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Hexed	By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 3588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A House in the Woods
- 2-New Friends
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Miana sighed despite the agreeably warm, yet not too hot for a t-shirt and short navy skirt, weather. Even this deep into the forest, an ever-present breeze drifted around her legs and rustled her black shoulder length hair to cool her neck. Char, her towering Blaziken, walked merrily along a few steps behind, happy enough to follow her aimlessly past thick tree-trunks and when unavoidable, through scraggly brush.
They were lost, definitely, but not terribly so. It had only been a few hours since they left the path to follow a deep, swift moving stream, and then turned to investigate some hills. And now they were here, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, possibly not far from rejoining the path, maybe.
Miana wasn't worried. They had plenty of supplies, at least a few days, and if it came to the worst, she could activate her rescue beacon, but word of that always got around, not a great look for a relatively new trainer. Besides, her pokemon could easily take on anything they were likely to find around here. Her father had bought her two of the most powerful pokemon breeders had on hand.
Unfortunately, dusk fell earlier beneath the thick canopy of lush green leaves, fat and plentiful from the recent spring rains. The fading light made it harder to pick out landmarks to work towards, and with so many trees, visibility hadn't been great to begin with. When they stumbled across a meadow covered in soft grasses and not covered in opportunistic thorn-bearing shrubs, Miana drew to a stop.
"Camp here for the night?" she asked, more out of polite habit than anything else. Char nodded and Miana had almost opened her pack before the strangest voice she ever heard spoke, as if the sound originated between her ears, a vibration at the base of her skull.
"Humans!" It was an excited sound, like small chimes in the wind.
Miana looked around, but found nothing. "Is someone there?"
"Of course!" And like a leaf fluttering to the ground from on high, a Kirlia slowly lowered into the meadow, her white ruffled skirt billowing about her. Large red eyes regarded them.
Kirlia's head tilted in curiosity. "Did you come to see me? I don't get many visitors."
Miana blinked, and it took her a moment to recover from Kirlia's sudden arrival as well as the strange voice, which felt like it echoed around Miana's head. Kirlia came to a rest, hovering a few inches above the tall grass.
"N-Not exactly. We got a bit lost and were going to sleep here for the night."
Kirlia's voice sounded the tiniest bit disappointed. "Oh." Her cheer returned almost the same instant however. "You were going to sleep here? Outside? I thought humans didn't like doing that. I tried to build a house once but it's a lot of work! You must really hate it!"
Miana chuckled. She could feel the pokemon's cheeriness seep into her, some of the weariness leaving her mind and body, replaced by a bubbly energy. A grin split her face, which Kirlia returned.
"Well, we sleep outside sometimes – when we have to."
Kirlia's smile widened, showing a hint of her tiny fangs behind the long green hair obscuring most of her face. "You should come to where I live! You can spend the night with me. It will be cold tonight."
Miana glanced towards Char. He glowered at Kirlia, his normally intense features more disapproving than normal, and he stood with a slight angle to his stance, prepared for a fight. Kirlia appeared ignorant of the yellow-blue eyes focused on her. Even as light faded it hadn't grown appreciably colder, but pokemon tended to have a knack for predicting weather.
"What do you think? It would be nice to not have to worry about it raining on us. I know how you feel about getting wet," Miana teased.
Char grunted, his eyes never wavering from the much smaller pokemon. The standoffish set of his broad shoulders made it clear he didn't approve, but he otherwise remained silent. Kirlia turned to Char for the first time and drifted upwards as if the air itself were her throne until she no longer had to crane her neck to meet Char's blue and yellow eyes.
"A big guy like you doesn't have anything to worry about. What could I do?" Kirlia playfully booped Char on the nose with a delicate white hand. To Miana's surprise, Char barely reacted. Kirlia giggled wildly and floated a quick circle around Char's head. Char blinked and narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits.
Kirlia floated back to the ground. "It's not far. I can take us there now if you want." Her large red eyes, uncannily round, peered up from behind her hair.
"I guess so-" The words had barely left Miana's mouth when pale blue and purple light exploded around the three of them, Kirlia at the center of the swirling vortex of psychic energy. The grasses around them didn't so much as twitch. Miana tried to speak, but the air around her felt solid, her chest unable move. She couldn't even breathe.
Panic crept into her thoughts, but then nothing existed, not around her, not herself, just blackness. Even her thoughts felt distant, somebody elses. Reality snapped back into place. Miana felt like she should have been thrown to the ground by the sudden lurching stop, though it hadn't been a physical motion.
The three of them were, however, somewhere else, the meadow gone. The forest around them looked similar, so they couldn't have traveled too far, but this section of the forest seemed older, more distance between thick trunks. Their wide canopies had choked out any smaller plants, leaving the area fairly open.
Char growled, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings, but Miana found herself transfixed by the large two-story house nestled among the trees. Such a large building seemed out of place for however deep in the woods they were. It had obviously been here a long time, the roof covered in lichen and fallen leaves, and patches of green covered most of the mute brown siding around the foundation. Other than years of accumulated grime, Miana couldn't see any major problems with the structure, a front door firmly in its frame, no broken windows, though she couldn't see into any of them.
"How did you do that?" Miana asked, more to make sure she could breathe again. It had obviously been some kind of teleportation, pokemon could do that, but a group even as small as theirs must have taken an enormous amount of power.
Kirlia giggled, a hint of pride in her twinkling laugh. "Would you like to come inside?"
Miana looked up at Char, who moved closer to her, his muscles tensed and ready, hawkish eyes flitting between Kirlia, the house, and the surrounding landscape. He shrugged but nodded, seemingly in resignation more than anything else. Kirlia let out a small cheer and led them up slippery wooden stairs and onto the front porch. The door opened on its own as they approached.
Despite a hint of dust on a small end table, the interior looked surprisingly well kept. It didn't smell musty or moldy, or even like a pokemon lived here. Dark curtains covered the windows, drawn, leaving the interior dim. The living room had a large gray couch with a table in front of it, and a smaller end table with a lamp that reminded Miana of her grandmother. The door clicked shut behind them of its own accord, plunging the room into darkness. A moment later, the lamp bloomed to life, and while not quite bright enough to completely light the room, it seemed adequate, only leaving the corners in shadow.
"You built this?" Miana asked. A similar home could be found in any human suburb.
"No. That was too hard." Kirlia laughed. "I brought it here for Sevrin. He's not here right now, but you'll meet him soon. You'll like him!" An eager gleam flashed in her eyes.
And for some reason, Miana found herself as eager to meet this Sevrin as Kirlia sounded talking about him. Miana grinned in return and let her pack slip from her shoulders. With her bag out of the way near the door instead of weighing on her back, she found Kirlia's bubbly enthusiasm infectious. She turned to Char.
"This beats sleeping in a tent again doesn't it?" Miana stepped into him and wrapped her arms around his lean torso. It felt like hugging a warm bath, and Miana rubbed her cheek against his downy chest, letting the heat of his body sooth her tired muscles. She felt Char relax as well, if only a little, some of the tension draining from his stance.
He grunted in reluctant agreement. The soft rumble of his chest, his faint burnt-cinnamon scent, and just a hint of musky exertion from traveling all day combined in a strangely alluring way. Unfamiliar feelings swirled at the edge of her thoughts, but she ignored them for the momentary comfort. She couldn't remember how long their embrace lasted, but Miana eventually pulled free, a slight blush on her cheeks. Char awkwardly glanced down a hallway that led deeper into the house.
"S-So, Kirlia," Miana said, only now realizing how oppressive the silence had grown. "Is it just you and Sevrin who live here?"
"Oh no! Vaishnavi lives here too. She's shy, but I'm sure you'll meet her too before you leave." Kirlia almost bounced in excitement, her small hands clasped before her. "You can sit if you like." She motioned to the couch.
Miana's legs ached, and she gladly sank into the plush cushions. Char's large talons clicked on the hardwood floor, but he choose to stand next to the couch rather than sit. Kirlia hopped onto the small table to face them.
"Are any of them human?" Miana asked.
Kirlia shook her head. "No. Sometimes I go near where all the humans live. You're always such fun!" She did a little twirl on the table, her skirt flaring around her. "But most don't want to come all the way out here to visit." Kirlia lifted back into the air to float before Char.
"Look at you!" Kirlia eyed Char, who dwarfed even Miana and stood more than twice the height of Kirlia. "I bet Miana is proud to have such a strong pokemon. And so devoted." Her tiny fangs glittered in the wan light. She flit through the air, stopping her and there to examine Char from different angles.
Miana found herself drawn in by the excitable pokemon. A lively energy radiated from Kirlia, almost as if they were attuned, and Miana could feel it vibrating within her, tickling up her spine and sending pleasant flutters through her belly. Miana let it lull her weary calves and thighs and back. She let the comfortable cushions pull her in and watched Kirlia pester her loyal, ever-patient Char.
"She trusts you a lot, doesn't she?" Kirlia's tone implied more of a tease than a question. "I bet a pokemon as strong as you could protect her from anything!" Kirlia floated a few inches in front of Char's face, making it hard for him to avoid staring into her glossy red eyes. She reached out a small hand to feel at his small cheek feathers. Char shifted awkwardly but had little room to move away from the giggling Kirlia. Kirlia's voice dropped to a quiet whisper, but Miana heard it as clearly as if Kirlia breathed the words into her ear.
Kirlia's voice made a soft hiss. "And I know how much you like her! Don't you?" She laughed. Char's eyes flicked to Miana, so quickly she wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't already been intently watching the two pokemons' interaction.
Kirlia continued, her tone wild with glee. "You can't hide it from me." She giggled and tapped him lightly on the side of his nose. "You shouldn't hide things from your master either." Kirlia brought her other hand to cup Char's face, an almost imperceptible purple glow playing between her palms and seeping between Char's slackened jaw. Char stiffened slightly, and his eyes drifted close.
Something tugged at the back of Miana's thoughts, but an overwhelming weight held it just out of grasp, and her in the chair. Her arms and shoulders felt so heavy. She should just sit here and rest, and not interrupt the two pokemon. Kirlia was just playing around, probably lonely from staying cooped up all by herself. So she sat and watched, an absent grin spreading easily across her face.
"That's it," Kirlia continued, a manic edge to her sultry whispers. "Imagine how much better it would feel to show her what a powerful male you are. She would see it, wouldn’t be able to deny you." Kirlia's hands gently stroked Char's red and cream plumage. The larger pokemon shuddered, his eyes still closed. "Wouldn’t want to deny you."
"That's it! See?" The glow around Kirlia's hands increased. Shadows rippled beneath the surface of the two red fins protruding from the top of her head.
Miana watched in a mix of curiosity and – some other feeling that danced just out of reach in the corner of her mind, annoying. She wished it would go away. Then she noticed something else that drove the other trivial thoughts from her mind.
Char stood just on the other side of the couch's armrest, maybe two feet away, his hips in easy view. Miana couldn't look away. Glistening pink flesh grew from the subtle tuft of red feathers between his legs, feathers that normally hid his strange anatomy. The tapered length curved upwards ever so slightly, growing longer, thicker, until his shaft stood completely erect, bobbing gently of its own volition.
Miana's breath caught, a furious blush burning up her neck, but the curiosity of a young woman overrode any sense of propriety, not that either pokemon appeared to pay her any mind. An electric buzz filled her belly. She never had much time for boys, and a long suppressed interest jumped at the opportunity. A thick bead of glistening liquid accumulated at the tip, growing until it fell under its own weight, lowering on a long crystalline strand before dropping to the ground to make a soft hollow sound.
Kirlia cooed into the silence. "Imagine how her frail human body would feel in your arms, how it would feel to have her surrender herself to you, claim her as yours alone."
Char whined softly, an unexpectedly high-pitched noise for a pokemon so large. Kirlia's hands continued to stroke his face, her lips hovering a breath from his forehead. Kirlia pulled his head flush against her chest, and the glow around them flared to a ghostly periwinkle fire.
"Completely yours!"
Char's hips twitched, pressing into the air before him, large talons clenched at his sides. A soft chittering noise rattled from deep within his chest. Miana watched his smooth pink shaft bloat the half instant before a thick jet of pearly cum arced from his tip. A second followed even before the first struck the ground a good few feet before him. A third, and another. Miana couldn't look away.
Char gasped for breath, and Miana found herself blinking, her mind only now catching up with what she just witnessed. Her eyes widened. Kirlia hovered, admiring her handiwork, a wild grin on her face.
Miana looked at Char, and he at her. His eyes shot towards the mess before him, to his belly, and back to her. He stumbled slightly, and before she could react, he slunk to the front door and slipped outside.
"Char, wait-!" Miana stood, but Kirlia zipped in front of her to place a small hand on her chest, guiding her back onto the couch. Something wrong was happening, but every time she tried to work through it, her thoughts betrayed her, circling back to leave her with a nebulous concern, but nothing more.
Kirlia's smile showed too many serrated little fangs, her ghostly white skin shimmering with light perspiration. "Why don't you give him a moment?"
"But- W-What did you-" Miana felt herself tremble slightly. A floodgate of thoughts opened in her mind, all rushing for her immediate attention only to churn to a swirling, paralyzing deluge.
The noise Kirlia made sounded like a deranged mix between giggle and moan. "I gave him something he's wanted so very badly. He's such a good boy isn't he, and you silly humans are so blind. Poor, poor thing." She pat Miana's chest consolingly.
"If only you could have felt what he felt." Kirlia hiccuped, then immediately broke down into giggles. "He barely lasted a minute!"
A soft glow lit up Char's messy release, which Miana only now noticed never quite reached the floor, but instead caught by the soft purple light. Now his milky seed rose into the air, coalescing into a plump cloudy sphere.
"I didn't even touch him!" Kirlia motioned the sphere forward with an offhand gesture. "All of this, just at the thought of you! It's intoxicating, having that kind of power over someone." Her voice grew exultant as she spoke. "Even though I'm the one who gave him this, not you. His first time with you will always be mine!" She cackled.
The floating ball of cum drifted ever closer to Miana's lips. Kirlia rose and placed a hand to Miana's cheek, the pokemon's skin silky soft and slightly cool. A gentle pressure drew Miana's jaw lower, opening her mouth.
"You should be honored by such devotion." Tiny claws extended from Kirlia's hand. "You aren't going to deny him again, are you?"
Miana didn't have time to think before hot cum filled her open mouth, nearly scalding her tongue and throat. She choked on the bitter, salty fluid, thick and cloying. Tears blurred her vision, and she almost wretched forcing the mouthful down in three large gulps. A coughing fit followed, the musky taste lingering on her tongue and filling her nose with its sharp scent.
Miana tried to stand, one hand brushing the tears from her eyes. "I should go find him-" Kirlia's bright laugh and a tiny white hand to the chest stopped her.
"Don't be silly. Why don't you rest here a moment? He'll come back when he's ready." Kirlia pressed Miana firmly against the inviting couch, and Miana found herself barely able to keep her eyes open. "You're tired, aren't you?"
"No, I should- I should…" The protests died in Miana's throat. Her suddenly heavy eyelids drooped lower, lower until soft, numbing black filled her vision, the burning heat having settled pleasant and heavy in her stomach. She slurred one last attempted objection before sleep claimed her.
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