FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Night fell over a quiet city in a small region tucked away from the attention of most of the pokemon world. The city had a thriving urban center full of tall buildings with a few sections reserved for residential districts. The outskirts were more of a natural environment with roads and sidewalks winding through paths littered with trees. Most of these side roads and paths were well-walked and well-lit. There were homes beyond a few gates and walls, houses tucked between the trees but one road, in particular, seemed devoid of visitors, day or night. At the moment, it was an evening robbed of stars and moon, clouds packed tightly together only parting in the smallest ways to let raindrops fall from the sky. They fell in a steady amount hitting the concrete, the sidewalk peppered with puddles that reflected the light of the lamps nearby. The lamps themselves hung on black spires rising next to a brick wall with a metal gate at the center. There were many rumors about the manor beyond the gate, many rumors that kept it from ever being sold. A ghost pokemon haunted its halls that drove away all who came nearby. Nobody knew the form of the pokemon but everyone knew about the mischief it caused. A few rumors painted the mischief as simply annoying, while others said that there was more of a deadly intent behind that mischief. Trainers and officials with their own pokemon had been driven away as well and many had decided that it was better to leave it alone. After all, the pokemon did such a good job of keeping the home maintained. That was part of the eerie charm of the mansion. Everything inside and out was kept tidy. The gardens were pruned and kept full of lovely flowers, the manor itself was and the paint on the wooden structure hadn’t faded. The windows were polished to a sheen, and the interior was of a similar cleanliness, and so, everyone left the resident of the manor alone and dared not even wander down the same road. However, this evening a stray girl wandered with her hand against the brick wall, her eyes peering around the gate to look at the manor with a big smile.

Something watched as the girl entered the grounds of the manor. It sat on the balcony as it did many nights when it was drizzling in such a lovely way. The girl appeared to be wearing an eevee-themed hoodie with the pointed ears poking up and the hood keeping her head mostly covered from the rain. Even from this distance, the presence could see that her eyes were soft aqua and her hair was a dark blond with what appeared to be blue highlights. As she stepped into the manor, a smile appeared in the air and the rest of the presence began to manifest. Raindrop hissed as flame-tipped ribbons and a tail appeared, the length of each black and the tips hued by a blue flame. What appeared was a neat and proper sylveon of some sort with amber eyes and white fur kissed by lavender ending in black paws. Two ribbons around the neck that moved freely did not bear flames at the tips like the rest and instead flowed about as the strange pokemon moved. It had been a long time since Nim had seen someone wandering in of their own accord and he had almost resigned himself to a life of peace. In fact, he much preferred peace and quiet. That being said, there was just something about seeing humans wander into his home that always got his cool blood pumping. With a chuckle, he turned around with a little trot and faded away as he slipped quite literally through the door.

Company, company, it had been so long since he had company and he could feel the joy in the air itself. The air hummed as he passed through the manor while entirely invisible. A few blue wisps followed him around but he didn’t really mind their presence all that much. The attic of the manor had been turned into his sweet little abode complete with a proper bed and all the furnishing you might expect. Even a television for those dreary nights full of boredom when all tasks were completed. Last time they tried to turn off the electricity to the mansion, he had been sure to turn his mischief a bit more impassioned, yes, impassioned was a good word for it. The grounds and mansion had been maintained, and so he expected his due compensation from the city. And as it turned out, they thought so as well. Maybe it was also because it was a popular spot for photographs and those photographs were just fine so long as no one dared enter the grounds with those annoying little sounds. He liked to keep everything tidy and tourists were never tidy. But enough about that. The first thing he should do is actually find the intruder instead of meandering about while reminiscing. They couldn’t have gone far from the main hall, and so, he phased through the floors and made his way to the entrance hall.

Lush carpets led to a set of stairs that rose and turned with a twist to the upper floors. It was here where the girl groped around in the darkness searching for some sort of switch to flip. A classic bit of mischief to play, Nim supposed, was to turn on the lights. He hummed as he passed the candles on the wall and lit them one by one in his lovely hue of blue and lavender before they simmered down into a normal warmth. This caught her attention almost immediately but she was distracted as well by the slamming of the door. That should be enough to scare her off. She’d go right to the entrance to leave as many did. Ah, perhaps he should have waited until she slipped deeper into his grasp to pull any tricks. At the very least, her reaction should be fun.

When Nim peered down to see his victim’s expression, he only saw delight as she held her phone aloft and snapped pictures while exclaiming, “This place really is haunted by a ghost pokemon! Maybe I can actually see it if I wait around a bit. Not like I have anything else to do.”

Weird. So this new guest was a little strange, and to top it all off she was taking pictures. Her phone made that accursed shutter snap every single time she took a photo and he winced each time. So she was something like a tourist, or at the very least a local who was a bit odd. Invisible, he floated around her once the wisps dispersed. Now, what could he do to properly scare her? She had talked about wanting to see the pokemon of the mansion and certainly, he might appear in front of her to see if she found his appearance frightening, but he seriously doubted that would scare her. That being said, the first thing he wanted to do was get rid of that pesky phone.

The phone began to float away from the girl who gasped and tried to snatch it, “Hey! You can’t just take things that don’t belong to you.”

He almost made a snarky response of his own but instead, he continued floating away with her phone in tow at the top of the steps. The wisps that had dispersed joined him and encircled the phone before it disappeared in a puff of lavender smoke. The girl gasped but instead of getting frightened, she ran up the steps and began snatching at the balls of living fire. He watched with his paws crossed, turning and turning until he was on his back while looking at the curious girl chasing will-o-wisps. It seemed that the little puffs of flame were having a good time, so perhaps he would go easy on her just a bit but something was most assuredly strange about the girl.

Instead of immediately trying to frighten her again, he followed along as she walked after the trail of the will-o-wisps. The little blue fires floated from side to side, wandering around her before heading up the stairs and down into one of the halls. She followed along with very little worry and a bit of a smile on her face. It seemed like she didn’t have much in the way of self-preservation but it wasn’t as if the wisps would attack her, he supposed. Up and into the hall she went, around into the first door on the right the wisps trailed, and he went on through as well. The lights in the room flicked on before she even opened the door.

The wisps had led the girl into a room where they had so politely presented her with her phone again. It was on a small table in front of a fireplace, two cushioned seats sat at the sides, and all around there were bookshelves. He rather liked this room and any sort of room he could fill with books. The pages always had interesting things to say, always had something new for him to learn, and unlike these darling wisps, books were not so traitorous. Nim fixed the wisps with a narrowed glare and they puffed away one by one as the girl stepped forward to retrieve her phone. However, she stopped as she looked around the room as if taking in the scenery for the first time.

The girl gravitated towards the books and pulled a few out while muttering, “There’s so many here and this room seems perfect. Maybe I could take a break here and come by again whenever college is giving me trouble.”

Nim ambled over her head while humming to himself. A college girl. Seemed a bit less excitable than what he might imagine but also, he hadn’t ever had a college girl wander in who gleefully played with will-o-wisps or followed them. More and more he found himself curious rather than mischievous. It was hard to summon mischief against someone who was nice to spirits, and difficult to summon it when that someone also seemed entirely unperturbed by ghostly happenings. The most he could do was come out like a maddened beast but that just seemed so unrefined. That being the case, there was something else he noted. There was such a lovely hue to the color of her life, to the way she glowed, and it was the sort of glow that litwicks were attracted to. Perhaps, oh perhaps he could appear before her.

When she put the books on his shelves in the wrong order, he winced and made a decision. The books sorted themselves in front of her eyes and he cleared his throat to catch her attention. As she turned around he appeared bit by bit until he was lying in the air before her with his paws crossed, and as an introduction, he simply said, “Hello.”

Her response was to hop a bit, a hand on her chest as she coughed, “Oh! That was worse than the door! Are you the ghost pokemon? I almost thought you were a sylveon but you, you look so different? I’m kind of scared of most pokemon, you aren’t going to bite are you?”

Nim tilted his head, tail, and ribbons following the motion, “Is that what you’re afraid of? Not the talking, or my strange form, or everything that has happened so far?”

The girl’s cheeks actually seemed to flush with a bit of color, “Well I mean, everything was a little startling but I mean, you kinda lit up the house for me so I stopped being as scared.”

He groaned, “Of course you’d be more afraid of the dark than you would be ghosts.”

Dramatically, Nim turned on his back in the air, and with a flick of his tail the fireplace went out and the girl squeaked in response, “Hey! That doesn’t mean turn out the lights just to mess with me.”

His tail and ribbons still kept the spot surrounding them illuminated as he hummed, “That’s a little bit better but I was really hoping for terror tonight. That is, until you were nice to the wisps. I’m willing to forgive the transgression, I suppose.”

“If you don’t mind me asking.” The girl said quietly, “What did I do?”

Her phone glowed a hue of blue and began to float toward her and when she took it gently in her grasp he said while straightening out and narrowing his eyes, “I dislike the sound of photography inside the manor. It in general encourages unwelcomed guests who come here on purpose. That’s why I usually deal with them a bit more severely. I would have done the same to you but I might have a soft spot for the little wisps that you decided to be nice to.”

She blinked, “Oh, those things? They were kind of cute. Ghost types and ghost stuff don’t really bother me. Well, I mean, I’m still kind of afraid of pokemon in general. I don’t really know what they’re thinking and I mean, I don’t know if what I’m doing is right or wrong. I always get tackled, bit, or something worse.”

Nim nodded slowly, “I see, so that means if I bite you, you’ll leave?”

Her expression began as upset at his response but shifted into something else as she cringed backward from his fang-filled grin snapping at her, “That would be pretty mean, and I mean, what’s the harm in letting me stay for a little bit?”

He thought about it while tracing circles in the air with an idle claw, “Give me a good reason not to attack you like a wild pokemon and we’ll talk.”

“Because I can help clean the place?” When she looked around at the immaculate state of the room, she cleared her throat, “Well, I could keep you company.”

Nim raised a brow at that one before sniffing, “I like my peace. I don’t like the sound of camera shutters and I generally don’t appear to humans either. I’ll probably make you forget about this little thing. Actually, the more I think about it, you really are in a bad spot if you don’t have any pokemon to protect you.”

She cleared her throat, “I mean, you could just let me go.”

His eyes seemed to glow as he recognized an opportunity and purred it aloud, “In fact, why waste time with all of this ghostly nonsense when I could simply chase you as a beast, or perhaps even both? That should be a worthwhile punishment for making me hear that terrible sound.”

Now the fear was ripe in her shaking form, a small smile dotted on her face as she tried for another appeal, “You don’t have to do that, do you?”

He leaned in with claws out and reached for her neck, before he simply placed a paw on her shoulder and smiled wide, “My name is Nim. How about yours?”

Plain relief appeared on her face as she breathed out, “Lyla.”

“Good, always good to know the name of what I’m hunting.” He hummed while floating away from her.

The relief she had just experienced faded right as all the lights in the home began to dim and flicker, shifting colors to add a cooler hue to the home. He took a step on the boards of the floor and stretched wide while tapping his claws. The doors behind Lyla opened wide and he didn’t even have to tell her to run for her to zip out through the open doorway. Oh, and it seemed she forgot her phone. Poor thing. The wisps twisted around the phone and it poofed out of existence before he decided to start the chase. Of course, he had to cheat just a little bit. He faded through the floorboards and chuckled as he heard the girl’s steps heading toward the stairs. The doors at the front had locked tight and he found her grabbed onto them, pulling them to no avail. She turned and looked all around before freezing as she saw him trotting down the stairs. Nim peered at her with a wink before his body caught aflame in lavender and turquoise, his fangs on display as well as the flickering amber of his eyes. A little show, just for her. All the flames from the candles on the walls gathered into his mass, gathered toward him until the only light remaining was his body drawing ever closer to her. She had opened her mouth to say something, perhaps to negotiate but upon seeing him like that she simply ducked to one direction and bolted. Just for a bit of effect, he pounced where she would be missing by a few inches and he heard the ever delightful sound of her squeaking.

The chase continued through the halls, a burning shape following a singular girl. The wisps had joined in on the fun but mostly because they enjoyed the energy on display. A turn to the left took her through a part of the manor connected to the gardens with large windows and a glass door peering out into a gated yard. There were flowers and creeping vines, all pruned to the right size, and as he passed by he hummed and made note of one or two things that could use an adjustment. Meanwhile, Lyla hadn’t even stopped to take a look. How rude, how rude, and so he sped up the chase just to let her know. Flames gave way to the body again, curled fur and tail whipping along as he got closer and closer to her. Eventually, she took a sharp turn and he continued on through the wall while chuckling to himself.

Lyla continued through the hall and ended up in a room with her back against a door and her hand on her chest. She stepped inside to see that the lights were on. The bedroom was as immaculately kept as the rest of the manor with a few dressers here and there, except, perhaps there were a few fewer furnishings. That being said, the bed itself looked comfortable with large covers that seemed to beckon her. When she sat on the bed to catch her breath, Nim appeared from the floor and crashed into her. His claws were at her shoulders keeping her pinned down, her eyes wide with fright as he peered down at her with the same grin, his tail and ribbon all poised in the air. One of his ribbons curled around her neck forming a choker. She trembled and seemed to look from left to right looking for a way to go as he opened his maw, fangs shining in the light with droplets of drool falling from them onto her neck.

When he lowered his mouth and the girl closed her eyes, he chuckled near her ear, “Got you.”

She blinked open her eyes and opened her mouth shakily before squeaking out, “You ass! I thought you were going to kill me and harvest my soul energy or something like that!”

Nim purred, “And why would I do that when I could keep you around for so much longer?”

Her expression rose with fright again until she coughed, “Wait, you’re just trying to freak me out again!”

The ribbon tightened a bit, his voice slipping out with a hum, “Yes but also maybe not. You’re just so much fun. I’d imagine it’d be nice to have you around and what I feel from you is fantastic. After all, I don’t need to drain you dry. I only need to catch the fragments that slip away while you panic and scurry.”

As he eased his touch on her shoulders, she brought her hands up to his sides to start pushing while stammering out, “W-well, that’s nice and all but you know, I really should be leaving.”

He pressed her down to the bed again and nuzzled her cheek, rumbling near her ear as he did so, “Aw, so soon? And here I was going to seduce you. To taste of your life in a different manner.”

Nim chuckled at his own little tease. It was, of course, something silly to say. Another tease. No human would accept that and perhaps this would give the girl even more of a fright if she thought he was some sort of depraved animal. And yet, he could not help but think of how nice it would feel. Her essence was truly something lovely that sparked with vitality, sparked with such a beauty that he would not mind having her around. Alas, he wouldn’t go that far with just a common college girl. Then again, couldn’t he? She had trespassed and he was within his rights to do what he wanted. These errant little thoughts were bringing a warmth through his cold body that he had not thought possible, his eyes peering down at her cheeks. He could not help but notice, that she was blushing.

Oh goodness, what a mistake. Either from embarrassment or genuine interest, those cheeks of hers had turned a lovely shade of rose, and so his mischief teetered upward as he muttered, “I can see that you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Lyla laughed but her cheeks turned from pink to scarlet, “Hah! As if! You terrify me, why would I ever think about that?”

The ribbon around her neck was removed, replaced by the grace of his mouth pressed to the skin, his tongue hanging out to drag a few times to feel her shudder before he muttered, “Because, maybe a bit of danger and fright excites you. Why else come into a haunted home? No luck with humans. So scared of living pokemon. Perhaps you thought you’d be better suited toward the genuine thrills of ghosts?”

She frowned a bit and looked away, “I thought you didn’t care about my situation.”

“In some ways, I don’t, but it tells me more about you and it is hard not to notice these things. Why not then, become a ghost trainer?” He said with a hum while continuing to lick her neck.

Lyla breathed out, “I mean, I’d get made fun of, right? I got teased for being afraid of handling pokemon anyway. Got teased because I was interested in weird things. Imagine how it’d be if I was into ghost pokemon? And I just moved here and got into college so I want to make a good impression. I’m just here because I needed a little break, a place without people.”

And so he purred to her ear, “And so now here you are under my claws and light.” At the same time, he wasn’t one to ignore what was on his mind and so he leaned back while sighing, “But hearing you mope along about such things has really put a mild damper in things. I can’t really hold my tongue, you see? My simple advice is this—”

“I don’t really need—”

He placed his paw on her face to push her head back down to the bed and interrupt her, “My advice is this; let them rot. You’ve got yourself, your own studies, your own life. If people want to tease you for your fears or for your interests then they aren’t worth being around. Whatever pokemon comes here is allowed here as long as they are not a bother, if they are troublesome or make too much of a mess then they are simply ousted. Snip away at the ties to your life in order to make a better one for yourself.”

Lyla blinked and looked up at him while her shoulders untensed, his paw just under his chin as he beamed quite proudly. Quietly she then said, “That’s actually pretty good advice. My parents just kept on telling me not to make trouble and I’d make friends eventually. I mean, I do have my own interests and my own hobbies I just wish I had people to share them with.”

“You need to be able to express your hobbies and interests first before you are able to receive any guests to your heart and life, you silly thing.” Sighed Nim.

She frowned and he allowed her to lean up just a bit while she huffed, “You don’t have to be such a dick about it.”

“There you are, asserting yourself to a dangerous individual who is going to chain you spiritually and sexually. You’ll be able to handle the general public with no issues whatsoever!” He said with a big smile.

At first, she seemed to smile and brighten but then her cheeks burned again and she coughed, “What?!”

He laughed and planted his claws on her shoulders again to bring her down. The games had been fun but really, nothing could ever last forever and so he decided to stop teasing, stop playing these little games, and put his mouth over hers for a firm kiss. Nim felt her squirm, felt the force of her life trembling beneath him, but under him, she seemed to buckle as well. His mouth moved over hers, melding and slipping closer until she allowed her lips to part for his tongue to dip inside. The kiss was deepened there, warmth and a gentle chill mixing together as the lights dimmed except for the glow of his tail and flame-tipped ribbons. Sticky drool slipped together and mixed, the kiss deepening further as he pushed his tongue along hers as if he were robbing her of her breath. When he pulled away, he licked his chops and sneered down at her to catch a glimpse of those glowing cheeks and hazy eyes. There was a mote of frustration there, of annoyance as well but her lovely gaze of aqua was peering into the gentle flames of his essence. She breathed a little easier, but her cheeks were still warm and her gaze still darted away whenever she seemed to notice the cut of his sneer. No, that wouldn’t do at all. He forced her gaze back in the right place by catching her mouth by forcing another kiss while she uttered a little whine muffled between their kiss.

As he finished his second taste of strawberry, he hummed, “Not much fight in you, is there?”

“Shut up.” She grumbled.

“I mean, you could at least push and whimper.” Nim sighed.

Lyla sniffed, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

She squeaked as he bit down on her neck before Nim purred, “Of course.”

The girl finally pushed him but only a quick shove that jostled him more than anything else, and as he chuckled she huffed, “And you think I’ll just do whatever you want?”

Nim looked into her eyes and drew closer, stepping over her shoulder and onto the bed, digging his claw into the material while leaning in to mutter with their noses touching, “Yes and I’ve decided. You’re fun enough to be mine. Won’t that be nice?”

Concern and fluster fought for dominance on her expression and whatever she said was shut away in yet another kiss. Nim even tilted his head this time to drag his tongue along her own over and over again when she parted her lips. She seemed so pliable, so easy to control even though she whined and complained. He had to be careful, though, not to take too many kisses, not to draw from her when he didn’t want to. Every part of her seemed so open to him right down to her soul. It would be easy enough to subjugate her, easy enough to break her but he didn’t want a broken doll. He wanted all of her strings attached, all of her careful stitches and seams to be in the right places. Nim indulged in that lovely kiss for a bit more, the sound of the crackling fire and raindrops on glass adding a soothing song to this heated melding.

When he finally pulled his mouth away again, it seemed that she had run out of words. Lyla was lying there with her mouth open, panting and her eyes left like half-moons looking off into some distant dream. He licked the back of his paw idly while tilting his head wondering if he had done a bit too much, but he couldn’t help but grin. No, he could not stop himself right now. He could not stop himself from claiming this lovely treat that had trespassed on his home. Every snippet of goodwill in his body was being overpowered by mischief but how would it be in the end? Would he let her loose, or perhaps he would really keep her here? What he should have done, was give her a kiss on the ear and a whisper of something far too sweet before letting her loose but he couldn’t just do that. No, he had to sink further.

He lay on his side on the bed next to her, his tail whipping from side to side, “Wake up, sweet maid. Time to serve.”

Her eyes opened and she slowly sat up while rubbing her head, “Huh, I feel kind of like I’ve been swimming.” She then frowned a bit as she muttered, “Sweet maid? What do you—”

Lyla’s words stopped when she looked toward him and he couldn’t help but smirk in utter delight as she gawked at him. One of his legs was spread up to let her see what her first job would be as his maid. His shaft twitched freely from a black sheathe followed by dark and heavy balls. Nim’s member itself was a similar hue to the flames he bore on his ribbons and tail but certainly with a bit less of a glow to it. Regardless, it twitched and throbbed, popping up and to the side on occasion as if beckoning her.

With his lower half remaining in position and his upper half lying in such a manner that he could cross his forelegs, Nim hummed, “Your lips should already be working. Such a naughty maid making me wait.”

The human looked away while muttering, her words slipping in places, “I uh, I mean. I guess I know what to do but I mean, I’m not your maid. This isn’t the house I belong to and I mean, you can’t just keep me here.”

Such an adorable weakness. He couldn’t help but purr, “Lyla. Get to work. There’s no need to resist, no need to be concerned at all. Just listen to the rain and fire, feel your own heart thumping, and give in. A bit of confidence and so much more could all be yours. Just let me take over.”

She touched her chest while shuddering, her eyes shut tight as she managed to speak, “You’re doing something to me.”

“Yes, and you’re loving it, aren’t you? The destruction of choice means the responsibility has been lifted. The stress is gone, isn’t it?” He then rumbled quietly, “Should I stop?”

When she opened her eyes, they were reflecting the lavender of his flames, the quiet blue and light purple licking in the gentle aqua of her eyes as she answered, “No. I feel calmer than usual and I like what you were saying even before you started toying with me. If I become your maid, will you really treat me right?”

Nim purred, “As right as any other part of the manor.”

Lyla got up onto her knees and pulled the hoodie off of her body along with whatever she wore underneath. The bra came off and he beamed at the sight of her bare chest. Her cheeks were still crimson despite his influence but of course, he wasn’t trying to break her or make her do anything. All he was doing was nudging her in a little direction here or there, and the desire was there itself. The desire to be free from little concerns, the desire to rest as spirits and ghosts do. The sound of the rain continued to tap against the glass of the window, the crackle of his flames remaining quiet and gentle as she brought herself between his legs to lean down and brush strands of hair from her face. She planted a kiss on the tip of his shaft before both of her hands moved to grab on. One set of digits trailed along the length of his shaft up and down while the other set moved to cup and squeeze his balls. Again she kissed the tip before moving toward the rest, her head dipping lower to the balls where she began to lick one part of the sack while cupping the other. Her tongue took it nice and slow, her mouth moving a bit lower than that when she felt one of his ribbons curling around her neck again to pull her in that direction.

Taint and rear were given a good tongue lashing and he briefly considered dropping whatever influence he was using on her just to hear her reaction. Even then, this was all she wanted. This obedience she displayed, this desire to give in to something frightening on her own terms, it was something that she wanted. He only hoped that she could be so bold on her own outside of the walls of the manor; if he let her loose. Her tongue slid from place to place, beads of sweat lapped away, his rear toyed with and dipped into with her tongue that seemed tailor-made to serve him. When she had finished with his rear, her mouth moved back to the balls to suckle on each orb, her tongue out and moving to polish them just right before going up to the shaft. Oh yes, if she could keep this up then he’d have to keep her. He’d treat her just right. Just as if she were a piece of the mansion itself. What a fantastic addition to his territory.

The ribbon drew her up to the tip of his cock just as the tip began to leak clear and sticky drops. She let her tongue out to catch a few before she closed her lips over the tip and began to bob her head up and down. And at the same time, he purred, “How many times have you done something like this? Are any professors or other students so lucky? Oh, that’s right, you just got there, my bad.”

His comment had halted her and even with his influence her cheeks blazed and she peered toward him in a moment of annoyance. When he simply chuckled and bucked his hips to push more of his shaft into her mouth, she got back to work oh so dutifully. Wherever she learned her trade, he appreciated it now as he felt the warmth of her lips and tongue around his shaft, his balls and taint left slick with her spit and feeling a bit of pleasant chill in comparison. The heat of her tongue grazed along the bottom of his shaft, but she only seemed to take about half of him in. With a joyful hum, he pushed forward into her mouth to make sure she knew that it wouldn’t do at all to just half-ass things. Not in this estate and not if she wanted to continue being his maid. It seemed that she had the desire and drive. Though she whined, Lyla pushed her head forward to take more of his girth into her maw, a little gag here and there sounding off from the confines of her throat. He only snickered and sneered at her struggling, sighing on occasion while humping her face with minimal effort on his part. Oh, he could be rougher, he could certainly be meaner but it was more fun to feel her do this herself.

Nim purred as he felt her getting closer and closer to the right spot, her nose eventually brushing through the curled fur of his crotch. He rumbled in delight at that and thrust once with more of his strength when she tried to pull away just to reward her. She responded by pausing a bit, shuddering but not gagging this time before slowly pulling back. Oh? That movement was so slow and languid, did she enjoy the display of his strength? Perhaps it was just his imagination but she hovered at the tip now while her tongue moved in little circles. A pleasant feeling but not quite enough. He thrust once more with his strength to bury her nose to his underside and this time she gagged a bit before continuing to bob her head back and forth.

“Good girl.” He purred, “That’s it. Give it your all and I’ll treat you well.”

For a moment, he shut his eyes to bask in the feeling of her service, to enjoy the sound of the raindrops and crackling flames joined by the sticky resonance of her lips passing up and down his shaft. He could feel her shivering too, a little vibration that had begun from when he had complimented her. Did she truly understand how savage he could be? How this feeling within him burned to claim her? He wondered if she was just expecting a little escape from things, at the same time, he himself was wondering just how severe he would be. In his heart, he felt that he shouldn’t push this too far but at the same time, to see her on those strings of his dancing, to have her each day as his own. Oh, it was quite usual for trainers to find their pokemon but it was stranger for a pokemon to find a human to catch. And yet, that was what he wanted. When he opened his amber eyes flickering with the glow of delight, he saw that her eyes were reflecting his own. He smiled as he watched her work, felt that mischief rising within him as he saw her so dutifully cup and massage his balls at the same time. He could no longer lounge and bask in this delight. Nim needed to act.

“Stop and lie back.” He rumbled while his eyes narrowed, a smile still on his expression.

Lyla pulled back to obey while breathing out, “Sure, bed’s soft enough anyway.”

Nim ignored her quip and stepped over her head, moving so that his cock was hanging above her face. The tip throbbed and twitched, a steady flow of sticky drops falling onto her lips. No command needed to be uttered, all he had to do was lower his hips to bring his shaft in line with her mouth. She opened wide, and he sighed aloud as he felt his member gliding along her warm tongue before dipping into her throat. She did squirm a bit as his balls touched her nose, as he rooted himself deep in her throat, but she did not push him away. Hmm, she was just a little bit too obedient for his tastes. At the same time, the pleasure was enough that he did not care. The feeling of her wet mouth around his shaft caused him to shiver, a spark of delight trailing up his back as he began to bounce up and down to pound into her mouth. He swirled his hips and pushed them low, dipping down all the way while he curled his tail carefully around her neck just for an extra hold. He’d have to get her a choker of some sort to let her know who she belonged to, and oh her outfit would have to be coordinated carefully. With a hum, he looked down and noticed that she was still wearing shorts. Well, no trouble there.

He leaned forward until only half of his shaft was rooted into her maw, his fangs biting down on her shorts to make quick work of them with a rip and a tear reserved just for her underwear. It was then that she managed to pull her mouth away to whine aloud, “Hey! Those were expensive for a student!”

That was what caught her off guard? That’s right, she was a bit strange, wasn’t she? And so he chuckled, “My bad.”

As an experiment, he bit down on her thigh as he began to grind his cock against her lips and face to push for her to open her mouth. She squeaked and shuddered more violently than usual, and there it was. She was afraid of normal pokemon things. Fangs and claws. Dangerous growls and behavior befitting creatures that needed taming. He continued to grind against her cheek and face until she opened up and let him back inside but he didn’t thrust all the way just yet. When he took his fangs off of her thigh she seemed to calm down and so he bit down again, licking and forgoing the ability to pound her throat fully just to frighten her a little and remind her that he wasn’t just a simple ghost. Every little twitch and squeak, each tiny motion of concern or mote of fear he felt pouring off her person was another bit of satisfaction that almost felt better than rooting himself into her throat. Almost.

He pulled his hips up as if he were going to pull out and he even took his fangs off of her thigh and breathed out, “There there, no need to be so jumpy.” Nim then thrust his hips down all the way when he felt her relaxing, one paw raised up to his chin as he sighed in delight while seated on her face and rooted in her throat, “I’m almost done after all.”

Nim kept his hips in place and his position for just a bit, just to hear what sounded like a muffled curse. Adorable. He started to bounce on her face again, balls slapping against her nose, cock digging deep. A stickiness had formed on his balls from a collection of sweat mixed with spittle slipping from her sloppy lips as he pounded away her senses. Nim had held back enough, and he growled and let his claws be known. Both of his paws were placed around her hips as he got into the best position to breed her mouth, his hips crashing down, his claws grazing against her sides causing her to jolt and squirm beneath him. The knot at the base of his shaft began to swell outward and slip out, and it kissed along her lips with each thrust now. When it felt like she couldn’t handle any more, he continued thrusting and growled to make his point. Her lips conformed to the shape of his knot, her throat tightening around his shaft as he uttered a curse of delight, the lights in the room flaring just a bit brighter as he began to fill her maw.

His climax shot out as heated lines of stickiness from the tip of his shaft, the feeling good enough that he raised his head on high and groaned. He even let go of her body to plant his rear on her face and drink in the feeling of filling her mouth so thoroughly. Nim sighed and cooed, head and a fang biting down on his lower lip as he rubbed his balls on her nose and ground his shaft against her tongue and throat. Though he continued to douse her throat and tongue with his seed, Nim leaned forward to get up and start moving, the knot struggling to slip out a bit before he managed to yank it out. He kept one back foot on her face, the last twitches of his orgasm spraying on her chest as she coughed and huffed. There was a satisfaction in knowing that she had so thoroughly taken to the role of his servant but there was also so much more he could do with her. Even now he felt lust pouring through him and urging him ever onward.

“Ah, good girl but we’re nowhere near done.” He said with a hum.

It seemed she was too dazed to answer right now, even as he pushed her cheek with a rear paw. Shrugging, he turned around to start licking her chest to get her attention, his tongue moving from underneath one of her breasts up to the nipple. She shuddered and suddenly her eyes were more focused but still a bit hazy. Nim licked gently, nuzzling and kissing her breasts softly as if to reward her, before he opened his mouth wide and as gently as he could, planted his mouth around her nipple. He chuckled as she flinched, but all he did was lick, all he did was keep his tongue in motion. Bitter, sweet, and salty mixed in lovely degrees as he lapped away his mess and bits of sweat, both her own and a few droplets that had fallen from his own form. He continued licking around her chest until she was panting, until her breasts had been cleaned of his mess and sweat alike, and then he began to move downward.

As his tongue passed her stomach, he bit down firmly once causing her to yelp, “Hey! At least stop surprising me like that.”

Nim chuckled and rewarded her for the fun reaction by letting his tongue sail down to her crotch where he lapped and kissed for just a few seconds before moving on to his real goal. Her legs had no choice but to open as he pushed his snout between her thighs and began to lick her lovely heat. Her reaction to this was much more intense than he had expected. Not just in a squeaky moan or lovely sighs of ecstasy, but she actually pushed down on his head and whined. He almost wanted to laugh at her reaction to this compared to having her mouth fucked and her face sat on. Instead of letting her push him, he dug his tongue inside of her and dug his claws around her thighs to cling closer and continue lapping away at her sanity.

Whenever she tried to pull away, he pushed closer and dug his tongue deeper. Whenever she tried to push him, he would growl and shove against her touch to let her know that there was no way that she could stop him. The more he licked, the more she squirmed, the deeper he pushed his tongue, the more she whined and moaned in equal measures. All of this continued until her grip on his head began to slip, until her fingers simply twitched against his fur and her thighs began to squeeze against his cheeks. Her ankles were crossed now above his shoulders, her moans growing more frequent. Soon enough, he felt the gush of her pleasure, the tightening of her insides, the locking of her legs around him. He had to smile as he felt it, as he let his tongue out of her cunt to press against her crotch and lap away at her pleasure while she panted. As her hold on his head loosened, as her legs fell to the bed, he moved over her body to plant his paws near her sides, his mouth leaning up to capture her mouth. The kiss seemed to surprise her but her eyes were half-shut and drunk with whatever lust he had put on her. What spell did he need to make a girl like this submit? None at all.

When Nim pulled his mouth away, he purred quietly, “Get your hand working. You know what I want you to do. Push it in yourself.”

Lyla looked away from him the same expression on her face but both of her hands moved between them. He rumbled as he licked her throat while waiting for her hands to grasp onto his desire. One set of her fingers slipped around his sheathe, gripping gingerly while the other worked the shaft to coax it out more and more until he was fully erect again. Cute that she did not fear this, that she did not seem to mind handling a cock of this shape when it truly belonged to a pokemon rather than a human. He wondered if he could tease her about it but right now mischief was taking a break in order to let lust hold the reigns. Both of her hands worked to take his cock and ease it to her heat, her body rising shakily to line up her entrance to the tip of his shaft. Slowly, she eased it in while breathing out just a bit heavier, that air slipping from her lips turning into a fine mist as the lights of the world dimmed away leaving only a glow surrounding them. Once the tip was inside, once he felt the warmth of her tightness gripping him; Nim slammed in all the way.

There was a temptation to bite onto her neck, to make her squeal in fear and delight at the same time, and in some ways, he gave in to that mischief with joy. He pulled out slowly and purred next to her ear before slamming in to hear her cry out and biting down on her neck to feel those small motes of fear. He pushed and shoved, thrust and pumped deep inside of her until his movements became that of a constant piston. He would have jolted her forward if it weren’t for his paws wrapped around her sides keeping her locked in place to be used as his toy. Despite what little bits of fear she felt from his claws and from his fangs, she still moaned aloud and even moved her hips against his thrusting. It was as if she had lost herself entirely in it and he only hope that the physical activity had not broken her. After all, he had restrained himself so much when it came to her mind and spirit.

On occasion, he pulled back gently and began the soft and loving rhythm while removing his fangs from her neck, only to do it all over again. However, he forced her into another kiss, a deep one where he could dip his tongue into her maw and let her own tongue feel the point of his fangs. She moaned and squirmed even in this state, her shaky arms clinging tight to his body. He did not wait for permission, he did not wait to hear whether she would want something like this or not but instead, he dipped in as deep as he could to grind at her furthest spot, just as his knot began to surface again. Last time he held out as much as he could but he wanted the momentum right now to knock the wind out of her, and so he slammed his knot into her cunt to root himself deep within her with a wet pop. Hot cum began to flood out of his shaft and inside of her, both of them beaded with sweat, her eyes fluttering as her muffled moan vibrated into his mouth in such pleasant ways. All he did was keep his mouth against hers while filling her, keep their connection as close as possible as if he were stealing both breath and soul from her.

As he finished staining her insides right up to her womb, he pulled out with a forcible tug causing a splatter of pleasure to hit the bed. He then slowly took his mouth off of hers and peered down at his handy work while sitting on his haunches, “My, I hope that wasn’t too much for you.”

Her eyes were barely open, her mouth opening and closing slowly to suck in breath and her face permanently flushed. No response. Ah well. The lights further dimmed until there was nothing left but a little glow from his flames. Ribbons descended from the darkness above as the world around them faded away. They wrapped and wrapped around her arms and body to drag her up and away into the darkness. He hummed and smiled, everything disappearing until all that was left was the glimmer of his fangs. Faded in the black he had her arms strung up and tied, her hips forced up to face him as he mounted her. He thrust and dug in deep, each push and movement causing a slap of rear on hip to echo out in the shadows. Even in this state of dreaming she moaned and sighed for him, her head limp and only held up by the ribbon around her neck. He needed more of this tightness, more of this sweet feeling and he filled her time and time again until she was practically plump with it. Dripping in the darkness obscured by the walls of the manor and the world within. He wondered what he should do with her even as he rested his chin atop of her head. Getting his aggression, lust, and mischief out had left him with a few other emotions that he registered quietly. Hours later, the girl was suspended gingerly by those ribbons in his quarters in the attic. He was watching her with head tilted and a long needle in his mouth, a few others floating by while wisps encircled her. When she awoke, the wisps dispersed and she groaned.

“Ugh, I’m sore all over. Did you do something to me while I was asleep?” She muttered before she looked around and stared at the needles, “O-oh. Oh no, I thought you wanted to keep me but I didn’t think you were going to do something like this. I mean, did you mean harvesting me?”

Nim tilted his head further before clamping onto the needle with one side of his mouth so he could speak, “You know, if I wasn’t feeling so blissful right now, I’d tell you that I am absolutely harvesting you but no, I’m just admiring my work.”

The ribbons burned away one by one letting her down to the floor and a mirror appeared in front of her long enough that she could see herself. He beamed as she touched her new outfit and coughed, “Where did all this come from?”

What she referred to was a lovely black dress she wore with a white apron tied around the waist with a ribbon. There was even a little flame pin on her chest of his colors. Black gloves adorned her hands, and around her neck was his favorite piece. It was a choker with a small bow near the back. And as she turned around he said aloud, “I decided to give you a uniform since your old clothes were ruined.”

“O-oh.” She said while looking over her shoulder, “So I guess that means I’ll be staying here permanently. I mean, even if I say no you could just probably mess with my head.”

His eyes flashed for a moment and he purred, “That I could.” He then shrugged, “But a missing girl is not something I want to court. Oh no, if you disappear it would have to be in a manner that keeps eyes away from here. Instead, you’re only obligated to come back.”

She rolled her eyes and turned around with a little smile, “Oh? And why would I come back? “

“Because I’ll fetch you if you don’t. By spiritual or physical means.” He then chuckled and put a paw under his mouth, “Besides, I have a nice little home here for you to rest your poor head at and a friendly ear to listen to all your problems.”

Her cheeks turned rosy but she simply smiled a bit wider as she sighed, “Thanks. I’ll be sure to come back around so you won’t get lonely.” And then the wisps appeared again with two things, her phone, and an umbrella, both of which she caught with a gasp, “My phone! Say, Nim, can we take a picture together? I’ll turn off the shutter sound!”

He frowned hard at that, the needles fading from the air as well as the one in his mouth. From behind the mirror he walked next to her and sat at her side before he sniffed, “Keep it hidden and make it quick.”

She beamed and crouched down with her arm wrapped around his shoulder holding the umbrella and with her other hand she took a picture of them both. Once it was done, she got up and bounced, “Thanks! I’ll keep it tucked away somewhere safe! And maybe someday you can tell me why you hate pictures so much.”

Nim closed his eyes and sighed, “Maybe after a year or two. But keep being nosy and I’ll fire you.”

One of his eyes opened as she planted a kiss on his cheek and giggled, “Got it, boss, or should I say, master?”

He looked at her with a little smirk and hummed, “Master will do but keep calling me that right now and see that I don’t rip up my fine work and keep you overnight.”

Her cheeks burned another shade and he couldn’t help but wonder if she would actually let him do that. She had almost expected him to capture her, and to harvest her as well. Had she been prepared for anything that would have happened? Maybe she was. What mental nudging he had done was over with and he didn’t feel like toying with her right now but still, there was something so obedient and ready in her gaze. It was almost enough to make him want to misbehave yet again. Instead, he decided on not doing that just now.

After a few seconds of an awkward stare, Lyla cleared her throat, “Anyway, I kind of don’t want to go back to my roommate wearing something like this. Do you have anything else I can wear?”

“Just say that you found work at a pokemon cafe to get over your fears. Simple.” He said with a snicker.

They stared one another down until she simply huffed and got up to walk out, “Fine. This is so embarrassing but I guess I’ll have to do as you ask.”

As she opened the door to step out of his room, he called aloud, “Follow the wisps to the entrance and remember to come back.”

When the door shut, he pushed open the glass door leading to the balcony and watched as she walked away with the umbrella over her head. For a moment, she paused and looked toward him before waving with a smile clear on her expression. Nim simply returned her smile and watched as she departed while cool raindrops fell atop his head and hissed as they touched the flames of his candles. When he was certain that she was out of his sight, he returned to his quarters and let the door shut. He hoped that whoever her roommate was would enjoy the sight of the uniform but also enjoy what he hadn’t told Lyla just in case she bent over in the wrong place. He had given her quite a lovely thong. Chuckling and humor aside, Nim turned invisible and faded through the wood as he allowed the day's events to pass over him. Warmth glowed from within. A gentle thing full of love and joy. He wandered quietly through the manor checking every little corner. A few scuffs. A bit of dust. A few portraits and pieces of furniture that needed to be set straight but oddly enough, all he did was ask the wisps to wash the sheets. The manor had always been kept immaculate and that was part of the strangeness of it. That was part of what it made it feel so haunted. Nim found that he enjoyed the tiny imperfections left behind. Because it made it feel like a home.