How to Serve Man
A trainer and his pet Flaaffy visit a creepy old mansion on a bet. Things don't quite go as planned.
AN: Ok, so I know that this isn't gonna break any moulds. I've been out of the writing game for a long time and it shows. You know what? I'm okay with that. So long as someone out there can get a cheap fap at this story's expense that's just fine by me. So without further ado, hope you enjoy it~
Oh, and fair warning; This story contains heavy possession and poképhillic themes, as well as gay oral sex.
(Special thanks go to SparkztheCabbit and Guri256 for proofreading.)
P.S. I had a ghost type friend once, I had to let him go though. He was way too possessive.
How to Serve Man
Chagrin sat sulking in his armchair. A thick layer of dust coated the luxurious faux-leather of the seating, giving the illusion that it hadn't been used in years. In fact, it was where he spent most of his time these days. Nothing better to do than frown at the rotting, half-empty bookshelves. The books that once stuffed them full now scattered across the floor, covered in dust and dirt themselves.
He let out a long wistful sigh, tilting his body sideways a little to rest his head on his hand, propping himself up against the arm of the large chair. His murky purple body contrasted with the red armchair as he shifted, bored out of his mind.
"What I wouldn't give for a little entertainment..." He muttered into the empty room. Stark silence was his only response.
His eyes glanced briefly over the graffiti which covered the walls of the large sitting room. A bunch of meaningless slogans, symbols and nicknames which meant nothing to the creature studying them. He thought about reading some of the books he had so cherished back when his body was still warm, but he had had years to do nothing but read since he had gotten his new body, and he was thoroughly bored of every last one of them.
Finally with another sigh, he forced himself to push himself from his seat. His body never actually quite touching the fake leather as he floated mere inches above it. Chagrin stretched, the spikes on his back bristling as he let out a yawn, his maw stretching to unsettling proportions. Descending slowly, almost featherlike, to the ground, once again, only the illusion of standing was given, his feet suspended slightly above the floor.
He wandered over to the long mirror in a far corner of the room. It was badly broken, a spider web of cracks lacing the majority of it, and like most everything else, dust covered its surface. A Gengar grimaced back at him, split into a few hundred parts by the shattered glass.
"Dear Mew." He mused, placing a hand to his face. "Do I really look as bored as I feel?"
He was almost left in silence again, but as the question died in the stale air, a comparatively loud fluttering filled the room. From a sizeable hole in the broken down roof, a dark shape flitted from perch to perch. At last, in a flurry of feathers, the Gengar felt a pair of taloned feet rest atop his head, and his frown turned to a grin as he saw the Murkrow draw itself up and look at his own reflection.
"Ah, and just when I thought today was going to be boring. I'll take it you have some exciting news for me, or you wouldn't be here."
The Murkrow attempted to seem nonchalant, lifting a wing and preening it in silence, but it was obvious that it wasn't too happy to be the one to have to talk to the ghost type.
"I might have somethin', what's it worth to ya?" The petulant bird fluffed up his feathers; likely a sign of dominance amongst his species, the Gengar noted.
"It's worth me not finding the nearest stick and repurposing you as a feather duster. Remember, Polly. I'm the only thing standing between your flock and the other bird types that used to hunt around here. So if you want me to continue giving your flock sole nesting rights on my estate, you'd best give me information."
The Murkrow was clearly ruffled, he fluttered off of Chagrins head, flying up on top of the mirror he had been staring into and looking down at the ghost with what was probably the avian equivalent of a scowl.
"A'right ya mook, no need to get all bent outta shape. I'll tell ya what I know." He went back to preening his wings, spitting out a few loose feathers before continuing. "So, for the most part, the Ghostwoods are clear, no pokémon in or out in the last three days..."
Chagrin chuckled slightly at the name. From what he could gather, the "Ghostwoods" was the name the humans had given the small portion of forest directly surrounding his little slice of paradise. Since he had taken up residence, the forest nearby had started to wither and die. Whether due to his driving away of all the local pokémon save the Murkrow flock, destroying the ecosystem, or something else, he couldn't tell and didn't care.
"For the most part..?"
A shake of the tail feathers displayed the Murkrow's irritation.
"I'm gettin' to that ya knucklehead! ...So anyways the head Honchkrow sez he saw a trainer wandering closer and closer to yer digs. Said you'd wanna know." He let out a tut. "Not that I get why we should give a Raticate's ass what you want."
"You should care because if I let the Pidgeot back into the area, what little food there is around here is going to get a lot more scarce. Now fly on back to your little leader and let him know the intel is appreciated."
Grumbling all the way, the Murkrow shook his tail feathers again and took off, heading back into the attic to join his flock. Leaving Chagrin alone with his thoughts once again.
Groaning, the Gengar made his body ethereal, floating down through the floor and into the huge entrance hall directly below the study he had been resting in. Coming to a stop at the top of the landing he gazed down the stairs at the once luxurious entrance to his mansion. He remembered coming here a thousand times in his past life... a shame he didn't remember nearly as much about the rest of his human life. Even a name might help.
He growled, waving the thoughts away with a hand. There were more important things happening now. Another human approached his estate. Another irritating trainer with adventure in his heart and a lust for treasure or rare pokémon or just on a dare from his friends. "Go spend a night in the haunted mansion in the Ghostwoods." How many times had he been forced to terrify a kid into tears to get them to leave now? He had lost count.
At first it had been fun, scaring them. Making them wet themselves and seeing them trip over their pokémon partner in their enthusiasm to escape. He'd made a game out of it, seeing how quickly he could get them to flee. As the years had gone by however, the game had lost its charm. He was bored of simply scaring them off. He needed something more... invigorating.
He wandered the halls of his mansion, considering how he would make his meeting with this human an encounter to remember.
Chase cursed as he caught his leg on yet another dead branch. The rotting, dry tree limbs were scattered intermittently along the forest floor, growing more and more common with every step closer he took to the mansion.
The grass was ashen and sickly, and the trees white and bare. He would have been easily able to see the sun if not for the grey clouds blocking the sky from view. A gentle breeze blew through the Ghostwoods, tugging at the sparse leaves dotted around some of the tree limbs. The sound of a twig snapping right next to him made him jump out of his skin and his head snapped around towards the source of the noise.
His heart was beating out of his chest, but he breathed a sigh of relief as he realised the noise had come from the Flaaffy which trotted obediently by his side. The electric type looked into the human's wide, startled eyes and it wasn't long before his heart had calmed enough for him to continue. Chase resumed walking, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes as he cursed himself for being so easily spooked.
"It's just a stupid myth Chase..." He said to himself as he trudged closer to the mansion, trying to avoid tearing his jeans any more on the twisted, gnarled branches lining the forest floor. "There aren't any ghosts in this mansion... Closest ghost type is in bloody Lavender town. You spend one night there, and you're set."
"Flaaff?" His partner looked up at him quizzically.
Chase chuckled, he couldn't help but feel braver with his pokémon by his side. Without Kiran, Chase would probably have bailed already.
"Don't worry about it Kiran, I was just thinking out loud." He reached down to run his hand through the sheep pokémon's thick headwool, ignoring the tingling feeling of charging static beneath his palm. "We win this bet and we can get hold of some pokéballs so I can catch myself my very own team! Doesn't that sound awesome?"
Kiran had been relaxing into his petting, his eyes closed in delight, but at the mention of their goal he pulled away, giving his trainer a disapproving glare.
"Flaaffy-flaaff!"
Chase sighed, shaking his head at the disgruntled sheep pokémon.
"What am I going to do with you? You know I have to catch more pokémon if I ever want to get out of that dead-end town. I don't like having you fight in the first place. You're my best friend. What would I ever do if you got hurt?"
"F-flaaff..." Kiran looked off to the side, his pink rubbery skin tinting just a little brighter around the cheeks in a blush. It was the closest thing to acceptance Chase was going to get from his partner, so with a short chuckle, he adjusted his backpack and turned back in the direction of the mansion.
He knew the way to the mansion well. It was surrounded by a lot of forest land, but he had grown up in a small village nearby, and he'd been playing around the huge, ancient house since he was a tyke. He'd even been close enough to peek in through the windows a couple of times, but whether it was intelligence or cowardice, he'd never been brave nor stupid enough to actually go inside.
A couple of his friends had attempted the old dare, stay in the house for the night and you win. The prize varied from person to person. No one, that he knew of, had ever succeeded. All claimed that they had witnessed strange goings on, and not one had lasted longer than a couple of hours.
Now that he had turned 18, it was finally his turn to make the attempt. He had always complained about being stuck in the tiny village of his birth. His family was poor and lacked the funds to buy him what he needed to become a trainer, like he'd always wanted. They barely had the money to keep Kiran as a pet.
Last night he stretched one of his friends patience with his whining, and in a desperate plea to get him to shut up, the deal was struck. Spend an entire night in the mansion, and his friend would buy him every last bit of equipment he needed to become a trainer.
"Heh, Lucas will be cursing himself for making that bet come tomorrow. This'll be easy!" Chase exclaimed, more to himself than to Kiran. Wishing in the back of his mind that he felt as confident as his voice sounded.
When the house finally came into view, the trainer came to a halt. It had been a while since he'd seen it, and the ancient estate had only fallen farther with time. The hole in the roof was much larger than when he was a kid. It wasn't even so much a roof with a hole in it any longer. Now it was more like a hole that happened to be outlined by a roof. A few more windows were shattered than he remembered, and graffiti was scrawled over every bare inch of the place the vandals could find.
Chase sighed and shook his head. Part of him wondered why they didn't just tear this place down. Not that he was going to complain mind you, it was the only reason he had a shot at becoming a real trainer. He marched straight up to the entrance, Flaaffy trailing a little behind, and peered in through the glass windows near the top of the ornate double doors.
The doors were just about the only things completely untouched by vandals, strangely they had left it completely untouched. Not a single pane of glass was broken and it was untouched by the graffiti which afflicted the rest of the house. It gave Chase an uneasy feeling in his chest, which he tried his best to ignore.
Inside, he could see what had once been a grand entrance hall. Red carpet turned nearly gray by dust, paintings ruined by graffiti and walls discoloured by age. The elaborate bannisters disappeared up a long staircase to the second floor, and were positioned between two door frames, the doors of which had been ripped from their hinges long ago.
After a brief moment of deliberation, Chase's hand moved to turn the handle, but as his hand came into contact with one of the brass doorknobs, a loud crowing nearly made him jump out of his skin. He turned his head to see a Murkrow sitting not too far away, eyeing him. It seemed completely unafraid of him, unlike most pokémon, and something about the way it seemed to glare at him made him shiver.
Forcing himself to ignore the bird, he brought his hand back to the cool metal of the doorknob, he would have twisted, but the door practically fell open without him ever needing to. It seemed there was more damage to this door than was immediately apparent.
With one of the doors now left hanging open, Chase turned to his pokémon. Giving him a confident smile in return for the worried expression on the Flaaffy's face.
"C'mon Kiran, it's just a house. Let's go!" Once again damning himself for not being as confident as he sounded, he took a deep breath before stepping forward into the mansion. The first thing to hit him was the air, it was ancient and thick with the dust disturbed by his entrance. He coughed a little as he walked a few steps further into the house, floorboards creaking beneath him.
Kiran hesitated at the entrance, but after Chase had taken a few more steps he hurried inside, the door closing with a creak of its own behind him as he rushed to hug at his trainers upper leg, whimpering softly.
"Hehe, alright ya big baby, stay close, I won't let anything bad happen." Chase chuckled at the terrified sheep pokémon, reaching down to ruffle his headfluff again. The Flaaffy blushed hotly, letting go of his trainers leg and turning away in embarrassment with a pout.
"Flaaffy! Flaaff-flaaff!"
"Okay, fine, you're not a baby... just a scaredy cat!" He smiled at the electric types indignation as he slung his pack onto the floor, rummaging around inside and at last pulling out a video camera. It was pretty heavy, being a very old device, but it was all his family had, and the only way of proving that he had really spent the night in the old house. The only upside was that the battery was so huge it held charge for ages.
Checking that it was still fully charged, he set it to record and passed it to his pokémon, watching the Flaaffy stumble under its weight before managing to balance properly and aiming it at the human, like he'd been instructed the night before.
"Okay, have you got me in shot? Great, let's get this started." Chase began feeling silly for being so afraid, it was just some old house, of course rumours would start up about it. All the guys who had run away before, they were just kids, they probably got frightened by their own shadows.
"So, Lucas, if you're watching this, I'll bet you're regretting making that bet with me right about now." He smirked for the camera, trying to hide the lingering unease which still lurked in his chest. "We're here in the mansion now, and so far, no ghosts or ghouls have popped out at us. It's coming to late afternoon now, so we're gonna take a stroll through the house, then settle down for some shut-eye."
He lifted the camera from Kiran's shoulder, the sheep letting out a sigh of relief as the weighty device was taken away, and dropped it onto his own. Motioning for his pokémon to follow, he began his exploration, talking to the camera all the while to keep the house from descending into eerie silence.
Chagrin watched the human and his pet enter with little interest. Other than their obvious bond, they seemed like most every other human and pokémon he'd seen in this place. He noted with displeasure that they didn't even react to his closing of the door behind him. They would be harder to get rid of than most. A few creaks and groans was enough to make most humans take off.
He silently cursed again when the camera came out. He couldn't let himself be caught on film, else more trainers might come, hoping to catch him. No, he would have to think of a stealthy way to drive this pair out.
His interest was piqued however, as he watched the pair explore. Following them from room to room, listening to the humans inane babbling about some bet or other. His complaints about the many drafts in the ancient house, weren't what interested him though. Nor his idle comments about how he was glad the forecast was for a dry night when he noticed the cracked and broken ceilings. It was the way his pokémon hung on every word he said, and the way it reacted when the trainer spoke to it.
It was obvious from the Flaaffy's body language, and the tone of the sheep's voice when he responded, that he was smitten with his trainer and not trying particularly hard to hide it. The human of course was completely oblivious. He couldn't understand a word the poor, enamoured pokémon was saying, and was probably clueless about the Flaaffy's body language too.
The Flaaffy's obvious love for the human gave Chagrin a brilliant idea. It had been far too long since he had fun with his visitors, and this young pair gave him a way to mix it up in a way both entertaining and delightfully devious. Just this once, he'd let a human stay the night. He grinned wider as he developed his plot, following the pair and eavesdropping to learn more.
He managed to get their names through their dialogue, Chase and Kiran. Silly names, he thought, but then, times were different when he was human, names too. He remained invisible and silent as he followed the duo, not wanting to scare them off and certainly not wanting to get caught on camera.
He was practically asleep on his feet from boredom by the time the pair settled down in the entrance hall to sleep. He wondered briefly why they hadn't chosen to sleep on the comfier carpets in some of the other rooms, but shrugged off the decision as a desire to be closer to the exit in case anything did happen.
He chuckled as he watched them set the camera down focusing on the pair as the human pulled out a sleeping bag from his backpack and unzipped it, laying it down out flat to provide them both with something to sleep on other than the dusty carpet. A couple of small pillows followed, as well as some sandwiches which the human sat and shared with the Flaaffy.
The human continued to talk at the Flaaffy as the daylight waned, eventually leaving the pair in near total darkness. Given the command by his trainer, Kiran lit his tailorb, but the dim blue light wasn't enough to see any useful distance, and neither male felt brave enough to explore any more of the house with so little light.
After a short while spent fumbling around in the pale blue glow, and tripping over the various debris strewn across the floor, they seemed to agree that it was about time to go to bed. The night was warm, so they simply lay on their bedroll, not bothering with covering themselves. The human remained dressed as he wished the Flaaffy a good night, and the pokémon stopped illuminating his tailorb to allow them to sleep.
The Gengar was glad for his natural night-vision. He watched the pair as they lay in silence. The house so quiet that he could hear their breathing. It was slightly elevated, but they clearly weren't as frightened as they had been when they first entered.
He waited for their breathing to become slow and relaxed, a sure sign of sleep, before making his silent approach. He glanced at the camcorder's viewscreen, it had a night vision setting despite its obvious age, but that wouldn't matter much. He only had to stay invisible to the camera for a moment, that's all it would take for him to slip inside the human and play puppeteer.
Chagrin's smirk grew as he walked over to the human, placing a cold hand on the boy's forehead and watching it slowly sink through his skin. Chase frowned in discomfort but didn't wake, as more and more of the ghost disappeared into his body.
"Hehe, sorry kid, but the bedbugs are the least you have to worry about when you sleep in my house..."
Kiran squirmed and twitched fitfully in his sleep. It wasn't like him to sleep so lightly, but even subconsciously he had this strange feeling that something was wrong. His dreams were filled with odd twisting shapes and shadows, and he woke with a start as a shuffling sound alerted him to movement in the waking world.
His heart pounded like a jackhammer, and he shivered in place despite the warm summer night air. Eventually he plucked up the courage to light his tailorb, illuminating a small part of the large entrance hall with a dim blue glow.
To his alarm, the first thing he noticed was that his trainer was no longer by his side. His heart rate raced higher as he scoured the room with a timid whimper, at last spotting his trainer with his back turned over near the front door. He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Chase had finally come to his senses and wanted to get out of this creepy house.
"Chase? A-are you okay? Are you ready to go home?" He knew that the human couldn't really understand him, but over the years they had spent together they had developed a kind of rapport. Chase generally knew what he was getting at, or what he was feeling, even if the trainer had remained frustratingly oblivious to his affections.
"C'mon, this is stupid, I don't want you to catch other pokémon anyways, it'll only mean you'll have less time for me..." The Flaaffy tilted his head, his human partner was being unusually silent. What was worse, he was moving oddly. "... Chase?" It was hard to see in the dim light, but Kiran was sure he was flexing his fingers and wiggling his feet, seeming almost like he was unsure of how to use them properly.
"Chase? You're scaring me, say something."
Seeming to hear Kiran for the first time, Chase spun around, seeming surprised to see him awake.
"Ah, Kiran, you're awake... good." His smile was disarming, but the way he had been acting had done a pretty good job of putting the Flaaffy on edge.
"What were you doing? I was scared when I woke up without you next to me." He blushed a little at the admission, but figured that it didn't matter that much. After all, his partner couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Don't worry, boy. No need to get flustered. I'm right here." The human cooed. Walking back towards the sleeping bag. His movements were... odd. His legs took far shorter steps than normal, as if he weren't used to their length, and he nearly stumbled over them once or twice. Every so often he flexed his hands, testing them. Upon noticing Kiran's staring however, the trainer stopped the latter, and his walk became less weird after a few unnatural practice steps. Kiran put it down to sore muscles from sleeping on the floor.
"Boy?" Chase had never called him that before, there was certainly something strange about the way his trainer was acting. Kiran shook his head, maybe he was just imagining the strangeness, he had heard fear and lack of sleep did odd things to the mind. "Mmph, what're you doing up anyways? Shouldn't you be sleeping?
"Well, couldn't I say the same for you?" The human grinned, knowing that he had Kiran there.
"I... I guess you have a point... We should both be getting back to-" The realisation suddenly hit Kiran. The hall fell to silence as he stared at his partner, eyes wide. "Wait... you... you understood that?"
Chase stared in confusion at his pokémon, blinking a couple of times as if not fully understanding the question. Finally the ball dropped and after a brief moment of alarm crossed his face, it settled back into the sly grin from moments earlier.
"I think you'll find that I understand a lot more of what you say than I let on in public." He reached out to pet the small pink sheep behind the ear. At first, Kiran was too stunned by the revelation to react, but after a brief moment he instinctively closed his eyes and cooed happily, tilting his head to give his master easier access.
"Mmph... y-you mean all those times I told you how much I...."
"Do you really think I took you all the way out here to win some stupid bet?"
Kiran shivered gently beneath his trainer's hand, still barely able to believe that his human understood him. This had to be some kind of dream. A wild cruel fantasy his mind had cooked up in his sleep. If it was so... he didn't want to wake up.
"Th-then why did you take me here."
"So that I could show you how much you mean to me. So that I could give you what you've wanted for so long..." There was a fumbling followed by a harsh unzipping sound which broke the near silence of the house thoroughly and caused Kiran's eyes to flicker open. What he saw caused his jaw to drop. His master had unzipped his fly and was in the middle of fishing his cock free of his boxer shorts.
The move was so sudden that Kiran found himself backing away from his trainer slightly. This was his dream... sort of. It might be a little less romantic than he'd have liked, but his trainer was basically rolling out the red carpet for him... So why did he feel so uneasy about the whole situation?
"Ch-chase? What are you doing?"
"I'm teaching you what I should have taught you from the beginning. I'm teaching you how to serve man."
It had to be a dream, right? That would explain everything. His trainer's odd behaviour, his fantasy playing out in front of him, it was the only thing that made sense. As the trainer finished exposing himself, Kiran shook his head in an attempt to clear it of doubt. Dream or not, the Flaaffy refused to squander his chance to show his trainer what he really meant to him.
The Flaaffy's eyes fixated almost instantly on the semi-erect member poking through the hole in the fabric of his trainer's underwear. It twitched teasingly as it hardened slowly before his eyes.Growing longer and thicker, the foreskin around the bulbous head being gradually pulled back by the expansion of the flesh and revealing the darker meat beneath.
Realising after a few moments that he was staring, Kiran reluctantly broke his eye contact with the tool, raising his eyes to meet those of his owner. Chase, for his part, was staring straight back at the diminutive pokémon, a lewd grin adorning his features. He looked rather menacing in the blue half-light of Kiran's tailorb.
"M-master?"
"Touch it."
That was all that was said for what seemed like a long time. All that could be heard was the Flaaffy's heavy breath, the occasional gust of wind blowing through the house, and the camcorder letting out a beep to announce it's power was down to half, making the sheep jump out of his fluff.
"....Yes master."
It was the only response he could think of. His mind had gone blank, his eyes now flicking between the exposed cock and his trainer's eyes. At last, he gulped, though his throat was so dry that it was practically a pointless action, and reached towards the stiff rod, watching it pulse enticingly as his paw inched ever closer.
Kiran's arm was shaky as he reached out, the simple action seeming to him to take an age, though it was probably only moments. When his paw at last made contact with the hot, twitching maleness he almost let out a bleat. It was quite a bit warmer than he had expected.
He had spied the general shape of his master's cock a few times. Occasional glimpses caught entering the shower or while changing clothes, and he had been intrigued by it since he'd first laid eyes on it. This was the first time he'd managed to study it at length, and he felt his heart racing just from touching the organ. He looked up at his master, unsure, but the human's cocksure smile told him to continue.
He wrapped his paw around the maleness as best he could, tilting his head a little as he realised he could only get it about halfway around the cock's circumference. He could feel his cheeks burning as he brought the other paw up to curl around the other side. Now that it was at full mast, he estimated it must be at least double the size of his own three inch piece, a thought which made his cheeks flush even brighter.
"It looks like you're enjoying my lesson." His trainer teased. At first Kiran thought he was referring to the blush on his cheeks and the swaying of his tail, which were probably dead giveaways in their own rights, but as another breeze blew through the house, the sudden gust chilled a part of him usually kept hidden. He broke eye contact with his trainers cock to give his own a surprised glance as it emerged from it's hiding place in his slit.
He knew he shouldn't be so shocked. It was a natural side effect of... this kind of behaviour. Still, he never thought for a moment that he'd get so aroused from simply touching-
"Did I tell you to stop?" Chases sudden reminder snapped Kiran out of his train of thought, looking back up at his trainer, who seemed fixed in a constant lecherous leer. "Don't be shy, get to know it a little better."
Kiran smiled shyly up at his trainer, the lewd command turning him on far more than he'd like to admit. He began to let his paws roam over the length, tracing a vein with one while the other explored the larger part of the flesh. Inquisitively he gripped just behind the head and pulled back, freeing the thick cockhead from the pale flesh which partially covered it, rolling it back once he was done inspecting it.
The human grunted, being toyed with in such a way, but Kiran was far too obsessed with his new toy to acknowledge the noise. He wasn't even half done exploring the cock when his master piped up again.
"Good boy... now kiss it."
This caught the sheep's attention.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me Kiran. Kiss my cock. Show me how much you really love your master."
Kiran could barely believe his ears. He'd had dreams like this one before, but usually he'd have woken up by this point. It all seemed so real. He allowed himself to hope, just a little, that it might be.
Shivering a little in excitement and with his master watching expectantly. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the cocktip. His paws moved along the length to give his mouth space, and began to stroke the flesh lovingly between them as he showed his love to the head. His trainer's scent washing over him and exciting the sheep's salivary glands with its intoxicating musk.
It didn't take long before pre started to leak from the tip, smearing his lips and causing him to pull away, the slick liquid forming a stringy strand connecting his lips and the trainer's cock. He looked up at Chase, new to all of this, despite his enthusiasm.
"Not like that boy, I meant a real kiss! Try again, and this time make it a proper kiss, sloppy and wet."
Kiran wasn't about to disobey an order like that. With barely a pause, he leaned back in, licking his lips to break the strand of pre, wetting his lips and getting a taste of the musky stuff in the process. He had no time to analyse whether he liked it or not though, as a shift of his trainers hips brought the meat back to his lips a little quicker than he expected.
With Chase's cock insistently prodding at his maw, the sheep pokémon took a deep breath in through his nose; getting another whiff of his trainer's scent before closing his eyes and opening his maw. Sliding his lips over the smooth tip and the foreskin, locking them just behind the bulbous head.
Thankfully, his previously dry mouth was, by now, wonderfully wet, his desire for his trainer's meat making the sheep's mouth water. His slick tongue probed the head eagerly as he finally got to taste Chase the way he had always wanted to. He pressed his tongue up under the human's foreskin, delighting in coating each inch of the smooth cocktip with his saliva.
"Mmph... good boy." He heard from above him, the murmur sounding quite loud compared to the quiet, wet noise made by his suckling. "That's much more like it... But to really serve man, you'll have to take a bit more than that..."
Kiran could feel the thick cock pressing into his maw, his lips unable to keep the intruder out as his trainer forced more of the twitching length into Kiran's wet, warm muzzle. His tongue was forced to free itself from the foreskinned head and travel along the flesh, or be pushed backwards towards his throat. Still, the sheep obeyed his master, closing his eyes tight as he made out with his master's cock. His tongue searched for any areas left untasted, as he soaked Chase's cock in drool.
All the while his master began to make soft grunting and groaning noises. Pressing ever deeper into the pokémon's mouth. Kiran let out an involuntary moan of his own as the meat being fed to him dripped and drooled some more of the slick pre from earlier across his tongue. It was slimy, sticky... but not unpleasant. No, definitely not unpleasant. In fact, as the fluid was spread across his tongue, Kiran began to find he rather enjoyed it. The texture of the stringy mess, and its odd viscosity were very appealing to the sheep, and he began to work the tool with his tongue more enthusiastically, hoping for more of the odd-tasting goo.
His master seemed happy to oblige, about three quarters of the pulsing length buried in the warmth of Kiran's muzzle now. Opening his eyes and taking a quick peek upwards revealed that his master had also closed his eyes, his face occasionally contorting into an odd expression that betrayed how much he was enjoying the experience.
After a short while, Chase stopped pressing his meat in any deeper, instead opting to pull out slowly, before pressing his maleness back in with a low grunt as the flesh ground against Kiran's slick tongue, producing ever so naughty wet noises as his master's cock slickened the sheep's lips with his own saliva. It wasn't long before Kiran began to drool a little from the sides of his maw, the meat in his muzzle making swallowing it a difficult task.
Kiran smiled at that, or at least tried to. It was difficult to make such an expression with a muzzleful of cock. It felt great to be the one bringing his trainer such pleasure, his tailorb glowed a little brighter at the thought, still making only a tiny impact on the darkness of the room, but enough to be noticeable, as the wet suckling noises continued to fill the room.
Chase gave occasional praise, telling him what a good job he was doing, but it wasn't long before he descended into all but silence. With only a grunt or moan of bliss now and again to interrupt the lewd noises made by Kiran's own muzzle. More pre painted the electric type's tongue as the thick uncut cock slid across it.
Kiran let out appreciative noises of his own, though they were heavily muffled by his trainer's cock. The resulting vibrations in his muzzle coaxing more moaning and, to the Flaaffy's delight, more musky pre from his owner's maleness. It wasn't long before he felt the hands of his owner moving to the back of his head. Hesitating for a moment as his flesh met the thick wool there, which tingled with latent electricity, before pressing down, and forcing his head down almost to the base of the human's meat.
Whether it was his trainer's sudden use of force, the heavy pulsing of the cock in his maw or the increased volume of pre drooling from it, something told Kiran that his master was close. He tried to prepare himself for the inevitable climax, but was a little unsure of what exactly to expect. His eyes fluttered closed again as his master began fucking his muzzle rather roughly. He almost gagged a few times as the meat teased the back of his throat.
After what seemed like an eternity of sloppy oral mating to the sheep, his trainer let out an ecstatic cry. Chase's humping became erratic and rhythmless as he began firing rope after rope of thick gooey cum into the electric type's muzzle. Despite his attempts at preparation, the sudden torrent of seed took Kiran by surprise, filling his muzzle far faster than he'd anticipated, and forcing him to pull his head backwards, struggling against the human's hands holding him down.
After a few more spurts had filled his maw, Kiran's trainer seemed to come to his senses, releasing the sheep's head and allowing him to pull off of his spurting flesh. The Flaaffy coughed up some of the seed, splattering the sleeping bag beneath him, even as the cock he had been so lovingly suckling just moments before coated his face and wool with more thick cum.
His face painted with the warm viscous cream, and wanting to please his master, he forced himself to quickly catch his breath before sealing his muzzle around the very tip of the tasty cock once again, gulping down the last few shots greedily as Chase's orgasm came to a drooling, messy stop.
He stayed there for a while, simply nursing on the tip of his master's cock as it slowly began to soften. The silence broken only by the soft panting of both human and pokémon. After a minute or two, Kiran felt his master's touch again, but this time on top of his head. A gentle petting. One of his eyes peeked open in response, the other coated in one of the sticky strands of male milk.
"Nnh... g-good boy... th-that's how you really s-serve mankind." Though he had not yet composed himself fully, Chase's grin returned as he stared down at Kiran, the sheep's face still painted a lewd off-white.
Kiran wondered briefly if he should be glad of that, it probably obscured his blush rather well, but he quickly put such thoughts aside, nodding in response.
"Thank you m-master..." He mumbled, softly, after reluctantly pulling his maw off of the cocktip. "I-I never thought I'd get to try that with you." He paused for a short while, wondering if he should say what was on his mind. Eventually he decided that if it was a dream, it wouldn't matter, and if it wasn't, well, he wasn't likely to get a chance like this again.
"...I love you."
Chagrin let out a soft chuckle as he watched the obedient cock slut search his eyes for a hint of affection. It had been... a very long time since he had last felt release like that, even if it wasn't technically his own release that he'd felt. He was sure of one thing, he had succeeded in making this encounter a memorable one... for himself at least.
"I love you too, Kiran." He replied, the blissful smile crossing the sheep's face letting the ghost type know that he had bought the simple line. "Now, a good boy cleans up after himself..." He motioned to the cooling mess of seed left on the sleeping bag and on Kiran's face. Actions that had seemed so alien when he first possessed Chase's body slowly coming back to him and making it much easier.
With a bleat of surprise, the Flaaffy slowly got to his implied order, lapping up the cum he had coughed up, and even attempting to clean up his own face and headwool before Chagrin searched through Chase's bag, finding a rag and tossing it to the cum-coated sheep.
When Kiran was done cleaning up, the Gengar inspected the smaller male. These human eyes weren't as good in the dark as his usual ones, but he could make the scene out pretty well with the help of Kiran's tailorb. It wasn't a perfect cleanup job, but the human likely wouldn't notice the leftover scent in the morning. Their senses were incredibly dull, after all. With a nod, he let the sheep know that he approved.
"Good... Now get some sleep, boy. I don't want my love tired out all day tomorrow..."
Kiran looked like he might protest for a split second, but before he had a chance, Chagrin fixed him with a stare, and in just a moment the Flaaffy fell back onto the bedroll, breathing deeply in a sound sleep. Hypnosis was such a useful skill to have.
Cleaning Chase's body of any evidence of the lewdness that had taken place was easy after that. Well... almost all evidence. As he settled down into approximately the same position he had found the human in, he remembered the camcorder, turning to look at it and giving a wink and a smirk at the lens before settling back and preparing to leave his host.
Giving a pokémon a taste of the love he craves so badly and giving the both of them such a wonderful tape to remember me by. What a generous soul I am. He mused, closing his eyes and worming himself free of his human vessel, remembering at the last moment to cloak himself from the camera as he snuck back into the depths of his estate. Feeling very, very pleased with himself.
Kiran groaned softly, batting a paw at the hand which was shaking him awake, but snapped awake instantly as memories of last night flooded his head. Chase had his hand on the electric types rubbery belly and was shaking him awake.
"Wakey-wakey Kiran... It's morning. You ready to get out of here, bud?"
The Flaaffy smiled warmly at his master, nodding slowly as he forced himself to stand up. stretching and giving a languid yawn.
"Good morning master... I trust you... slept well?" He tilted his head slightly. This was it, the moment of truth. If his master understood him now it meant...
"And good morning to you too!" Kiran's heart sank. It was just a dream then... his trainer didn't seem to be acting any differently than usual. That was okay though. He had suspected as much, and regardless, it was certainly one of the best dreams he'd had in a long time.
Warm sunlight streamed in through the broken windows as Chase moved away from the Flaaffy to pick up the camcorder he had left a short distance from the bedroll.
"Heh, just in time it seems." He remarked, turning the camera to show the viewscreen to Kiran. The battery life indicator only had one bar remaining, and that one was flashing, indicating dangerously low power. "Hmm, lens is a little dirty. Could you get me the cloth I keep in my bag for me bud?"
Kiran nodded and went rummaging through his trainer's bag searching through every pocket he could find. Behind him he could hear Chase bragging at the camera about how they'd be seeing Lucas soon to collect their prize. There was an extended beep as he shut the camera off and then a few footsteps as the human took a few steps towards the sheep.
"Can't find it huh? Damn I must have left it at home... still, I was so sure..." Chase shook his head, clearing it of whatever he had been thinking as he rolled up the sleeping bag, stuffing it into his backpack and shooing Kiran away before slinging it onto his shoulder.
Kiran was just as confused as his master. He was sure he had seen the rag being packed, in fact, he remembered it so vividly that he'd even dreamed about it. Now that his head was cleared of the strange groggy feeling that came naturally with having just woken, he noticed something else too. There was still the vaguest hint of musk in the air, the same scent from his dream, only much weaker. That was impossible wasn't it? It was only a dream...
He shook off the thought, putting the scent down to his imagination and began to follow his master to the door, eager to get out of this mansion. It had messed with his head quite enough for one day. What his master said next though, stopped the Flaaffy dead in his tracks.
Chase was holding the door open, gazing out at the deadwoods outside. Turning back to face Kiran, he seemed to be perplexed, and Kiran was sure he could see a blush forming on his master's cheeks.
"You know, I had... the weirdest dream about you last night..." His blush became prominent now, and the human turned away again, not waiting for Kiran to follow as he left the ancient estate. "...I'll... tell you about it later..."
Kiran's jaw practically dropped at his master's admission. It took awhile for his stunned mind to connect all of the dots, but as soon as he did his stubby legs went into action and he practically tore out of the huge house in pursuit of his master, suddenly under the impression that showing that tape to Chase's friend wasn't a very good idea at all...