BOOty 2: Re-Haunting a House

>It's been a little over a month since your vacation to Alola
>Well, sort of
>It turned out that the "vacation" was more or less a trial run, getting you adjusted to Alola
>Your mother had fully intended to move there before you went home, which you didn't expect but didn't really mind
>Since then, you've become a Trainer and started to make progress through the Island Challenge
>When you learned of the Single Challenge variant, with Trainers on both sides limited to a single stronger Pokemon, you couldn't resist taking the bait
>Banette certainly didn't seem to mind either

>Battling isn't the only thing you do with Banette, though
>Ever since that first night in the ruins of the Megamart, you've ended up fucking her regularly, and in different ways
>She doesn't seem to understand the word "no" when she's horny, and seems to understand but usually disregard words like "not now"
>You're thankful that you're living in Alola now; the people here tend to be closer to their Pokemon in more ways than one
>And somewhat less inhibited too, so nobody's judging you
>You're fairly certain the rockfall on Wela Volcano was intentionally set up so Kiawe would have time to dress and get the Totem Salazzle to hide, judging by the smell of pheromones and the way he was sitting down for most of the Trial

>Now that you've reached Maile City, your first step is to go challenge Acerola's trial for real this time
>However, when you find her in the Maile branch library to ask her about it, she simply shakes her head
>She says you've already completed your trial, and passed with flying colors
>She nudges you in the ribs as she comments that you already got a reward for it too
>Your face is passing into the infrared spectrum
>She cackles in a way no girl that young should and pushes you towards the door, recommending you take Banette back to her home
>It'll be just like old times

>Getting to the wrecked trial site is fairly easy with Banette's help
>You shake out your sleeping bag, trying to find the place you put it last time, as Banette plays in the shadows cast by the setting sun
>You smile a little as you watch her
>She really is beautiful
>She sees you watching and vanishes, only to pop out of your shadow and playfully grab at your ankle when you turn to get your bag set up properly
>The retaliatory pillow you throw at her passes through her as she giggles happily

>When night falls, Banette vanishes into the shadows of the Mart
>You aren't worried about her - she was strong when she was here before, and with your training, she's only gotten stronger
>She's more than capable of taking care of any ghosts that would harass you
>Harassing you is her job
>The thought makes you smile as you drift off to sleep

>You wake up to voices in the darkness, human ones
>Not ghosts-imitating-human-voices, actual human voices - you've learned to tell the difference
>You sit up quietly, looking around - another benefit of fucking Banette, you've gotten better at seeing in the dark with sheer practice
>The source of the voices isn't hard to pinpoint - a group of kids stand just inside the front door of the Mart, unable to see you from your position behind a wall

>You can just barely pick out what they're saying
>One of them doesn't believe that the place is actually haunted - he thinks Acerola just keeps a bunch of Ghost-types hidden away somewhere and brings them out for her Trial
>He's trying to convince the other kids to go in with him so he can prove it
>You start to wonder how you're going to handle this when you feel a caress on your inner thigh
>Banette floats up between your legs, grinning widely with red eyes burning
>...oh no

>You try to wave her off as quietly as possible, hoping not to alert the kids to your presence
>She shakes her head, mouth agape in a toothy grin, and vanishes into the floor
>For a second, you actually believe she listened to you
>Then you throw your head back and bite back a groan of pleasure as she begins to gently stroke your dick through your body
>It's hot as hell, and always gets you ready to go, but ready to go is not what you want right now

>Your head bumps the wall when you throw it back, although you manage to stifle your moan, but one of the kids hears
>You can hear an argument develop, with the denier saying that it's just a bit of falling brick or something
>Banette brings her head up through you again, this time coiling her long tongue around your stiffening dick and stroking upwards, and you fight not to moan
>She sighs soundlessly, almost exasperated, and spins herself around in midair
>You find her pussy pressed up against your face
>Her tongue has stopped moving, but the tip flicks against the head of your cock
>Banette is not a subtle lover

>You know what? Fuck it
>You grip her thighs and start licking, tongue flicking out
>Her tongue twists and spins around your dick, and this time you can't help but moan into her
>The sound you make doesn't sound like your voice, though
>Somehow, she alters it, makes it sound unearthly and inhuman
>It echoes off the walls of the Mart, and the kids freeze in unified fear
>You hear the front door slam shut behind them
>...So that's her game

>If that's how she wants to play it, then fuck it, you're in
>You dive into her again, pushing your tongue in as far as you can manage and giving her thighs a gentle, rippling massage
>She tastes sweet, almost like a ripe plum, and you're more than happy to continue licking away at her
>She's moved her hands to your dick, the better to press her pussy into your face, and is stroking away at you gently
>Her handjob is slow enough that you're not going to cum right away, but still enough to make you moan into her
>Every sound you make is transmuted into something eerie and otherworldly
>Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her spectral abilities coming into play, and the abilities of some other ghosts
>You can't really hear the kids any more, which is probably for the best - terror tends to be a boner-killer

>She pulls herself towards you, sliding through your torso and giving you a delightful chill, before pulling herself up past and through your cock
>She ends up positioning her slit over your cock, raising an eyebrow at you and giving that persistent toothy grin of hers that makes you love her so much
>You grip her hips, and she leans in for a kiss
>Your lips touch gently as your cock rubs the lips of her pussy
>Then her tongue plunges into your mouth as you pull her down onto you

>She's just as tight as ever - there are perks to having a lover made of ectoplasm and cloth
>Her tongue presses into your mouth, moving against and through yours as her pussy clenches around your cock
>Your hands pass into her, just a little, as you massage her small but firm breasts
>You moan deep into her mouth, and you can feel her whole body vibrate with it as she presses against your chest
>She transforms the sound into an ethereal shriek, and not even her influence can prevent you from hearing one of the kids scream in fright
>This close to her, merged with her in more ways than one, you can actually feel the fear from the kids
>You can even taste it where her tongue wraps around yours, and it's sweet ambrosia
>Somehow, the delicious flavor is bringing you closer to orgasm
>You thrust again, and are rewarded by another shivering taste of fear

>Given all that's happening, you only barely last any notable time in her
>With a roar of pleasure, you push your cock into her pussy all the way to the hilt - plus a little beyond - and explode deep inside her
>Your roar gains a reverberation to it, but what really sells the sound is the shriek of your Banette as she reaches her own climax
>The result sounds like nothing so much as the cry of a Ringwraith on PCP, and the shower of will-o-wisps that explode around you only makes it scarier
>If you didn't know the cause, you'd be terrified - as it is, you only love Banette more for it

>Vaguely, you hear the door slam open, and a stampede as the kids flee the very definitely haunted building
>You lay back against the wall as your orgasm subsides, and look up over the wall to see what had the kids so terrified
>You nearly break out laughing
>It's you, or an illusion of you - sure, you're emaciated, translucent, sharp-toothed, and generally shoved into the uncanny valley, but that's certainly you
>You look back at Banette, and she pulls a comically exaggerated face like the illusion, complete with an utterly gormless gap-toothed version of her normal grin
>Then you do laugh, and Banette laughs with you as she transforms yours, a pair of eerie cackles following the kids as they sprint for home

>You awaken early the next morning to sun streaming into your eyes, with Banette cuddled next to you in the shadow of your sleeping bag
>Acerola is waiting for you outside the building
>Her expression is utterly guileless, but mischief dances in her eyes
>She innocently asks if you slept well, and mentions that she was a little worried about you
>There were these kids who kept insisting that she was artificially stocking the Trial site, and she did hope they didn't go in to the building
>After all, it was usually safe, but they looked like they might do something stupid
>You thought of accusing her, but thought better of it - what would be the point?
>Instead, you just smiled and went on your way

>As you set off for Route 15, you passed a kid on his way to something or another, bearing the hallmarks of sleep-deprivation
>On a cruel impulse, you hummed quietly to yourself, and felt the delightfully chill hand of Banette reaching up through your larynx and twisting the note into something more minor-key and eldritch
>The poor kid's face went white as a sheet, and when he turned to look at you, he made a sort of choked scream and sprinted off
>You heard Banette giggling quietly in your ear, and smiled with her