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"Why do I have to clean the attic? All the stuff up there belongs to Sally, anyways!" I yelled.
"Because I'm going to take your sister to the movies. She's been dying to see that new movie, Diancie and the kingdom of shards. I'll be gone for a while, so you have to do it." She said. I crossed my arms and frowned.
"What about dad? Why can't he do it when he comes back from work?" I asked.
"Your father has to deal with a lot of problems at work, being a construction worker and all. It really tuckers him out, so it's up to you." She responded. I sighed in defeat.
"Alright, I'll do it. Can you at least bring me back a soda or something?" She nodded. I saw her out the door and go to the car.
"Take care, sweety!" She said as she got in the car, driving off with my sleeping sister. I went back in the house and plopped on the couch in boredom. I didn't want to clean the attic. I REALLY didn't want to. It's not because I'm scared or anything. It's just it was so lame up there. There's nothing but dust and girl toys in that place. Sometimes I wished I had a Pokémon. You know, some sort of companion to play with or teach little tricks to. Maybe a Mightyena or Arcanine would do the trick. I'd be able to ride an Arcanine to school and make all those damn jocks with their motorcycles jealous beyond belief! With a Mightyena, I could make it pull pranks on the neighbors like mess up their plants with a fire fang attack. Man, now I REALLY wish I had a Pokémon! Too bad mom and dad think they're a handful.
"Oh well, better get started on cleaning the attic..." I said as I got up and headed upstairs. I passed by the feather duster and decided to take it with me.
"Well, I'm going to need this in case it's too dusty up there..." I said to myself as I headed down the hall. Once I made it to the door, I sighed and opened it. I peeked my head in to see a rather odd sight. I noticed the room was tidy. Like someone had previously came up here and rearranged everything neatly. I examined a box to see it was already cleaned of all the dust! Did mom come up here and cleaned before, but forgot that she did? Whatever I might as well go back and play some video games...
*SLAM*
"!?" I looked to see that the door had closed shut. That doesn't make sense. There's no way the door could have closed without someone doing it themselves, but I'm the only person here.
"Heh heh heh..." That sounded like...giggling? I'm a little freaked out right now. I ran to the door in an attempt to open it, but tripped over something and hit my head. My vision started to blur as I was on the verge of passing out. The last thing I saw was a dark figure creep up to me and then...darkness.
I wake up to see that I'm back on the couch. I look to my left to see a little doll. My eyes widened when I realized what it was.
A Banette, sitting cross legged on the couch.
Once it noticed I was awake, it's mouth curled into a sickeningly wide grin.
"Looks like you're awake. Good." She said, her voice confirming her gender. I wasn't shocked about the fact she could talk. Most Pokémon nowadays learn to do that. What shocked was the very fact that a ghost type was living in the attic.
"Are you going to say something or are you going to keep staring at me? You can do both, you know..." She said. I didn't like the way she said that last part.
"W-What are you doing in my house?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Don't you anything about Pokémon? When you abandon a toy for too long they become a Banette. Your sister left me in their once she got that damn teddy bear." She explained.
"Wait, YOU'RE little Susie Sunflora? My sister loved playing with you! I remember she would take you everywhere! Like this one time she forgot you at the doctor's office and she cried the whole time until we went back and got you that night..." I said, going down memory lane.
"Yes, I used to be the object of her affection. She'd tell me stories and secrets, do little tea parties, and even play games. Now? She forgot me and I've been living in your attic for 2 years..." I looked at her with a bewildered expression.
"You've lived up there for THAT long!? How come we never found you?" She put her hands behind her head and lied back.
"Like anyone goes up in the attic. They never really go there for anything. You're mom just poked her head up and started complaining about how dusty it was, so I began cleaning a few hours ago. I only clean once every two weeks because It takes a while for dust to really collect." She said.
"Wow, you saved me a job. I owe you one." I said. She started smiling widely.
"Really, now. You can repay your debt to me by playing a little game..." She said in an odd tone I wasn't familiar with. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"What kind of game?" I asked.
"Simple. Just close your eyes and count to twenty in your head."
"Oh, like hide and seek? Ok..." I said as I closed my eyes. I started counting in my head. I felt a strange sensation over come me, but it passed. Once I got to 20, I opened my eyes to see her still there.
"Hey, you didn't go hide..." She flashed me a sinister smile.
"Who said we were playing hide and seek?" She said while crawling to my legs. I tried moving, but something was keeping me bolted to the couch.
"H-Hey, what's going o-on?! Why can't I-I move!?" I yelled. She began to fiddle with my belt buckle.
"Oh, that's just me using psychic. I can't have you running away. At least, not before I'm done playing the game." She answered. Game? What game could she possibly want to play? I didn't realize what she wanted until she got my pants down. Her hands pulled my boxers off, leaving my lower half bare. She stared at my flaccid member intently.
"Awww, you're not hard. I can fix that, though..." She unziped her mouth and some pinkish mist started to seep out. She began to lick at my tool, making me whine.
"N-No, s-stop! I d-don't want t-this..." I protested as she continued licking my now fully erect penis. She took it in her maw and I gasped. Whatever was inside her mouth along with her tongue felt amazing! She curled her tongue over it multiple times. This feels so great, yet it's so wrong. Damnit, I can't deny it. I do want this.
*RING RING*
"M-My phone?" I thought. The ghost type lifted my phone out of my pants with Psychic and it floated near my hand. I picked it up and answered it.
"H-Hello?"
"Hey, sweetie! Just calling to see how you're doing on the attic cleaning!" My mom said. She's calling now!? Of all times?!
"O-Oh, I f-finished a while a-ago..." I stammered.
"Hey, are you OK? You're stuttering like crazy." She asked.
"Oh, I-It's nothing! It's j-just cold in here, is a-all!" I lied.
"Ok then. Anyways, the movie ended a while ago, so we're going to pick up a pizza and head back home. We'll see you then. Love you!" She said before she hung up. I groaned as the Banette took my rod out of her mouth and zipped it back up.
"Your mom sounds like a nice person. I can meet her after I'm done 'playing' with you..." She said as she stood up. I noticed she had a zipper on her crotch and I gave her a look.
"You can't be serious. Even your vagina has a zipper?" I asked. She only laughed as she unzipped it and lined it up with my pole. The purple mist began to curl around it and it felt strange. She lowered herself until I was all the way in. For some reason, she was tight even though she was a ghost...doll...thing. She began to rise and fall on me, bouncing on shaft. She moaned out as she continued her bouncing. I felt the need to cum. She probably knew because she doubled her bouncing speed. Before I knew it, I came inside her. She moaned out a lot of her purple mist began to pour out. After her stream ended, she got up and threw my pants at me.
"You might want to get clean. You don't want your mom to notice you smell like sex, do you?" She jeered. I groaned and headed to the bathroom.
(1 hour later...)
"You found her in the attic? And she's been up there for 2 years?" My mom asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, she even helped me clean! I think we should keep her! After all, we kind of had her already." I stated. My mom thought for a moment.
"That may be true, but a Pokémon is a big responsibility. They require lots of care and proper training." She said. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"But mom, she's a ghost type! They don't even have to eat unless they want to! I'm old enough to take care of her. Please, Mom?" I said, almost pleading. She took a moment to think it over.
"Alright, I'll allow it. I'll have to convince your father, though. It shouldn't be too hard since he usually is OK with what I agree with." She said. I grinned widely and hugged her.
"Now, you both can go get some pizza. You're sister is in her room, so don't go bugging her." With that she left the room. I went in the kitchen and picked up two slices. I handed it to her and she looked at it odd.
"I don't usually eat food, being a ghost and all. I'll make this an exception since it's from you." She said. I nodded and began to munch on my slice.
"So, did you ever get lonely up there?" I asked after I swallowed it.
"To be completely honest, yes. Not anymore, now that I have you..." She said as she bit into her slice.
"I'm glad I made a friend today. Really wish I had a soda, though..." I thought to myself.