Posted on 2020-07-25 09:57:45
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The FurAffinity user dolphinsanity wrote the story to go along with this picture. It's about hypnotic Halloween candy.

Vash the greninja had determined he was far too serious for this holiday, but he wasn't going to complain too loudly about it if it meant he got candy.

His trainer, now four years a grown man, had shown boyish excitement at wandering the neighborhood tonight in his low-budget gengar costume, playfully heckling the locals for treats to fill a pumpkin-styled plastic bucket. He had visited each home with the support of one member of his team of pokemon at a time, rotating which one was out of the ball in order to stay legal, and providing each with a separate bag in order to assemble their own collection of candies.

Vash had at least enjoyed getting to spook humans with his Shadow Sneak technique, and plundering their candies did feel satisfying in its own way, even if only marginally.

Now they were back home - the whole team out of their balls. Greninja had gone to the roof for a time to isolate himself, taking his portion of the candy with him but not yet consuming it. Instead, he listened to the wind and watched the neighborhood as other packs of humans and pokemon roamed around and slowly filed back into their abodes.

By the time he came back in, everyone else had passed out asleep on the large cushioned mats in the house's largest room, which they normally used for in-team training. A mess of wrappers and smeared pokemon-friendly candy leftovers lay all over, and Vash nearly smacked his own forehead at the sight. So reckless and undisciplined...

Seeing no reason to remain there, he again took his candies and slunk back out to the roof.

The other, more extraverted pokemon had mingled and traded their candies with one another, but each candy that Vash carried had been rightfully earned by himself - personally. Most were simple things: individually wrapped chocolates, butterscotches, mints and so on. Using his dexterous hands and long tongue, he savored one of each type carefully, letting himself consider each of the flavors. The variation among the different chocolates particularly surprised him - some having familiar berry flavors, while others were bitterer but still interesting to the tongue.

But at the end of his cycle of doing this he picked up a long, narrow candied cylinder wrapped in unlabeled wax paper. He had nearly forgotten about receiving this - an old lady he startled had given it to him in response to telling him that he looked like he would benefit from it more than most. She was one of the people he had scared incredibly well by sneaking around, so he'd been cautious of the candy from the moment he received it.

Still, he was curious enough about it, and didn't envision any great harm coming from it, so he opened it up. It was a strange, firm thing, somewhere between taffy and caramel in consistency. It was a warm, pinkish-red color, and smelled... strangely enticing.

Not having experienced such strong feelings of appetite from sniffing any of the other candy, Vash at first wrapped this one back up and set it aside, and tried to force his mind back onto his surroundings... but the more he left it there uneaten, the more the scent lingered in his nose. It was a heady, confusing smell, reminding him simultaneously of cinnamon, alcohol, and sourdough bread. His mind stayed latched onto analyzing the fragrance for the next two minutes... until finally he caved and opened it up again, to sniff of it deeper.

The smell filled his thoughts, pushing out most of his usual concerns for staying vigilant of the world around him. He had a feeling that he knew of one single, summary thing which the candy smelled like, but he could never quite identify it, and this irritated him, causing him to obsess over it more and sniff even deeper.

Then, eventually accepting that he'd never get if from just smell, he let out the front quarter of his long tongue and slowly wrapped it into a thick coil around the candy.

He could feel his own heartbeat in his tightly coiled tongue. The candy felt... hot, inside of it. The taste felt highly acidic, yet sweet and painless, as though someone had taken a glass of orange juice and amplified all aspects of its flavor to taste-bud-wrecking levels. Meanwhile, the smell of the candy remained burned into his thoughts. Normally, taste and smell were supposed to align in a logical way... but with this candy, they were forming a sensory symphony in his mind. The more he thought about one, the more he had to think about the other, and soon there was no room for anything else.

Vash spread his legs wide and relaxed, sitting upright in the shadows. Clouds had rolled in front of the moon, but his night vision was fine. Better than usual, even. It was almost like his eyes were glowing, shining spooky blue lights as he tasted the wonderful, thought-expunging candy. He was feeling warm and tingly all over - the kind of feeling that might make him wish someone would come by and condescendingly call him a good pet after a job well done, except at the moment he could barely even remember anyone else but himself existed - or even that he existed. His mind was a cloud, just like the weather formations blocking the moonlight. Vapor, diffusing light in a million directions.

The treat never melted against Vash's tongue... but, the longer he held it there, the simpler his awareness became, and the hungrier he felt. He felt acute rumblings from his stomach, and his instincts responded by swallowing the tasty thing. It slipped down his throat a little uncomfortably, but once it had passed down into his stomach, he felt the warmness all over him increasing that much more.

His hungriness didn't go away, so he grabbed mindlessly at the other remaining candies and folded the entire batch of them into the long tassel of his tongue, all at once. This didn't feel right, so his hands fumblingly reached into the mass to pull the wrappers from each, before tossing them haphazardly over the roof's surface. The wind carried some down onto the lawn, but he didn't care at all. He was at one with the many flavors on his tongue, and feeling so very warm all over.

That warmness was doing funny things to him as he brought his massive tongue back inside his head to begin to swallow. it was leading to a tingling in his groin, which grew sharper and more insistent, but for the moment went mainly ignored.

He swallowed the candies down in a series of slow gulping motions, each creating a large, froggy bulge in his neck and causing his shoulders to gyrate. He looked like a simple-minded animal trying to swallow down too much food at once in the safest, most orderly fashion possible. And the longer he was doing this, the more certain other instincts came to the surface. Safety, food... and now...

His mind blanked before it could conceptualize sex. Instead, he felt a confusing tingling in both groin and mouth, and an ongoing need to keep licking and coiling his tongue.

His tongue dangled back out of his mouth, the taste buts feeling almost on fire from the variety of different flavors still assailing his mind. He furled and unfurled it, now sampling the tastes of other things since there was no more candy to be had. The roof didn't taste good. His own two-toed feet tasted somewhat better. Then he tried coiling his tongue around his own thigh, and that was... that was better still.

Then, from his groin, his shaft was getting hard. Harder than it would around another pokemon ready for breeding. So utterly, perfectly hard. In his haze it became almost all he could think of. He tried wrapping his tongue around it, to see if it would quiet the tastes lingering on his buds.

Everywhere the tongue touched along his length, it was like licking pleasure in a physical form. His heart pounded in his chest, and he coiled his tongue around his member over and over, listening to his instincts for both food and sex telling him it was good, while his blank thoughts gave no interference whatsoever.

Over and over his tongue wrapped, and squeezed, till the pleasure had him feeling dominant... confident. He sat tall and determined, the tipward portions of his tongue working over himself without stopping, and being rewarded with the flavor of his essence starting to leak. The taste was so good, even the still-lingering cloud of the original candy's smell seemed to be fading away in deference to it. He smelled of the musk his own body was giving off as his arousal rose toward its peak, each inhale exciting him just that much further.

And then, all at once, it was upon him: the inner muscles of his groin convulsing, the hard cock bulging... the milky feast of white shooting out over his tongue, and spilling its bounty down upon the roof.

Vash experienced mere seconds of a refractory period, his licking slowing down only because his member felt a little funny. The warmness in his belly radiated hotter, making him feel drunkenly, brutishly unstoppable, and needy beyond words. The sweet taste of his own semen was like candy... and he needed more. The feelings demanded more. To move from this spot at all would be wrong... there was only more.

The greninja's tongue kept working, his shaft still hard and his balls pleasurably tight. He had no conception of time right now... and would be doing this until the warm feelings went away. Whenever that was. If it ever was.

He had no idea. He only had lick, and coil, and seed.