October adventure 4
#2 of Pokemon smut
I decided to write Very short lewd stories this month that focus around monsters. It's all going to be Pokémon, for reference Dwight as an Eevee has proportions more like that of one of his Eeveelutions. These stories will be Extremely kinky. A lot of it noncon. In any event I was encouraged to share these by a friend. If you enjoy it let me know. Such comments are like food to a writer.
This one's simply called The Ghoul
4th The Ghoul: Another morning came in the form a waxing crescent hanging over Nightville, and with it rose up Dwight, the young Vee shaking loose the tension in his muscles as he remembered the night before wandering if what he'd felt had been real or not. He hoped for the later but a stain on his sheet had him questioning. Deciding not to dwell on it, he remembered the Vampire's request, and after a bath set about it, heading to towards the graveyard.
In it's center was a collection of pillars, that mimicked those of the exterior fence, black wrought iron bars spanning the gaps between the latter. It along with the open gold bracelets and collar held upon an alter at the center of the yard gave the yard an occult feel to it. Still as he approached the gilded artefacts he hesitated, ears down as he looked over his back, the stalking presence of yesterday having gone unfelt today he rears up, throwing his neck and fores into the artefacts, a sickening snap resounding as they shut. Yet they were not magically released from their holders as he'd been told they would be.
Instead the boy's pale green eyes were forced to watch as a massive, dirt bespeckled paw with wicked black claws broke the earth a few feet before the ritual circle. The broken body of an Arcanine following, it's eye was missing, a patch skull showing, it's long broad tongue hung out, a viscus green goop replacing it's saliva as a mangy torso emerged, skin pealed back on one side to reveal ribs stitched back together with arcane green light, organs reanimated by pure ectoplasm. Even in death, the guardian served a sadistic smile coming over his ragged maw as he approached the Boy. All he said was that a punishment was in order, the nature of which was made clear soon.
The Beast's broad muzzle was shoved below a light brown tail, broad gooey tongue dragging between his cheeks as a earthen smelling mast of crimson flesh covered in green boils was brought to hang between his hindlegs. The putrid insistently masculine smell permeated the Eevee's nostrils as he yelped, feeling the tongue push deeper, spreading his already loosened hole, a rosey blush adorning his cheeks and sickening cackle danced in his ears. He was mocked as he felt his captor rear up massive brawny paws resting on the golden bracelets holding him, letting him see those ebony sickles as he felt reanimated muscle ripple beneath that mangy coat. It was embarrassing really, being below someone so blatantly more masculine even in undeath...
He did not have time to ponder it, as soon the spear like head of the Beasts cock was brought to bare against his supple tail hole, a loud chortle filling the yard as powerful hips pushed forward. Dwight's toes spread first, nails desperately trying to dig into the stone as his face contorted in pained pleasure as the glowing goop drooling tool began to force his pucker apart. A pained whinnying escaped his lips as he felt it, mind pathetically jumping with glee as he tried to step forward, to deny entrance for just a moment long! But all he did was choke himself on the collar.
That's right Dwight had the audacity to cum his little brains out as the engorged knot of Arcanine flesh tapped his distended pucker force the first time. It made his untouched cock jump and throb, firing ropes of alabaster seed into a womb that didn't exist, and which he couldn't feel. Needless to say it would not be his first load of the night, as the Ghoul retreated pulling ectoplasm free to run down the Eevee's thighs, and coat his fur while boils refilled. A brutal thrust sent Dwight while, howling and spitting his belly ever so slightly bulged to accommodate the obscene size of his abuser's length while the knot tapped him with a plap. Soon the repetitive sound filled the graveyard.
Plap plap plap. _Dwight hung limp. _Plap plap plap. His toned ass was lifted off the ground. _Plap plap plap. _It threated to enter him. _Plap plap plap. _It
Like a battering ram the blew past his pucker, the tight squeeze on his cock's rood sending him over the edge. A gallon of goop was deposited in Dwight's gut, causing a faint sickly green glow to shine through his flesh, a mark from the Ghoul who only laughed at his victims discomfort. It was so nice to have a new toy after so long, and he intended to savor it before he once again had to return to the grave!, So with a sickening pop, his knot was wrenched free, cock withdrawing to let out a torrent of seed before against the Boy was mounted, and a now green cock was reinserted, the thrusted beginning again for the first of many rounds that night... It didn't take long for our masochistic little Vee to lose track of how often he'd let loose a rope of his own seed to say the very least...