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>This was a terrible idea
>The words run around your head incessantly as you try to hide your head under your pillow
>It was a terrible idea, you should never have agreed to it, and you regret the hell out of it
>But no backing out now

>It had all started so simply
>You and your friends had been touring the islands of Alola, and had just reached Ula'ula Island
>Your tour had taken you past the observatory, the Aether House, and most recently the Tapu Village
>You'd met the local Trial Captain, Acerola, who had claimed that the ruins - including the wrecked Thrifty Megamart built nearby - were safe to visit
>Assuming, of course, you didn't do anything to anger the Pokemon there and you weren't doing an Island Challenge
>Really, though, it's perfectly safe
>So long as you don't act like a total idiot you might even make some friends

>Of course, since your friends were dickheads, this immediately resulted in a bet
>You were to spend the night in the Megamart, and if you came out unscathed and well-rested, you'd get your meals paid for the rest of the trip
>It was too good to pass up
>Now you're wishing you had

>It's not that anything is outright wrong with the Megamart's ruin, outside of the obvious
>There aren't Ghost Pokemon floating around cackling and making will-o-wisps dance
>It'd be easier if there was
>Instead, the whole site just has an inherently creepy sensation
>There are the classics that you remembered from your (much briefer) tour of the Strange House in Unova - pervasive chill, movements in the corner of your eye, a constant sensation of being watched
>But the Megamart manages to double down on the creepy
>The sensation of being watched is stronger, but you aren't feeling unwelcome - not like they want you to leave
>Instead, you get the somehow more terrifying feeling that they want you to stay
>You do your best to vanish into your sleeping bag, trying hard not to think about the Gengar you'd seen once that could go through solid objects

>Something touches your leg, almost a caress
>You practically bounce straight up, a scream choking itself off in your throat
>You stare around, wild-eyed, but see nothing at all
>Maybe it had been your imagination?
>Trying to calm your racing heart, you lay back and tuck your blanket tighter around yourself
>So soft it was barely noticeable, you hear the sound of a young woman giggling

>You tell yourself firmly to stay calm
>The Trial Captain had said it was perfectly safe
>Many Ghost-types feed off fear, you know this
>They're just scaring you so they can eat you
>Wait, that's not right
>Is it?
>Okay, so telling yourself to stay calm definitely isn't working

>You shiver involuntarily as a chill races up and down your spine
>Another caress seems to run along your arm
>You manage to stifle your jolt this time, keeping your head firmly buried under your pillow
>It's all psychosomatic, you're certain of it
>Absolutely nothing is wrong and you can just go to sleep and it'll all be fine and -
>Then you feel the absolutely unmistakable sensation of someone grabbing your butt

>THAT makes you jump clean out of your sleeping bag, the old zipper on the side flying open
>That was definitely not psychosomatic
>Someone, or something, is fucking with you
>You really hope it's just your friends
>Especially because the sensation of being watched is stronger than ever
>And, you realize in creeping horror, it now feels like it has a source
>Right
>Behind
>You

>You spin around as fast as you can, arms coming up in an utterly useless defensive posture
>Nothing's there
>Were you just psyching yourself out?
>Then you involuntarily freeze as something closes over your eyes and around your head
>It's like black fabric, but somehow not - too smooth, too like skin
>The giggle you heard earlier comes again, but right in your ear this time
>You're too petrified to move or react
>Some part of your brain comes up with the utterly inane thought that you're certainly not collecting on that bet anymore

>With a rush of cold air, your face is released
>You spin again to get a look at your tormentor, and immediately come face-to-face with them
>Literally face-to-face - your nose is practically touching them
>Their gold-colored teeth glint in the moonlight, mouth curving up in a jagged smile
>Their silky dark-grey arms land on each shoulder, holding you in place - as though you could even think of fleeing right now
>Your gaze is fixed on the burning red eyes of a Banette

>They blink, slowly, once
>The spell breaks, and you stumble backwards, eyes wild in fear
>You stare at the floating Ghost-type, trying to understand
>As you look at them, you notice - "they" are a she
>The clues are subtle, but present
>The spikes of the head are shorter, the tail pom larger, the shape of the zipper mouth's handle a diamond instead of a rectangle
>Lines of her body, as you stare, resolve into the gentle curves of small breasts and hips
>And then there's the fact that she has a wet slit between her legs that you really can't help but notice
>Even as you watch, a drop of ectoplasm falls to splatter on the ground
>She notices you staring, and rather than any signs of embarrassment, the characteristic grin of her species only widens

>A little biology lesson from your sex ed class surfaces from that same inane part of your mind
>Since arousal and fear have many of the same physiological symptoms, the body can effectively "mix up" the two
>Scared people can become horny, and vice versa
>It's why scary movies make for good dates
>It probably isn't the WHOLE reason your rapidly growing boner is poking through the front of your boxers, but it's certainly contributing

>Your face flushes, and you try to cover yourself
>She notices, though, and the sound of her zipper flicking back and forth as she licks her lips is loud in the stillness
>She floats towards you, and you back up, keeping your eyes focused on her
>Almost immediately, you trip over a broken wooden beam, and fall backwards
>When you look next, a yelp escapes you without you meaning to
>Banette is floating directly over you, smiling in a predatory way
>Her eyes flash a brighter pink, and motes of light appear in your vision
>They spin around your head, twisting in dizzying patterns, and you lose track of her again

>The lights are almost hypnotic in the way they flit here and there, and you feel like you'd be happy to sit and watch them for a while...
>That inane part of your mind comes up with something useful for once, though - a reminder from the battle with the Gengar so long ago
>You break free of the Confuse Ray to see Banette straddling you, grinding herself back and forth on your chest
>She notices, and presses herself flat against you, sliding herself down
>You can feel a trail of moisture running down your body
>Her breasts are pushing against your torso, and her pussy is leaking just above your dick
>Her breath is surprisingly chill on your face, and her eyes are filled with lust
>It's all enough to almost make you forget she's a Pokemon
>And even when you remember, it has less of a negative effect on you than you thought it would

>You remember Acerola's advice
>Don't act like an idiot, and you might make some friends
>She knew exactly what she was getting you into
>How did she know you'd be okay with this? That you were a Pokephile?
>YOU didn't know you were a Pokephile until now!
>But if she knew what she was doing, then she thinks you'll be safe
>So long as you don't do anything stupid
>Well, you won't know if it was stupid until you try it
>Steeling yourself, you reach up and cup Banette's small breasts

>You're rewarded with a throaty purr of arousal
>She grips the back of your neck gently, pulling you upwards, and you stumble upright
>Once you're up, she gives you a light shove, sending you into a stone pillar
>She floats after you, in no hurry
>She's savoring you

>She suddenly rushes at you with her mouth open wide, and before you get a chance to be afraid of the zipper's teeth, she's swallowed your cock to the hilt
>Immediately, you can tell her mouth is shaped differently than anything else you've felt
>She doesn't have a hard palate, just a wide-open gash like a puppet
>And a long, wet, warm tongue
>You groan in pleasure as she coils it around your shaft, pumping up and down your length
>At length, she releases you, tongue flicking around your head one last time to clean away your dripping pre before snapping back into her mouth
>She licks her lips, enjoying your flavor

>She beckons with one finger, and you step forward hesitantly, unsure of what she's going to ask of you
>Before you go any further than a step, though, she flies at you again
>She disappears through your torso, passing through you as if you weren't even there
>You gasp in surprise, feeling a chilling wave of mixed terror and lust run through you, and involuntarily shiver
>Turning around, you see Banette pressing herself against the pillar, rear in the air and legs spread apart
>Her pussy is sopping wet, and her tail pom twitches, waiting for you
>Before, you might have gone slow, tried to finger her first or something
>But you're still feeling the effects of her passage, so instead you step forward and grab her hips
>She giggles again, and gasps as your head rubs up against her clit when you align yourself
>You let the anticipation build for just a heartbeat
>Then you push yourself in

>God, she's tight
>Her pussy is like a warm, wet, velvet vise around your cock, gripping and massaging you even when you're only pushing your way in slowly
>Every millimeter is a struggle, but feels so incredibly good, and your eyes involuntarily close in pleasure
>You become aware of an eerie noise at the edge of your hearing, like a tiny church organ playing its highest note, and look down at your partner
>Her eyes have rolled up in pleasure, and she's quivering in your grasp
>The noise is her version of a moan of pleasure, you think
>To test that theory, you reach up and rub the tip of one of her breasts
>The note breaks off into a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, and she bucks against you
>Hypothesis confirmed, and you think you like the results
>Steeling yourself, you begin to thrust slowly

>Fucking a Ghost-type is a truly bizarre experience
>More than once, she struggles to maintain control of herself under the onslaught of pleasure, and you find your hands literally sinking into her body
>Her arms and even her head sometimes sink into the pillar you're pressing her up against
>The tail on her head regularly flicks THROUGH your chest, sending waves of lust and mild fear each time and causing you to redouble your efforts
>Even the world around you seems to twist as her powers go wild, with illusory motes of light spinning wildly and moonlit shadows twisting and lengthening
>You aren't sure how many of the sounds you're hearing are your groans of pleasure, her squeals and high notes, or illusory fears made by her powers
>You think you're going a bit crazy
>Then again, you were probably already crazy when you started this

>Your own climax is getting close; somehow, she can tell
>Between thrusts, she manages to turn herself over, facing you
>She licks her lips as you come closer and closer
>You pull back one last time, gripping her shoulders and readying yourself for the last push
>When you do impale her, it's not at all what you're expecting
>Your cock slams into her, but your hips don't meet hers; instead, she passes right through you
>The momentum of your thrust pushes you all the way up through her partially-corporeal body
>Eventually, you bottom out in her, and your orgasm tears through you
>Your dick twitches in - is that her head!? - as you come harder and in more volume than you ever have before

>When your climax abates at last, she slips down and out of you, and you collapse into a sitting position on the floor
>She opens her mouth, and you can see that...yes, you did manage to actually cum UP her throat
>The roof of her mouth has been painted white with your seed
>She swallows hard, and licks her lips, showing you her now-clean mouth
>She just drank all of your cum, which you somehow CAME UP HER THROAT, and enjoyed it
>For some reason you can't entirely explain, this is the hottest thing you've seen in your life

>When morning comes, you walk out of the Mart tired but happy
>You tell your friends that you didn't get much sleep, but you got enough, and nothing hurt you
>With a wink to Acerola, who's standing nearby, you say you think you even made a friend
>One of your friends scoffs, saying you're just trying to cash in on the bet
>You shrug, saying that you'll count it even with just one meal, then
>He rolls his eyes and walks away
>You count to three under your breath before he trips over absolutely nothing and swears loudly
>You smile as you hear a phantom giggle just behind you