[Halloween Story] My Hex Maniac stalker (Patreon)

The following story includes sexual content and elements of foot fetish. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

As the lush trees are swaying by the wind, the sunlight, barely filtering through their leaves, is casting strange shadows around me. Now I see Route 14 in northern Kalos gives off an eerie vibe, even in broad daylight. Just like the rumors say.

The situation worsens when one of those dark figures begins to move by itself, raising both arms in a threatening manner. I grab a Poké ball from my belt, ready to fight, but soon I discover that the only threat on this trail is the boggy swamps' bad-smelling water.

"Hey! Yoohoo!" The living shadow walks out of the darkness to reveal its true identity; a young woman with pale skin that wears a black cobweb dress. She is waving at me with both hands.

"What a surprise!" I sigh, relieved. "You shouldn't hide behind the trees. There are wild Pokémon in the area. It could be dangerous."

"The Sun and I are not the best of friends." The girl approaches me, lacking any sense of personal space. "I preferred to stay there and wait for nightfall."

I find her answer unconvincing. Not to mention there is something peculiar about the way she speaks. Almost as if she whispers every word.

I have my reservations about that stranger, but it's getting late. And leaving her alone in the swamp doesn't seem right to me.

"I know you are not on good terms with the sun, but we should go to the nearest Pokémon Center!" I suggest. "It's a long way from here."

"It sounds like a good idea!" She lets out a mocking giggle. "After all, nighttime is when ghosts thrive."

"That's what people say!" I reply, heading to the next town.

I assume my new companion takes my advice and decides to follow me closely. Maybe too close since I can hear her footsteps right behind me. So once I start walking, I keep going without looking back.

"It is true!" The young woman agrees, soft speaking in my ear. "But if you're frightened by them, you should think twice before going out at this hour..."

"Don't get me wrong. Ghost-type Pokémon are quite scary. On the other hand, I think they're fascinating." I say, ignoring her liking for invading my personal space for the third time. "Most trainers are not aware of their virtues. Besides their combat potential, they hide unknown powers. Too bad I haven't been able to capture one yet!"

Despite my complaints, I have to concede that I am lucky. Traveling the length and breadth of Kalos with no other company than my faithful Pokémon is not that easy. Meeting a girl with such a gloomy charm is a pleasant surprise.

I also admit that her obsession with speaking so close to my ear is starting to arouse me. The lightest brush of her lips against it, almost nibbling on it, makes my dick grow harder and harder.

I don't want her to find out. But, without realizing it, I let myself be seduced by her soft breath, tickling my ear. I stay silent for a long time before I snap out of my trance. So I find the first excuse I can think about to keep talking without raising suspicion.

"I'm sorry!" I break the silence without stopping walking or looking back. "You must be thinking I'm rude. I haven't even asked your name! You can call me Anon."

I wait patiently for an answer that never comes.

"Has she noticed my erection?" I turn around to check if everything is okay, finding myself face-to-face with her, looking straight into those wide-open eyes.

I take a step back to catch my breath. I wasn't scared, just shocked.

"Is... Is that what you think about ghost-type Pokémon...?" The young woman lowers her head, twirling her dark hair with a finger.

"Y-Yeah!" I nod, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I knew it! Your love of the supernatural is as great as mine!" She sighs dreamily, grinning from ear to ear. "Our fates are entwined forever! I realized it from the moment I saw you!"

"Wait a minute! You are taking things out of context!" I gasp.

"Heh, heh, heh... You can't lie to me!" She holds her face in her hands, blushing heavily. "The eyes are the windows to the soul, which means that when two trainers' eyes meet, they can see each other's hidden emotions and desires!"

"If two trainers' eyes meet, they have to battle! I'm telling you! You are taking things out of context!"

"Is that what you want? Fine! Let a Pokémon battle decide our future!" She continues her monologue. "If you lose, you will allow me to follow you wherever you go; but if you are the winner, you can do whatever you want with me!"

"I-I don't even know you!"

"Oh! Do you want to know my name?" The gloomy woman says as three pairs of glowing eyes manifest behind her with a wicked haze covering them. Then she begins to sigh heavily, clearly aroused, making it hard for every word to get out of her mouth. "My name is... Helena, and I am a Hex-Maniac...! Anon! Let's have a battle!"

The first pair of glowing eyes lunges forward as the mist around it shapes into a round head, flanked by three large spiked protrusions on either side. "It's a Haunter!" I think to myself, looking at how two disembodied hands with three clawed twitching fingers float menacingly around me.

"Come on, Braixen!" I shout above the cries of the rival's Haunter, throwing the Poké ball as soon as I grab it from my belt. "Wait! I fucked it up!" A sudden creep runs down my back. "I won't be able to do much, facing off a Pokémon that is faster than mine."

"Now, use Psyshock!" I order my partner Pokémon, hoping luck is on my side. It not only manages to evade the opponent's shadow ball but also lands a critical hit; Haunter faints after being attacked by Braixen's odd psychic wave.

Though surprised, the Hex Maniac sends a Litwick onto the battlefield, which is also unable to withstand my Braixen's attack.

Lasting the encounter less than expected, my Pokémon and I hold each other in arms celebrating our victory. But soon enough, I realize that, by accepting the challenge, I have also accepted Helena's terms and conditions.

My trainer instinct made me react, acting on muscle memory, without realizing what success entailed. "Losing wasn't an option, but what was I supposed to do now?" My head spins, trying to figure out an answer. "If I can do whatever I want with this girl, does that means I can just tell her to leave me alone? No! She's obsessed with me! There's no way I can escape from this so easily..."

Then I realize something. Before the Pokémon battle began, several pairs of eyes manifested behind Helena. They were three pairs of eyes. One belonged to her Haunter and the other to Litwick! "Am I celebrating too soon?" I ponder, waiting for the gloomy woman's next move. Nothing happens. So, I inquire about it.

She has another member on her team indeed; a Gengar. However, it sustained an injury early in a previous fight. Upon learning of this, I declare battle results annulled. Proud of myself for finding such a way out of this predicament, I breathe a sigh of relief.

"It wouldn't be fair to declare me the winner!" I start explaining. "I'm sure this could have end different if that Gengar had participated." I pause to make sure she's buying it. "Unless my team and I face it in battle, we have no way of knowing it. We better try again next time. You know! When you can give your 100%."

"You're an even better person than I thought, Anon!" The young woman's heart bursts with joy, holding both hands against her chest. "I never thought I'd meet someone with such pure ideals as yours! That's why I can't let you annul this match. Besides, it was my decision! I decided to face you, even if only two of my three Pokémon were ready to fight! Now accept me as your reward!"

We both argue back and forth for a while, deciding to postpone the final decision since the moon sets, leaving us in the dark. Facing the risk of being attacked by wild Pokémon, we look for a safe place among the trees, setting up an improvised camp.

The tent was small, so there was only room for Helena and me. Sitting next to each other, with nothing else to do to kill time, we start arguing again. "Fine. I won't force you to do something you don't want to." The Hex Maniac relents. "I was pushing you to fight me, and I'm sorry. I believe in love at first sight, and I just- I really like you, okay...?" She looks down. "I'm not used to talking to people, so I thought this was the better way to approach you and let you know how I feel… At least, let me give you some money as a reward. That's what a trainer should do when loses to another."

I did not expect such an outcome, and I still find that she declares her feelings toward a stranger a bit weird, but understanding that her social skills are not the best, I decide to ignore that fact. So, I gladly accept being paid!

Staring into her bag, the girl grows impatient as she can't find a single Pokédollar. Defeated, she begins going through each of her pockets, exploring each one in her long dress. A curse escapes from her lips once she fails to find the money a second time.

Grumbling, Helena kicks her black Mary Jane shoes off. Turning her back to me and sitting on her knees, she removes both insoles from her footwear, throwing them away.

"What bad luck! I was sure I hid part of my savings here." She utters, checking the insides of both shoes.

Tired, the girl empties the contents of her backpack on the ground. Waving her flaring hips as she crawls around, she searches through the pile of items.

Being so focused on what she's doing, that woman inadvertently gives me one of the best views of my life; not only do I get a glimpse of that heart-shaped ass through a tight dress, but also of both of her soles since they are facing me. As I count each of her deep wrinkles, my raging erection returns, setting up its own tent in my pants.

After the talk we had, showing myself as a horny bastard may make me look like hypocrisy. However, she doesn't have to know! And taking advantage of my distracted partner, I grab the insoles she got rid of a moment ago. Taking a closer look, I find some toe prints, stronger-reeking spots. I would describe the smell as sweaty, mixed with old leather and hints of vinegar. A classic one!

Delighted by such a pungent odor, I press my nose against the darker areas of the insoles. After feeling the dirt layer covering their surface, I take my first whiff. Then, I inhale a second time with such enthusiasm I feel the intoxicating stench burning my nostrils. Unaware of what that was causing in my body, some precum oozed from my member, slightly staining my pants.

"Ugh! Curse you!" The Hex Maniac complains. "Now I remember! Early today, I faced one of those Team Flare chumps! She must have stolen my wallet when I got distracted!"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest; I thought she was mad because she caught me on the spot. So I better get rid of the objects of my lust before that happens.

"Sorry to hear that. You don't need to worry about me." I answer calmly.

Unfortunately, her gaze has settled on something already; my boner. So my words do nothing to her but go in one ear and out the other. Embarrassed, I cover my crotch. But it was too late! Even before I noticed my wet pants, Helena did it.

A close inspection of my face leads her to find some dirt on it. Bopping my nose, she takes some of that grime. After checking at it closely and sniffing it, her eyes wide open. Then, she looks around, finding her insoles lying on the floor. All it takes is a quick examination of both pieces of leather for her to realize that the aroma is the same.

"Guys like you find the smell of feet arousing, huh?" Helena pounces on me without a second thought, letting the weight of her big breasts smother me as the strands of her long dark hair tickle my forehead.

"What are you doing?" I pant. "I thought you wouldn't behave this way anymore!" I try to reassure her. But my attempts to change her mind are ignored as she wraps her thick thighs around my waist, making me unable to hide my enthusiasm.

"You can't blame me, Anon! Just look at us! We like each other!" The Hex Maniac twitches, feeling how my cock throbs thump her pubic mound. "You see? There's no point in holding us back!" She smirks.

Restraining myself from being indulged by her has made me horny. So, I rethink my decisions, realizing that ignoring Hex Maniac's drenched-in-sweat feet would be an unforgivable mistake. I stop fighting back.

As she rolls my pants down at ankle height, caressing my inner thighs with her fingertips, shivers across my skin make my back arch.

Little effort is needed for my rock-hard penis to escape from my boxers, standing up before a flushed Helena. Almost begging for it, she grasps it. With long, slow strokes, her dry but soft hand works all my dick's length.

"Here you are, Anon!" She places her left heel on my mouth, resting the balls of her foot on my nose and pushing it up. Being my nostrils pressed by her soft sole, the rank odor hits me like a runaway rhyhorn.

With trembling hands, I grab that same foot and stick my nose between her wiggling toes, dipping it to fill my lungs with that intoxicating scent. It's a sour smell, way worse than the one coming from her insoles, and also with a less friendly hint of vinegar, probably, the consequence of her feet being stuck inside the shoes all day.

"Eek!" The young woman cries as I explore the bottom of her foot with my tongue, running it all over the arch, tasting the sweat on my way to the heel.

Even if I'm enjoying the moment, I can't help but feel the urge to stick my manhood between the soles of this goth gal. My virile member throbs one last time before slipping it out of Helena's hand.

Tilting her head, she gives me a puzzled look. But once I glance at her feet and then at my virile member, she put the pieces together.

"I offer this to you freely! A special present!" She slaps each sole on each side of my dick.

I moan, standing with my penis sorer than pleased for such a rough grab.

That doesn't stop her from pumping my shaft with such enthusiastic legwork that her jugs start to bounce. Sliding up and down the meaty bottoms of her feet, she pushes me close to the climax. I hold it, but she scrunches her pale soles up as my cock keeps going in and out of her arches, clenching them tighten around me after each stroke.

Every time both her feet slide down my rod, with silky skin brushing against my delicate glans, hitting my testicles with her heels, my eyes roll back. I can only describe such a sensation as waves of pleasure coming from my manhood to my spine.

As my cock begins to spit semen, the sperm shots hit the girl's feet. The warm load drips between her fat toes, mixing with the smelly gunk my nose didn't remove from there before. The pale soles get a good dose of my spunk too, which starts to drip down to the ground through each foot's wrinkles, already sweat-drenched.

"H-Hey! Don't let it out all over yet!" The young woman stutters, showing mixed feelings; she's smiling but frowning. "I was expecting you to do me the same after this...! You better not waste a single drop on my shoes! Everything belongs to me!" She keeps complaining, holding her shoe wear, preventing them from getting stained as she takes another good amount of thick goo out of me. I splatter both her big and second toe as soon as she uses them to grip my cock with them, failing in a silly attempt to make me stop.

"Oh! Now tell me, Anon...!" Helena blushes. As my legs tense and shake, I nut one last time. And my dick, spitting in gushes of the remnant sperm stored in my balls, twitches a couple of times more before going limp. "Are your love for me and my feet strong enough to finally convince yourself our fates are forever intertwined?" She rubs one foot against the other, sole to sole, audibly splattering the thick white globs that litter her skin, using my seed as a moisturizer.

"Yeah…! Now I know..." My last words leave my body before I fall unconscious.