Her Ghost in the Fog
Her Ghost in the Fog
By: Rakuen Growlithe
Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. This story has sex. I don't own the song this story is based on.
AN: This is one of my more experimental stories (I hope to do a few) and is partially written in the future tense ('cause there are very few stories written in the future tense). Hope you like it. I'm also thinking about trying my hand at making some kind of pokemon sex game using a game editor but my drawing skills suck so if anyone is interested in helping me please send me an email.
'Dawn discovered her there
Beneath the cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, her raven hair
Flown to gown her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back prayer
She'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood:
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed:
"Come back to me
For I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in-between?"'
-Her Ghost in the Fog, Cradle of Filth-
As a psychic pokemon I possess the ability to glance into the future, to look past the fogs that hide what is yet to come and glimpse brief flashes of destiny unfurling.
Those that lack the ability covet it, imagining the possibilities of knowing the next card to be drawn from the deck or the next move to be used in a battle. However, more than any of that, they fervently wish to keep what they have. They lament, "I wish I'd known to lock that door", "If only I'd known that trainer was there", "If only...". They seek the possibilities of the knowledge of the future to prevent it, to keep what they have, be it possessions or loved ones.
Few realise it will not help them, destiny will roll onward and they cannot break its hold. Perhaps they can cheat death for a while but they will never prevail, that is the lesson us psychic pokemon have learnt. It is the reason Mew plays alone and Xatu stares into the sun all life. They know whoever they meet will die and they see it in their minds and it torments them.
Most psychic pokemon are lucky and do not see more than a couple of seconds forward in time but occasionally even they, even I, see further, see deeper, see what we fear most.
It is midday and I am lying on my back in the speckled shadow that a tree is casting. The lush green grass is swaying around me in the light breeze that is drifting from the blue haze of distant mountains. Everything is quiet and peaceful. I watch as the clouds drift serenely, high above me. As I look my mind starts to spin and the clouds seem to swirl like a tornado. My heart beats rapidly and I am desperately hoping I am not dying. Feelings of vertigo and nausea are rising in my body and my skin prickles incessantly. My breath is coming in shallow gasps and my lithe, light purple-furred body shivers uncontrollably as it changes from hot to cold. My vision blurs and a myriad of bright colours dance before my eyes and then I find my astral body floating in the air. I am watching myself, watching what the future will contain...
Much later in the day I shall rise to my four paws, yawn and stretch my stiff body. My forked tail will arc over my back and a lone tear will glimmer as it falls from my face.
I feel there will be a lot of sadness in my heart but I do not know why that will be. I can feel the emotions I will have although they are slightly dampened. I yearn to know what I will be thinking about to understand why I am so sad but my mind is blocked from my powers. Probably since I am watching the future and it does not exist; I cannot read a mind that is not yet in existence.
I shall walk slowly to my den. All the time I shall face the ground with my face showing a look of intense concentration. As I get nearer and nearer to home I shall walk ever slower.
I shall be putting off my homecoming for a reason I am unable to discern. That scares me. What happened to me between now and then? I never feel anything but elation when I am returning. When I reach my home I reach my mate, my love, my entire reason to exist. Elizabeth.
She is the most beautiful pokemon I shall ever meet; a white ninetails with creamy fur tipping her ears and the ends of her flowing tails. How I love to just relax in those silken wonders. I could happily melt into her body as my vaporeon cousins do with water. I know that it is not possible but I can luxuriate in what is, to breathe her sweet scent, feel her soft fur, taste her warm mouth and stare into her golden eyes.
Elizabeth will hear my paws on the packed earth that forms the floor to our den.
"Are you feeling better, Malacki?" she will ask with concern in her voice.
"I'm sorry about earlier," I shall reply, "There was something I just needed to think about. I'm okay now and I'm all yours."
She will walk over to me, her tails undulating behind her like ivory waves. She will touch her nose against mine and will share my breath then she will run her muzzle along mine in further greeting.
"If there is something wrong, Malachi, you can tell me," she will remind me.
She will sit alongside me and wrap my small body in her tails; she knows that always comforts me. I shall try to relax, feign being peaceful but it will all be a deception. For better or for worse it will fool her sufficiently and she will believe that I am feeling better.
"So, you're all mine?" Elizabeth will ask while using her tails to draw me before her.
Her paws will rub over my chest and she will lower her muzzle to my own and will give a teasing lick to my lips.
"I'm all yours, mistress," I shall reply.
She will be pleased and send her tongue conquesting from her maw to my smaller one.
I smile as I watch this. Yes, I am submissive to her. Does that matter? She is still the most beautiful creature that has and will ever live. I know she has cursed people before, that is a trait the ninetails species has, but she has never been anything other than a blessing to me. Never have I felt pain at her paws or teeth and I do not believe the day when I do will ever come. We were made for each, I believe that with all my soul and I cannot imagine my life without her there for me.
I shall be helpless to resist her as her tails grip my limbs firmly. The familiar feeling of being subject to her every whim will wash over me and thrill me to my core. Her warm, wet tongue will finish probing my mouth and it will be with reluctance that I shall feel her withdraw. Drops of hot fox saliva will spill from her panting muzzle held above me and soak my fur. She will sense my desire and let her tongue hang out, framed by her canines like a river passing between two mountain peaks. I shall watch her clear drool slide down her tongue and form a shining droplet at the tip. I shall whine, desperate to quench my thirst for her, and gravity will take over and pull the fluid through the air to land on my tongue from where I shall happily drink it down.
Even though it is only a vision I feel my dick beginning to slide from its sheath. I can only watch my future self with jealousy as he tastes our mate's saliva. Thinking of it makes me more aroused and I wish I could connect my mind and just taste it. I try to crush the thought and remember it is not real. In reality I appear to anyone who finds me to be in a coma and, since I am aroused in my mind my body is also aroused, with an erection. A thought of Elizabeth finding me unconscious and being able to do anything she wants to me comes unbidden to my mind and I immediately feel my cock twitch at the idea.
I shall be released from Elizabeth's hold but lie there as she has given me no orders. She will walk to my rear and blow her warm breath over my sheath and balls.
"You know you're very obedient," Elizabeth will comment, just before her tongue will twine around my emerging member and will encourage it to forsake its hiding place.
"I'd do anything for you," I shall moan in pleasure.
"I know," she will murmur by then moving up my body while rubbing her belly over my fully-hardened member, "That's one of the reasons I love you."
"I love you..."
Three words which make everything look brighter. I have almost forgotten the unease I had sensed earlier and that also applies to my future self. Ninetails are larger than espeon but that does not matter to Elizabeth and me. It limits a few things but not our love and we are still able to mate; something I am wishing could happen now. This is close to torture, watching myself and Elizabeth. I watch my future self extend his tail under Elizabeth's tail and I move a forepaw to my cock and start stroking along the length, visualising what resides below those wonderful tails.
My tail will slide along Elizabeth's cream belly, between her legs and to the warmth that radiates from her vagina. The twin tips of my tail will brush against her swollen lips and feel the slick coating of natural lubrication over her soft flesh. She will press her light body against mine, trapping my erection between us and caressing it with her belly. I shall press my lips to hers and my tongue will trace the line between, imploring for entrance. She will just grin and bask in the pleasure of me licking her muzzle like a hungry cub. Then she will open her maw wide and press her tongue into my mouth, forcing mine back as she takes control. I shall be forced to suppress my gag as her long tongue descends slightly down my throat then, just as I can no longer hold my breath, she will retract her tongue to allow me to gasp in the den air that will be fragrant with her smell.
Before I have even caught my breath she order, "Start using your tail, love. I need it."
My two tail tips will press close together to make one and then they will begin to push against her pussy lips. Elizabeth will moan in pleasure as I penetrate her, letting her hot breath wash over my face. Her steamy cunt will grip my tail tightly, drawing it deeper, as her flowing juice will run down it and sends shivers along my spine.
I can not take it anymore. I curl into a tight ball and close my mouth over my own penis. Instantly I feel a release from the need for stimulation. I run my tongue over my dick, murmuring to myself as waves of euphoria rush through my veins. My cock gives a twitch and a glob of cum squirts into my mouth. I seldom suck myself off and I shudder at the taste but suck it down anyway. One good thing about being an astral body is that I can move around inside of my vision and ignore physics. I float upside down so that I can suck myself off and watch as I mate Elizabeth.
Elizabeth will arch her back while her vaginal walls will throb around my tail.
"Ooh. That's...good. I think...it's your turn...for some fun," she will pant.
I shall watch Elizabeth climb off me and then see the clumps of fur stuck together with my precum on both of us. I shall draw my dripping tail out of Elizabeth's vulpine cunt, bring it in front of me and let her watch me lick it clean. Her taste will send thoughts of lust swirling through my mind, clouding the day's thoughts and blinding me to everything but my desire to mate her. Elizabeth will bend down in front of me, she will part her tails, causing them to fan out on either side of her, and reveal her dampened cunt to me. I shall eagerly mount her, positioning my own needy organ at the entrance to her carnal temple. With a single thrust I shall plunge my whole length into her luscious embrace.
I suck harder as I watch myself enter my love and another spurt of cum erupts in my maw. I spit it out and the white liquid runs down my cheeks and over my crotch. I can fell my orgasm is approaching rapidly but I want to cum concurrently with my future self and so I use my psychic powers to block off my orgasm and keep me on the brink.
I will thrust forcefully and rapidly into Elizabeth's cunt, encouraged by her moans of pleasure.
"Faster, Malacki! Uh! Faster!"
Blindly by my passion and desire to accede to her every command I shall decide to my psychic abilities to enhance our lovemaking. My mind will link with Elizabeth's and allow us to feel each others body's sensations at the same time as our own. I shall almost cum right then and there; the feeling of plunging my sensitive cock deep into Elizabeth's sex while at the same time feeling myself stretch her body open and squeeze a path deep into her will be overwhelming. Somehow I shall manage to block our orgasms, leaving us in a world of building pleasure. The sensations of desire and need will build so high it will be like the peak of a heat and being unable to find relief. No one can take that for long and it will only last a short amount of time before I will be unable to hold it back any longer and our climaxes will hit with unstoppable force.
I will spasm on Elizabeth's back and my body will twitch uncontrollably as my cock pours out copious amounts of my seed. There will be no way to pull out as Elizabeth will also have hit her climax and her muscular walls will have an inescapable hold over my twitching cock. I shall feel our mixed juices pouring freely from her womb and dribbling down my legs. Shaking from exhaustion I shall collapse to the floor and, after one last kiss, fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Using my forepaws I massage my balls vigorously until I see myself and Elizabeth cry out as their orgasms hit, then I release my mental hold and am instantly consumed by a rush of ecstasy that explodes throughout my body. I shoot out long streams of cum that fill my mouth and, as I uncurl and writhe in pleasure, splash all over my body until I ran the risk of being mistaken for an albino. I expect the vision to end there but it does not and I sense its focus switch to my mate, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth will lie wrapped around my exhausted body for a long time before she hears a noise outside of our den. She will rise to her paws and exit the cave to investigate.
I am drawn along in my vision. There is no way for me to avoid following Elizabeth so I do not even strive to linger but drift along behind her, dwelling happily in the afterglow of my orgasm.
Outside of the den she will look cautiously around for any intruders nearby but not spot any, even though they will be lying in wait. She will raise her nose, testing the air, but all the scents will be swept away by the breeze and the faint traces she might have found will be drowned out by the stench of sex in her fur. Satisfied that no one is there she will turn to go back inside the den.
A harsh, growling voice will stop her in her tracks, "You're not going anywhere, ninetails!"
She will spin around at the sound of the voice to see a houndoom standing a short distance away.
"What do you want, Nicholas?" she will demand.
"You ninetails are a plague," he will growl, "You live forever, weaving your spells and curses, infuriating the humans with your skill and enticing them with your beauty. They come searching for you but others end up suffering and you go free. That is why you must die. For the good of all the pokemon living around we have come to the decision that we shall kill you."
After hearing 'we' Elizabeth will look around again noticing two other figures. On Nicholas' right there will be a sandslash and on his left a manectric.
I do not know the other two pokemon but I am gripped with fear for Elizabeth. She might have been able to handle any of the three in a one-on-one bout but against three at once she will not be capable of triumphing. My whole body burns with the desire to help her but there is nothing I can do.
Nicholas will take a menacing step forward and the light of the newly risen moon will glint upon his skull charm. Elizabeth's eyes will flash to the den for an instant as she considers the possibility of running inside and waking me to aid her in the fight. She will throw that idea away however, deeming it too risky and not being willing to put me in danger. There will be a snarl and Nicholas will leap forward to attack. In a flurry of long, white tails Elizabeth will spin around, dodging the assault and beginning to flee.
My presence floats alongside Elizabeth as she darts over the ground in the ever growing darkness. I look behind her and see the forms of her pursuers keeping pace behind. The sandslash is falling behind now but Nicholas and the manectric are still going strong. Dusk is falling fast. The sun has completely vanished from sight and the last vestiges of its light are fading. The land is becoming black and blue with only the pale moon and the shimmering stars to watch the hunt. In a patch of shadow I notice a shallow hole. Elizabeth has not yet noticed it and I cry out desperately, wishing that she could hear me.
Elizabeth will unwittingly step in the hole and will be thrown off balance. There will echo the sickening sound of bone snapping as she trips and crashes to the ground. Before she has a chance to make the slightest recovery the manectric will howl and release a powerful thunderbolt attack on her injured form. The current will surge through her body forcing her to throw her head back and cry out in pain. Nicholas will reach her first. He will open his jaws to reveal his gleaming teeth and then he will bury them deeply in the soft flesh of her throat. Her cry of pain and despair will be cut off when Nicholas crushes her trachea. She will writhe in his grasp while pain blinds her mind and her own sweet blood will flood her lungs and will flow out to stain her shimmering fur.
Once her spirit has fled her corpse the two killers will turn around and flee from the scene as a cold, ill-omened fog descends across the silent landscape.
I am back in the present, my heart beating so how hard that is hurting. I shiver even though the sun is still shining warmly on my body. I understand it all now. Why I was so reluctant to go home, the sadness in my mind, everything. Elizabeth is going to die. I can still see myself standing over her dead body in the gray environment. I will be crying then and I am crying now. Tears are running down my muzzle to drip from my nose onto the dirt at my paws. I am sobbing audibly now. I do not want this to happen but there is no hope for either of us.
"Malachi..."
I turn to see Elizabeth standing a short way behind me. It is too late to hide my face and she bounds over, full of concern.
"What is it?" she asks, nuzzling me tenderly.
"It's..."
What can I tell her? I can not tell her she will die tonight...or can I? Will that change fate? Can we escape the hands of destiny when no other pokemon has ever accomplished it? No matter what we do we will die, most likely I will die before Elizabeth and I can not do that to her. But I can not let her be killed! What can I do?
"I-I need to think... about something... Please... will you leave me alone?"
Her warm tongue strokes my cheek, "I'll be at the den. Don't stay away long and don't worry, I'm sure whatever it is will turn out fine. Goodbye, love."
Love... That one word tightens around my heart like a noose. I watch her leave and feel everything in me crying to follow, to call her back, to do something but I do nothing.
I curl up to think. Maybe there is a way to deny destiny, to fool fate and make a new future but I can not see one yet. I fall back to tears as my life slowly counts down. My heart will die with my love, with Elizabeth. It turns out the legends are true, ninetails curse. All ninetails curse whoever they encounter; my ninetails cursed me with her love.
The End