion. If it weren't for his refractory period, he would have already fired off by now as he felt Fable's body milking his thick cock for a second climax. A climax he was willing to give as he roughly fucked her.

Refractory period or not, he was genuinely having sex, and all the time he'd practiced alone in his room, in the shower, or with toys hadn't prepared him for the real thing as well as he thought. It was only about two minutes into his pounding of Fable, her coils keeping him plenty well snared as he lifted and dropped her, each contact filling the air with his moans and the wet clap of their hips, his body arching and bucking against her, when his voice strained and his body tensed, and he hit that peak again. His dick throbbed as a second climax, as powerful as the first, fired itself into Fable's body. Try as she might, the ghost seemed to be unable to hold the sheer volume of seed as some of it started to dribble out of her mouth. As he rode his climax, he picked her up, and pulled her back down hard, her body deforming slightly from the force. A spray of jizz flew free, landing on Isaac's chest alongside the first climax.

His hands fell to his side, panting heavily. His eyes opened, and the world was out of focus. A sensation on his dick told him Fable had stood up.

"Little help?" she asked. The comparatively huge shaft had her pretty well stuck on his hips. He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, before picking her up and pulling her free and down into a hug.

"Alright, you were right." Isaac said.

"I tend to be." Fable replied, muffled under Isaac's arms. "Thanks for trusting me."

"I'm glad I did. And that I didn't chicken out."

"I tell you, you gotta chill that lizard brain of yours." Fable laughed.

"So... what happens now?"

"Well, you still have a little more time. Just do what feels right."

Isaac considered that, before he snuggled up on the bed, holding Fable more like a teddy bear, a smile wide on his face. "Mind if I take a short nap?"

Fable laughed. "Sweet Helix, are you serious?"

Isaac blushed a little "Y...yes?"

"Fuck yes, I'll get paid to sleep. It's everyone's dream."

Isaac couldn't help but laugh at that. "I figure you've probably earned it. Thank you. For everything."

"No problem. Come back any time." Fable said, voice still muffled by the Sceptile.

Isaac let out a little comfortable sigh as he closed his eyes. All that really took it out of him. He curled up a bit, holding Fable like a plush as he drifted off to a pleasant, comfortable rest.

--

A short while later, Isaac felt a gentle shaking. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he adjusted to the light. A bit of panic set it when he didn't immediately recognize his own room, which was not abated when he realized where he was and why he was being gently shaken. He was still in the opulent room he had been in earlier, and he was being nudged awake by a small, yellow gremlin-like creature. He recoiled a bit from surprise, rolling off the bed with a heavy thud.

"Jeez. I didn't think I was that rough waking you." The yellow creature said.

Hitting the floor jogged his memory. The creature was Fable, he was in her room, and he'd eaten her just a little while ago. He could feel some embarrassment creeping into his face.

"Sorry, I... wasn't expecting to see you. I sort of thought everything that happened before was a dream."

"That will happen." Fable shrugged, hopping off the bed. She didn't seem so big now. "I guess you had fun?"

Isaac nodded. "Thank you. For everything."

"Don't mention it. It was fun for me too. Really, this kind of shit keeps my afterlife interesting." She said, grin sliding across her face again. It wasn't so unnerving now, and her voice seemed softer than it had.

Isaac pushed himself to his feet, using his tail as a sort of tripod to get balanced. "So... What happens now?"

"You leave and go back to doing whatever it is you do. Hopefully, you save up and come back and see me again." She said in a playful tone.

"No hard feelings if I can't come back?" Isaac asked, stretching. The nap had felt surprisingly good.

"Nope." Fable said, shaking her head. "If this was a one time thing, or one of many, no hard feelings either way. So, how do you feel?"

Isaac paused. "Weirdly the same, actually."

Fable laughed. "Well, for what it's worth, you seem more confident."

"So... I just leave now?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Yep. Elevator's to the left out the door."

Isaac awkwardly shuffled to the door. "Okay, bye, I guess?"

"See ya." Fable waved from the bed.

Isaac stepped out into the hallway and let out a sigh as the door shut behind him. He did it. It was... a bit more complicated than he had expected, but it was a good feeling. The memory of the way she felt going down or struggling inside him. It was a feeling unlike any other he'd ever felt. As he stepped into the elevator, he couldn't help but laugh. He felt silly for having stressed about this so much. Now that it was over... It didn't really feel like all that big of a deal. It definitely seemed less dramatic now that it was over. Maybe he would see her again. Maybe next time, he'd let her be more free with that possession of hers. It was something he'd never considered before, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it, brief though it was.

Possibilities began swirling in his mind of things he would want to try. He knew he'd want to eat her again, but next time he was going to bring something slick to coat her in. It was surprisingly hard to get her down, even with her help. He wondered what else she could do. She had mentioned Night Shade making his dreams a reality. He wondered if that meant anything. If so, that opened a new world of possibilities.

His train of thought was derailed as he felt the sun on his skin once more. It felt more welcoming now, warmly embracing him rather than threatening to melt him. He smiled. Maybe she was right. He did feel less anxious now. Maybe that was more because it was over than the act itself. Maybe he just felt more confident now. He couldn't tell. Maybe it wasn't important. As he started to walk home, his mind wandered a bit.

Had she referenced Helix? He thought maybe she had. If that was the case, and, if she was interested in ways to spend her afterlife, maybe she'd be interested in joining his game group, heading the Helixian Heretics against his Arceus' Chosen. He made a mental note to ask her next time. It may be a silly idea, but she was an interesting individual, and one he wouldn't soon forget, that was for sure.