Francesca's Chingling Opus

Francesca's Chingling Opus


	The curtain drew back from the stage for Francesca, the auditorium greeting her with the echoing sound of applause. Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, the long green-haired magician happy to see so many families bring their children and spouses to come see her. This was one of her biggest turnouts yet, having never booked as large as a venue in this city before. The bright lights shown down upon her, luminating her in her shimmering new sequined red coat, leaving her more dazzling than ever. She felt fired up to impress her audience, hoping word of their performance tonight would help her act hit the bigger cities in Sinnoh, getting her one step closer to becoming a star amongst all regions with her magical showcase. She sauntered up closer to take in the crowd, giving an introductory bow.

	"Thank you all for coming," she cheerfully responded to the generous audience, standing center stage as she waved her wand, making a flower appear from the end, much to the delight of the kids. Francesca plucked the pink daisy from the tip of her wand and tossed it into the front row, landing into the happy hands of a young girl in Teddiursa overalls.

	The magician girl smirked as the light sporatic of handclaps arose from the people in their seats, saying "Don't worry, I have plenty more to hand out." With that reassurement stated, she waved the wand around some more, shaking it until in suddenly turned into a bouquet, causing a nice sudden burst of oohs from the theater seats before they erupted in applause again as she flung the mass of flowers to eager jumping kids' hands. It was a simple trick that she learned to perfect, but it made for a great crowdpleaser to warm them up for the bigger spectacles.

	Francesca didn't waste too much time moving onto her next act, turning to remove the black sheet from the table behind her, walking around its perimeter to show that it was an ordinary table with nothing underneath. She then flipped the cloth in her hands to the reverse white side and placed it back over the table flat before lifting it up again, revealing a green ribbon adorned Chingling that appeared from nothing. That applause she craved rung in the cute magician's ears again as she covered the pokemon under the tablecloth, only to lift it up and add another Chingling beside the first, this time with a blue accessory on its rope arm. With one more motion of her hands, she finally tossed the sheet away and left the now trio of Chinglings beside her on the table for all to see. That wondorous sound from the audience delight made Francesca's smile never leave her face.

	The magician clapped her hands together as she looked at her 3 assistants, cheering out "Say hello to everyone!" The blue ribbon Chingling that stood farthest from her sung out "Chingling". His cry was followed by the middle green-ribbon Chingling, and then by the orange-ribbon one next to her before the three harmoniously chimed out together in perfect pitch. The crowd was very pleased, offering more thunderous delighted claps for the dingling bell pokemon choir.

	"Let's hear it for my lovely little guys--OOFH!" Francesca said to her audience before the middle Chingling leapt up to hug its owner around the neck, happily chanting "Chingling-ling~". The cute glomp was met with laughter and awwws from the families watching as the magician played it off with a chuckle of her own, adding, "Yes, he's delighted to see everyone, too!" Her cheeked were flushed as she quickly set the green-ribbon marked pokemon back down between its bethren and whispered to it to scold it gently, "You promised to be good, remember?" With that said, she gave the out-of-line pokemon a pat on its bell before turning back to the audience in their seats. The lovely young magician removed her red sequined top hat and showed the crowd it was completely empty inside, even going so far as to tap it and shake it to show that nothing was falling out. She flipped it back onto her head, signalling for the Chinglings to once again sing together as she took off her hat again, this time with a Pidgey perched on top of her hair. Once again her hours of practice with her magic tricks were met with applause as she set the bird pokemon on her arm and onto a stand to the side for now.

	With a spin around Francesca met the audience to begin saying, "For my next act, I'll-- AAH!" before a startling interruption struck her: an odd tingling sensation tickling on her body. She blushed and started again, "Um, *ahem* excuse me-- YAH!!-- I need the name of SinnOOOOHH's regional bird pokemon." Her usual proud assertive stance wavered as she asked the crowd her simple question, the tingle teasing her out of nowhere again. As the kids shouted out "Starly" or the names of its evolutions, that throbbing aching feeling focused right at the worst spots. She tried not to show her knees buckling as the rhythmic almost-flicking pressure against her nipples and clit came in waves, exciting them until they stood stiff. She was very thankful that her outfit had multiple layers to mask her sudden arousal. The walk over to her perched Pidgey felt more labored with the buzzing assault happening to her now, Francesa gulping as she tried not to break out in a huge sweat under the glaring stage lights. She cleared her throat as she stood by her cute winged pokemon, responding to the answers given with a shakey, "Why yes, but, um, w-we only have a Pidgey right here, s-so I can't show you a Starly... unless I...." It was becoming difficult to remember her routine lines.

	She began pulling out a bright red hankerchief from her cufflink, tugging along with it a long stream of flags from the end. This maneuver was a cinch from all her practicing-- at least it was under normal circumstances. She hoped no one watching in the seats noticed her hesitations from her yanking motions when it was supposed to be one swift motion. The constant stimulation on her sensitive nubs was making her hard to concentrate, leading her to forget what the next move of the act was. With a brief pause, she stalled by calling to her Chinglings, asking them, "R-Ready with those magic cues...!" as she flung the hankerchief over the Pidgey, her stance lurched over as her thighs clamped together. One by one her three Chinglings sung their name, leading to a moment of clarity as the buzzing suddenly stopped. With a sigh she went back in step, twirling around as a puff of smoke appeared on the perch, ending with a "Ta-da!" from her lips as she stood arms stretched and pointing to the egg in the Pidgey's place.

	Her merciful reprieve from the buzzing ended abruptly with the twitching attack coming back in full, making her almost keel over with a gasp.

	During the time she took to pick up the egg left in place of her Pidgey on stage, the vibrating motions of her nipples and clit on their own came and went in tune. Underneath her outfit was the protruding hard bullets capping her breasts poking against her bra, her panties left damp as her joy button pressed tightly against the satiny fabric from the stimulus, further leaving her moist between the legs. And yet the action came out of nowhere, only dissipating when her Chinglings began to-- No, it couldn't be! She turned to see her trio of singing psychic pokemon smiling and waving as she held the egg in her hands, trying not to collapse as the rhythmic tingling kept striking against her sensitive 3 spots.

	"Chingling...? You wouldn't..." she whispered silently to them.

	The Chingling with the green ribbon waved happily. He had discussed matters with its partners. They all could sense the stress their owner was going through, that anxiety reaching higher the moment Francesca scolded him for hugging her. They could tell this act was big to her than the rest, so they wanted to ease her the way they've seen her calm her nerves back at home. The balls inside their bell mouths vibrated, releasing a hypersonic frequency undetectable by human hearing, tuning to a frequency that resonated with the 3 major areas they witnessed Francesca herself massaging on her bed at nights. Their voices sung in that high a pitch, going "Ching-ling-ling-ling...", doing what they thought was best for their master. In reality it was the worst of possible times to please her that way-- though she couldn't tell them that right now if she knew.

	The egg in her hand trembled, hatching in front of the audience to reveal a Starly now in her embrace, leading to another round of applause. Luckily the new bird pokemon change kept their eyes on the cute creature rather than the trickle forming down her inner thigh and on her sheer tights. All those eyes out there in the auditorium on her. She never took the time to register the amount of people constantly peering at her while performing, but now it was all she could think about. All of her stage acts up until know, she'd never experienced true stage fright other than butterflies before the curtain drew up. She learned to ignore the look of the audience as she acted, almost as if she was alone up there as her tricks were pulled off without a hitch. All those eyes now seemed to bore through her clothes, her skin, like swords through a basket. Certainly at least one guy out there looked at her lustfully during one of her performances, taking in her fair skin, shiny green hair, her dazzling bright blue leotard, maybe getting a glimpse of her ass from behind her coattails as she spun around. Perhaps a few of the boys watching focused on her sexy legs, feeling a little stir in his loins. Maybe a girl trainer was having thoughts of her right now. All these dirty possibilities flooding her mind at once!

	Francesca bit her lip as she walked with quivering feet to place the Starly on the perch that her Pidgey stood on, that buzzing not ceasing, nor the burning legion of eyeballs on her person. Her mind was no longer on the the next trick, but on naughty fantastical train of thoughts whirling about. All of those men and women, boys and girls, all locking her in their sights. It was if it wasn't the magic they wanted to see, but her alone, her in her captivating show-offy attire. All of those perverts and non-perverts alike, coming to see the cute young girl dance about onstage, making their dicks hard undressing her with their minds, wanting to pound her just as the unseen massage on her nubs kept endlessly annoying her. How many of them jerked off their cocks back home, thinking about her? How many ladies fingered their pussies doing the same? Did they know how wet she was right this moment? The weight of these questions made her want to collapse to the floor.

	But she couldn't stop now. The show must go on! This was her first major break at stardom, the theater packed with families here that night. She couldn't disappoint such a mass of paying patrons, not when it'd tarnish her name at such a crossroads to her career. Yet as she stood with soaked panties, the ceaseless twitching of her nipples and clit, she feared she give in, orgasm right on stage, right in front of everyone watching, all those kids seeing and hearing her convulse and moan, creaming her outfit all the way into her tights, ruining her reputation not only as a magician, but as a person, period. Her mind flashed potential futures, everyone in attendance focused on her as she orgasmed, their mixture of gasps and concern and hooting and hollering, calling her a pervert or more. Her act will become shunned, ostracized, until only the degenerates come to see and heckle her degrading performance, her show a former shell as she basically shifts to a burlesque attraction in seedy districts. Why? Why was this happening? Why this night of all nights? Who or what was causing this? Was it her Chinglings? She couldn't fathom them pulling a stunt like this, nothing this mean. The worst they've done was out of eagerness to assist her, like spoil the surprise of a trick or get too excited.

	Yet still the unseen attack kept coming. "Ching-ling-ling-ling-ling..." The resonating vibrations wobbled stronger now, the 3 pokemon behind her sensing their masters' anxiety skyrocket. They sung with more force now to calm Francesca, to ease that building tension as she stood like a Deerling in spotlights, stammering to continue the show. A few whispers in the audience questioned what was about to happen as the green-haired magician wavered, trembling as she tried to speak, fidgeting in place as her toes curled inside her sequined pumps. Her mouth hung open with a quiet squeak, visions of sex filling her brain as she soaked herself from the stimulation, threatening to douse her tights in her flowing juices. For a few seconds, no other sounds emerged from her lips before she gulped and tried to compose herself long enough to say something coherent.

	"F-F-For my final number... Aahh... I shall... make myself... disappear...!" This statement was risky in itself. The act she propose was one she hadn't perfected so far to be fully convincing, but she needed to end the show with a bang before she went into full-on orgasm. Even with a level head and clear thoughts, she'd mess up a slight of hand and fail the trick a few times, and yet here she was going to try under duress of the vibrating assault on her body. Her mouth pursed into a smile, her eyes going blank. She had doomed herself to a spectacularly botched performance, one at a major apex in her career, but she couldn't back out now, though. She couldn't tell the people watching her with baited breath that she wasn't going to give them the act she promised them, especially for the reasons why. How could she explain that to the parents, their children? How somehow she's been tortured and teased for the last few minutes-- feeling like eons-- and was about to cum if it didn't cease.

	All those eyes upon her stunning body as she hoisted up the black sheet that originally covered the table, spinning it around as she already mentally prepared for the worst. The velvety table cloth twirled with her as she resigned in her fate, no longer concerned about the crowd focused on her every move, not even the stage lights, nor her pokemon still surrounding her. Francesca practically sleptwalked through her motions, eyes closed as her mind imagined her failed future, stuck in dead-end diners, crass patrons hooting and whistling at her as she did "tricks" on the neon-lit stage, all of them there wanting to fuck her. Yeah, that didn't seem too bad right now. It wouldn't be glamourous sure, but it beat living in the streets. Plus she'd have men, possibly women as well, lining up after each show to have their way with her, plugging her up with big cocks or pleasing her with fluttering tongues. There'd be no pressure on her, no lavish spectacle. Hell, she could dial down the magic act. After all, she can make a huge dildo disappear easier than herself, and she can do it with all eyes on her, giving her just as much attention as she craved.

	Whoever was toying with her right now, thank you, she thought to herself, tears forming as she bit down on her lip.

	She could already feel the upcoming orgasm, mere seconds as she pirouetted to the unseen trapdoor. The magician with her head in the clouds thrusted her arms up high to the ceiling in a dramatic pose as she let go of the dark cloth covering her, setting off the sudden puff of smoke as she felt weightless for an instant to the cushions under the stage, the noise of the shocked gasps deafening her moans. In that quick freefall was when her orgasm overtook her in a crashing wave, leaving her spasming on the pillowy mat in the darkness as the auditorium erupted with applause.

	"Ch-Chingling...?"

	Francesca opened her eyes, her heartbeat back to normal as her eyes adjusted faintly, hearing her 3 Chinglings look over her, concerned for their master. She groaned a bit as she sat up from the mats, still a little shakey as she smiled back at the worried pokemon. The green-ribboned Chingling glomped around her neck, making her chuckle as it nuzzled, happy that their owner was safe. "Ha hah, I must've scared you three in those last moments, didn't I?" The hugging pokemon responded with a nod as she patted each of their bells. She reassured the Chinglings before building the strength to stand up and walk back up to the stage floor. She felt wetness all down her inner thighs and the crotch of her leotard, obviously doing a number to herself from that mind-blowing orgasm. Fortunately, she had her robe hung right offstage to throw over herself as she gathered her Pidgey and Starly, returning them to their pokeballs alongside her Chinglings before collecting all her props.

	"That was quite a performance, Francesca!" the burly tone of the theater owner bellowed as she was carrying her stands and sheets to pack up, the sudden voice startling her to almost drop her bird perch.

	Her face flushed pink as she nodded modestly. "Th-Thank you, sir! I take it the show was a hit?" she asked politely. She had missed out on the final reactions from her audience, so she wasn't certain whether her disappearing act had pulled off well.

	The owner guffawed, causing his rotund tummy to jiggle a bit as he swatted his big hand on the magician's back in a caring pat. "Oh Missy, I'd love to have you perform again here. Everyone was raving about all those tricks, especially the last few. All that singing and moves, plus going out with a bang, not to mention such a pretty face-- er, no offense if that sounded out of line, miss." He apologized, rubbing the back of his head.

	Francesca grinned, giggling softly from the compliment, holding her robe closed as she was glad to hear that she didn't bomb. "Well, if I'm ever in the area, I'll be sure to stop by and put on some even better tricks!" That spark of confidence was back in her eyes as she thanked the owned once again as she finished up loading her boxes before heading to her modest hotel accomodations in town. Once in the privacy of her rented room, she looked at the damage she did drenching her outfit, her tights darkened with her juices. She was going to have to wash them real good along with her dry cleaning bill once she cashed the check from the theater owner.

	The green-haired magician stripped out of her moist outfit, even removing her sweaty and soaked underwear, undoing her hair to lie back on her soft bed to ponder the events onstage. Not counting the obvious tingling assault she beared through, the thoughts egging at her were the brief flashes of her potential seedy career. Of course, she wasn't thinking straight at the time, but still, the fact that it seemed to open a door to her inner urges. She adored the spotlight, the rousing reinforcement of the crowd, making people happy. Is performing magic and shameless naughty acts really the same side of the coin? Aside from the reputational differences, they both played into her desires for adknowledgement, good pay, and sensual satisfaction. Already her hands motioned lower to scratch at the carnal itches forming within her. She always ended the nights after every show with a good bout of "me-time", and after her last performance, she caught a nice glimpse at the reason why. With her eyes closed, she rubbed over her slit, pretending that the crowd from earlier was still there to witness, cheering her on.

	As she began working herself up with her fingers, she paused as that one unanswered question entered her mind again. In her fear of being caught enjoying herself too much onstage, she never found the culprit that started it, even though the possibility favored her own pokemon. She rolled over to fish out one of her pokeballs, opening it to let out her green-ribbon clad troublemaker, picking it up to snuggle him to her bosom as she looked down and asked the happy Chingling, "So, where you the little sneak that pulled that prank on me tonight?"

	Her pokemon tilted its bell as it confusingly asked, "Chingling?"

	Francesca giggled as she sat the cute pokemon down on her bed, legs spread as she asked, "If it was you, or the others..." she panted a bit, feeling embarrassed, "...could you.... do that again...? I need to know if it really was you..."

	Her pokemon peered between those open thighs, seeing the glistening folds of its master, sensing the building tension welling inside her again. She cheerfully waved its rope arms and begun that hypersonic song again. "Ching-ling-ling-ling..." Its owner gasped and quivered on the bedspread.

	"Oooooh~" she moaned out, letting loose the cries she desperately needed to bellow out during her act prior, "I shouldn've known! Hah, even after I told you to be good...!" she panted out, face flushed as she squealed and tossed and turned, the sensations from the psychic stimulus weaker than before. Maybe it wasn't just Green. Maybe he had help! She trembled as she reached out to release the other 2 Chinglings, gripping her pillows as she ordered them all, "G-Go on, sing for me...! We need to practice for the next show...!"