Xianyu's Ninetales [Incomplete I think]

 Xianyu !6/JhxoKXsc 11/11/11(Fri)06:17 No.8252958
Well, I'll post what I have of my ninetales scene and fuck up that 'no fapfics' thing real quick.


Castelia City. The largest city in Unova. Pervaded almost constantly by the briny smell of the ocean and the tuneless cry of Wingulls.

Most people didn't know about 'Final Fantasy' establishment behind an unassuming doorway that, curiously enough, had no door handle. Instead, there was a combination lock. Only those who knew the combination could get inside.

Inside the Final Fantasy establishment was a house of sorts retrofitted for a new purpose. It was set out in an oriental tone, with rice-paper walls hiding the soundproofing built into every room. Even the loudest yells wouldn't reach outside these rooms.

The front desk was no more than a simple low-slung table that a woman dressed a Geisha sat behind, carefully awaiting her clientele.

This was the Final Fantasy establishment. Pokemon entertainment extraordinaires. Among certain circles, they were famous for having everything. Literally, everything. Many people assumed they were an offshoot of an illegal organisation, as whatever Pokemon, of whatever sex you wished, was readily available for a 'session'. And there was no doubting what those sessions involved. Rampant sex.

There were few rules. The 'don't harm' rule was strictly enforced. And sessions were limited one person per room; with a second person able to watch from inside a special room for that purpose for a certain price.

Fee's were non-negotiable; Fifty Thousand a pop. The price increased with demand; to keep the amount of clients down. Mostly, it was the rich businessmen with high-stress lives and secret fetishes for pokemon that came to Final Fantasy. They would choose their favorite pokemon, enter the room, and have their every fantasy, within reason, satisfied.

But sometimes, just sometimes, their clientele was a little different. As it was today.

Twenty-one-year old David was a virgin. Having grown up in a country town, he had been sheltered from the fairer sex for much of his life, and was clumsy around women. He preferred to spend time with his pokemon; but none of the pokemon he grew up with were, put delicately; sexually attractive to him.

Tauros, Miltank, Skitty. Growlithe. Zebstrika. None of them really appealed to him. He had his favorites, but no way to attain them.

A massive winning streak at the local gambling association and then a tip from the master of the gambling association had led him to Final Fantasy. The place where you lived your final, most taboo fantasies.

He had dialed in the combination, stepped through the door, closed it quietly behind himself, and then stood awkwardly in front of the woman dressed in the blue floral kimono, her white-painted face expressionless.

It had taken him all the courage he had built up in the hour he spent across the road, staring at the door to say the simple two words;

Ninetales. Female.


He had placed his money down on the table in front of the Geisha, who had then waved a hand towards the back rooms, sliding a key across the table to him with the other.

Taking the key, number three, he had gone down the hallway and entered the room through the rather heavy door, closing it behind himself and then sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, twiddling his thumbs. A similarly dressed 'Geisha' came in with a tray of tea, setting it on the table next to the bed and then leaving again without a word, while David still waited, quite nervously.

And then, she arrived.

He barely noticed, at first, when the curious nose pushed the door open and the sleek creamy white form slipped into the room on soft, soundless paws.

David blinked, and almost held his breath as he looked the Ninetales over with wide eyes. She was big...so much bigger than he had thought she would be. So much bigger than the pictures on the internet led him to believe. Her fur was resplendent, soft, shiny, and silky, swaying faintly in the tiny air currents of the room.

A giant red bow was affixed around her middle, with the silk band stretching into a kind of harness, curling up around her chest and forelegs, and also down along her hindlegs and up around her tailbase, covering up any 'adult' parts of her body with the firmly-tightened silk. Each tail had a different coloured bow tied around the end, changing colour from fiery red on one side, to dull orange on the other.

David felt his mouth go dry as he envisioned unwrapping his 'present'.


"Nine?" came the soft query, the Ninetales staring at him with those intelligent, sexy red eyes, trying her best to look innocent, as though asking; 'Is this alright?'

David gave a silent nod, eyes still wide, swallowing past the lump in his throat, staring at the Ninetales, feeling his cheeks flush faintly with heat as he realised exactly what he was here...what he was going to do to that ninetales. To the Ninetales that was obviously going to be willing to do whatever he wanted.

It made him shudder, and he slid down off the bed and onto his knees, crawling over closer to the bow'ed up Ninetales, reaching out a hesitant hand, fingertips shifting towards her muzzle.

A faint sound left the ninetales, and she leaned in a little bit to lap her tongue across the males fingertips.

Her tongue was soft, flexible, moist, and surprisingly warm. It was like having freshly ironed velvet moistened with a spray bottle and then dragged across your flesh, so soft and smooth. It made him shudder faintly, his cheeks flushing even further as he pictured other places that lovely textured tongue could touch.

The ninetales noticed how he reacted to the feel of that warm tongue, and a grin seemed to flit across her sexy muzzle, those beautiful red eyes narrowing as she parted her maw just slightly and suddenly engulfed his index and middle finger in her maw, suckling around them slowly, the hot surfaces of her maw closing all around his fingertips as she suckled on them delicately, letting the textured surface of her tongue grind along the underside of them slowly, eyes staring up at him innocently.

David swallowed hard, his lips parting a little bit as he shuddered, entire form quivering just a little bit as he watched her suckling at his fingers, unable to picture her using that hot muzzle on another part of his body, a certain part of his body that was, understandably, starting to rapidly swell to eager attention.

Swallowing again past the lump his his throat, David gently tugged his fingers out of her maw, and the Ninetales grinned, lapping at them as they were drawn free, licking her lips for a moment and then just staring at him, her tails slowly swirling back and forth. With a faint sound, he edged closer to her, laying a pal between her ears and starting to stroke down her form, from the base of her ears towards the base of her back, just above her tailbase, marveling at her fur.

The creamy golden fur of the Ninetales was impossibly soft, silky and thick against his fingertips, with a fiery warmth underneath the fur that radiated outwards, leaving her fur feeling like silk cloth that had just been steam pressed. He couldn't help but shift closer to her and lean in against her, burying his face in against the furry warmth of her flank, wrapping an arm around her to hold her close, his nose buried in her fur, inhaling the hot scent of Ninetales, while his cheeks were brushed repeatedly by that impossibly soft golden fur.

Shaking hands began to caress her, up and down , rubbing across her stomach and back slowly, finding his breathing increasing in intensity as he stroked a hand towards her hindquarters, following the line of the red ribbon that curled up between her legs, pushing towards her covered cunt. He knew what he was there for; knew that she knew it too, was expecting it, anticipating it, but it still took him a few moments to gather enough courage to let his fingertips slip those last few inches backwards, to that covered entrance, pausing, before he held his breath and just rubbed it up against the ribbon-covered cunt with a delicate touch of a fingertip.

A faint sound left the Ninetales, and David jerked his hand back, staring at her with wide eyes, afraid that he'd done something wrong. The Ninetales raised a brow at him, and then snorted slightly, leaning up to nudge him with the side of her muzzle for a moment, breathing a warm stream of air over one of his ears, and then lapping at his earlobe heatedly, reassuring him.

Swallowing hard, his mouth suddenly as dry as a krokorok's den, he slipped the hand back up to the junction of her furry thighs, index finger following the line of the ribbon, along the edge of it, until he felt the swell of the Ninetales cunt under the fabric. Feeling his heart pounding in his throat and head, he pressed his fingertip against that tight cunt again, less hesitantly then last time, actually putting some pressure against it, causing the silk ribbon to slide back and forth slightly against the curve of the tight vulpine pussy it covered, making the fox pokemon squirm slightly against him, hindlegs spreading a little bit further.

Encouraged by the lack of resistance, and the hot rush of exhalations against his arm, he rubbed his fingertip against her a little bit more, working it up and down slowly while rubbing the pad in a gentle circle as though trying to make the outter surface of the ribbon covering her cunt shiny.

Panting breathlessly, he let his fingertip slide up and down her tight cunt through the fabric, tracing its outline with a heavy shudder, before he realised what he was actually doing.

He was rubbing an actual ninetale's cunt through the fabric of a silk ribbon. A silk ribbon that was wrapped around her. A gift. A gift to him. And he actually had his fingertip against that tight cunt, rubbing against her. His erection throbbed wantonly at the realisation, and he had to try his hardest not to shove his free hand down his pants and just jerk off furiously.

The Ninetales seemed to notice his little problem, and grinned, lowering her front a little bit more and lifting her tails, spreading her hindlegs a little further, nuzzle her cheek against his side, even as a faint hint of moisture, hot and steamy, began to seep through the ribbon, darkening it.

He was actually turning her on?

His heart thudded violently in his throat as he felt those firm cuntlips actually swelling under his touches while moisture welled up from between them, making him shudder violently, while he ineffectually tried to sneak a hand into his pants to work at the turgid length of his cock. Of course the Ninetales noticed what his hand was doing, and she gave a teasing 'Niiiiine.' at him, wiggling her rump a little bit, before seeming to grin mischeivously, before she lifted to all fours properly again, slewing around slowly, and then lowering her front, arching her back and straightening her hindlegs to put her rump at the most advantageously angle, her tails flicking and then flaring over her back, revealing her covered cunt to him.

He could actually see the outline of it against the silk ribbon, the swollen, slick lips visible against the red silk ribbon, especially as the lifting of her tails was exerting upwards pressure on the part of the ribbon that curled around the base of her tails, causing it to hug the curves of that wonderful cunt even tighter. There were a pair of bows, one on either side of her tailbase, obviously there for easy access. Once they were undone, the botton part of the ribbon would just fall free.

David couldn't even swallow now, and he just stared, his mouth slightly open. If his mouth wasn't so dry, he was sure he'd be drooling.

And then the ninetales lifted her head to peek at him over her shoulder, licking her chops seductively for a moment, before giving a soft, heated; 'Taaaales...' in his direction, wiggling her rump, giving him a smouldering glare that sent his libido through the roof.

It was obviously time to unwrap his present.

Panting hard, he reached forwards to grab the first of the bows, unconsciously holding his breath, gripping the edges of it and tugging it open, swallowing audibly.

The string fell, and the slight weight of it caused the ribbon covering her cunt to turn and fold slightly, still held up on one side of her tailbase, but now hanging loose on the other side, causing it to reveal a heart-stopping sliver of the ninetales tight cunt to him. It wasn't much, just the plump, firm edge of her pussy, stopping just before the point where he would be able to see the short golden fur fade into hairless pink flesh. He could even see a faint dribble of the Ninetales own liquids slicking the fur, and he began to feel faint, the world spinning crazily as he tried to catch his breath, unable to help but stare.

A smug 'Nine...', a wiggling of the lovely creamy hips, and a widening of the Ninetale's stance broke him out of his reverie, and he blinked once, shuddering. "Y-yeah." he mumbled, lifting shaking fingertips to the other bow, his hands shaking so hard that it took three tries to get the bow in a firm enough grip to tug it open.

And then the ribbon just peeled away from the tight vulpine cunt, and the Ninetales herself grinned, lifting her rump a little bit higher for his viewing pleasure.

David could only stare at the tight, hot entrance, his eyes wide and helpless, following the contours of her form, drinking it in. The plump outer lips of her cunt were spread a little bit, the swelling holding it open and present, with a thick dribble of her own liquids drooling from the centre of them. He could see everything; the moisture, the plump curves where soft creamy outer lips began flushed pink cuntflesh.

He snapped out of his reverie after several long moment, aware that the Ninetales was watching him over her shoulder, a single ear pricking up at him and a brow raised in lazy query, even as he became aware that he had tugged his rigid member out of his pants at some point, with his hand squeezing around it almost impossibly hard.

Shuddering a moment, he fixed his attention back on that tight Ninetales cunt that was fully exposed to him, giving a faint whimper in the back of his throat, as he leaned forewards on his left hand for balance while his right began to jerk off his turgid cock in rapid, hard motions, swiftly stroking the throbbing member. He had to cum. Had to. He was so hard it hurt.

A smug grin came from the Ninetales, and she merely spread her legs further, arching her back a little bit more to present that tight, hot cunt to his view a little better, watching over her shoulder as he stroked himself off hard and fast, her eyes following the motion of his hand as she licked her chops hungrily for a moment.

David could already feel his orgasm coming, having never been this turned on in his life, panting breathlessly and clenching his eyes closed as he felt the tightness about to snap.

A sudden pressure and prickling sensation on his wrist made him stop, and he whimpered helplessly as he felt the Ninetales tugging his hand away from his cock with her maw, nosing it aside. his eyes opened, just in time to register that she was no longer bent over, presenting that wonderful cunt for him, and just in time to see her part her jaws and shove her hot muzzle over his cock until it bumped the back of her throat.

Hot tightness consumed him, and an instant, rolling suction started up, while the Ninetales immediately began to work her muzzle, bobbing it on his cock, closing her mouth tightly down around his cock and grinding her tongue along the underside enticingly.

David came almost instantly.

His hands gripped her shoulders and her chin respectively, and as he felt that hot tightness engulf his member, he couldn't help but thrust his hips into the sensation, thudding his cocktip against her maw. The Ninetales didn't seem to mind at all, just suckling around him harder, and he arched and cried out to the ceiling as he came harder than he had ever came before.

The thick cock was almost buried in her throat when it exploded, jerking hard against the tightness encompassing it before sudden heavy pulses of gooey cream spilled from the tip, jetting down her throat in thick rushes.

She swallowed reflexively a few times, audibly gulping as hot streamers of cum were poured into the back of her muzzle again and again, her swallowing causing an intense suction around the end of the cock buried in her maw.

The intense heat of her tongue working at him, the rolling suction of her swallowing, the hot surfaces squeezing all around his cock; it was all too intense for David. His back arched and he cried out, unable to process thought as she swallowed his spunk, his eyes going wide and wild as he gripped around her muzzle tightly and tugged partway out of her maw to save himself from the far-too-intense stimulations of her swallows, holding her muzzle tightly in place as he jerkily shoved his cock in and out of it throughout the rest of his orgasm, bursting hot gushes of spunk into her maw and across her tongue again and again.

Every time he drew back, a heavy burst of his spunk would spill across her tongue, filling the tight space of the squeezing maw his cock had just vacated, only for him to shove back in again, causing the thick rushes of the spunk he had just deposited to spill in heavy streamers from the edges of her maw, drooling in slick ropes from her muzzle, spilling out of it like if you pushed a cork into a shot glass filled with whipped cream.

He rutted her tight, hot maw several times, causing more and more mess to drool from her muzzle, making an absolute mess of her before he tugged back hard, cock springing free of her hot mouth, pulsing hard at the air and spilled several more spurts of her nose and face, giving it the same kind of decoration that now slicked her chin and lower jaw.

David panted hard, his head swimming, the world tilting crazily around him as he tried hard to catch his breath and return it to a normal rate, his heart pounding so hard he thought it was going to make his head explode.

The Ninetales didn't help at all, as the first thing she did when he looked down at her was rumble heatedly and tilt her head up towards him, letting her muzzle fall open.

Heavy gushes of spunk still coated her tongue, drooling between her teeth and making her maw an absolute mess, starting to slowly seep down the edges of her maw.

Grinning, she closed her muzzle and swallowed hard for a moment, watching him with smouldering eyes before opening her maw and popping her tongue out, letting him see the cleaned maw.