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[b][u][center]Kink-Vember 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Theme: Pokemorph[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Title: The Fiery Ghost of the Manor[/center][/u][/b]

“H-hey, maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”

Crackle opened his eyes at the sound of a new voice. Orange-yellow wings flared behind his back as he crept from his hiding place in the rafters, dragging himself along a blackened beam to look down at the floor below. Another voice was already talking.

“Come on, you don’t believe those ghost stories, do you?”

“W-well, you know what they say. This place is…abandoned for a reason.”

“Yeah, a crap-ton of fire damage. That’s all.”

Crackle saw two humans pushing through the wreckage of the mansion’s front doors. Old timber and cracked stone alike were shoved to the sides, and the humans themselves were hardly the sort that would have once worked here. They looked…not young, but stupid. Perhaps in their thirties? One wore an old cap with an R on it and an imitation of what [i]those[/i] people had once worn, while the other was dressed in more normal clothes.

“Yeah, but…”

“Look, I know the [i]real[/i] stories. My cousin was part of the team that worked here,” the one in the black clothes and black hat said. “And he told me that they had all kinds of shit in the basement. Experiments and brand new Pokémon that you’ve never seen before. If we can find it, we’re rich. Set for life. You get me?”

[i]Liars,[/i] Crackle thought. [i]Well…half-liars.[/i]

He pulled himself up into a squat, moving slowly but still feeling the air shift around his naked body. He’d been made here, part human, part Pokémon. He had the horns of a Charizard, and the wings, and the hips, and the tail, and the face, but as for anything else? It was all human. He had human hands, a human neck, and a more human physique. He stood on longer legs than a Charizard would have had, and –

Well, the risk that he always took creeping along the timber beams reminded him that he had a human dick, too. He squatted on the balls of his feet, his tail twitching behind him as he watched the intruders from above. The one with the ‘R’ cap kept talking about how the Rockets had bankrolled the most brilliant scientists in a generation, but –

“But what about the ghost?”

“There’s no ghost here.”

“I heard there was a…a fiery one…”

“Bullshit. That’s just a story.”

Crackle smiled, a little fire creeping from between his lips. Well, they were wrong about that.

He stood up slowly, taking his time to avoid the creaks and groans that would give away his position. He rolled his head from side to side, waited for the humans to get past the front door, well away from it, before leaping down.

It would have been far louder without the last-minute snap of his wings, but Crackle still landed with a thump. He stood up as the two humans whipped around, their eyes wide. He flicked his wings out and clenched his fists, all those artificial muscles that the humans had added to his DNA making them stand out more than ever. He lifted his head, looking down his snout at them as the air started to burn hotter around his tail.

“You’re trespassing,” he growled.

“What…what the fuck are you?” the Rocket fan whispered.

“I’m the ‘ghost.’ And this is my mansion.”

The one dressed normally fell to his knees, shaking from head to toe. The other one lunged for his belt, and Crackle let loose.

The fire jumped from his mouth, his nose, and from the air itself. It roared with the thunder of an inferno, shooting through the air between him and the idiot that had come knocking. When it cleared, the idiot was still standing, but everything around him – from his pokéballs to his belt to every stitch of his clothing – was gone.

He stared, his mouth wide open. Crackle turned around, lifting one of the beams and slamming it down against the door with no more effort than it took to leap down in the first place.

“What…what are you?” the other human – the scared human – asked. “You’re not…you’re not…”

“I was an experiment,” Crackle said. “Something they made. One of a few hundred running around the world right now.”

He dropped another beam in place. Neither of them would be getting out now, not without having to force a lot more weight out of the way. And nobody else, more importantly, would be getting in. Not that anyone would be trying with the fiery crackles that they’d have just seen. Anyone but the idiots knew to leave the mansion the hell alone.

“Part human. Part Pokémon.”

“If we could catch it –”

“I can understand you,” Crackle said. “You know that, right?”

“…You’re still a Pokémon.”

“Half a Pokémon,” he corrected, turning around to face the Rocket fanboy. “And you’re not even half a human. Just as stupid, just as greedy as all the people that made us…And not half so endowed.”

As the fanboy covered his crotch, Crackle stood with his body on full display. He showed the pride that he had built up while he was kept in a tank, that he’d been forced to learn to not feel shame every time that the scientists pulled him out to study him. The hybrid growled deep in his throat, not only allowing them to look at him, but making them see him from the dragon horns on top of his head, down to the fat swaying cock with its orange shaft and yellow head, all the way down to the clawed toes of his feet.

He did not shy away. He glared between them.

“Kid. You.” He pointed to the kneeling, still-clothed one. “Hate to tell you, but you’re not leaving.”

“What?!”

“And neither are you, asshole,” he said, turning to the fanboy. “My whole ‘ghost’ business is there to make sure no-one comes in here. This is [i]my[/i] home, and I ain’t getting chased out again. But, since you decided to force your way in, guess what? Now, you live here, too. And I’m charging rent.”

They both stared at him, though he could tell both had different reasons. The fanboy was glaring, sputtering, trying to find the right words to shout and be angry, while the other man was clearly staring lower than he wanted to. Those eyes kept dropping down to the hybrid’s cock, and he could just barely see a blush forming. A hungry one, too.

[i]Heh…that makes it easy for you.[/i]

“You can’t do this!” the fanboy shouted. “You can’t just –”

“You wanna bet?”

“That – that’s against the rules! Pokémon can’t –”

“Only half-Pokémon…and you humans have been doing worse shit to us and each other for years. But don’t worry…you’ll [i]like[/i] it.”

Crackle chuckled as he flexed his wings. The scientists that had made him and the other hybrids had been intent on making something beyond simple Pokémon. They wanted creatures that would follow orders and be some of the most fearsome things that had ever walked the planet. They wanted super-weapons, super-spies, beasts that could overcome any opponent, man or Pokémon, all at their beck and call.

If it hadn’t been for that crazy one getting loose –

But that was neither here nor there. He flexed his wings again, and fire burst from the sides. It shimmered, filling the air with a different heat, one that relaxed the body and stupefied the mind. The two humans gasped, their eyes going wide, and the still-clothed one, at least, got an erection.

[i]Fiery Dance[/i] was one such skill that they’d given him. It was half-hypnotic, half-boosting. If he wasn’t channeling the fire out of his wings and through the air above him, it would have burned the humans to a crisp. As it was, it just shut down their minds.

“You’ll do what I tell you…and what I’m going to tell you right now, idiot…is bend over…”

And as the fanboy did just that, Crackle couldn’t help but smile. Maybe there was something to what the crazy one said, after all; maybe some humans were just meant to be broken…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: In the ruins of the Pokémon Mansion on Cinnabar Island, a secondary experiment still lingers…and someone was stupid enough to wake it up.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Human, Pokemorph, Kinkvember, Charizard, Nudity, Mind Control, Naked, Fire, Quick Snapshot, Might Expand, Speciesism, Angry,