Chapter 1 - The Night's Soul Entertainment

Author's Notes:
I promised a few readers of my Nuzlocke fic that I would give my Haunter some special attention, and then this happened. It got a little weird, but I had a lot of fun with it, so hopefully, everyone enjoys it as much as I did. 

Also, there’s only one hoe, but how could I pass up a quality pun like that?

Kinks: 
Spiritual violation. Loads of cum. Aural sex. Oral sex. Ghost shenanigans. Cocks going everywhere. Hypnosis. Bukkake. Corruption. Triple vaginal penetration. Double-barreled blowjob. Cervical penetration. Licking. Kissing.

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With a long, drawn-out groan Abby tossed herself down onto the grass, the soft blades crushing beneath her like a cushion as she stared up at the stars. Her bag was less than a foot away, but the thought of having to dig her tent out - and then set it up - was enough to make her groan again. It had already been a long damn day. She'd hitched a Pokeride from Poni Island back to Melemele, which was enough to put a damper on her day to begin with. She absolutely hated heights and the Pokeride Charizard weren't known for being overly careful and gentle with their passengers. And then she'd spent a good ten hours hiking along the coast after she'd been dropped off at the wrong spot. An entire day spent on what was supposed to be a quick jaunt between islands, and she hadn't even gotten to Hau'oli city proper. She was still to the north of it, not far distant from the Cemetery where she'd picked up Revenant.

Pleasant memories aside, it wasn't where she wanted to be. Hau'oli had been teasing her with promises of a bed and running water and a properly cooked meal. It was the siren song that had kept her walking all day and now taunted her as she stretched out, her legs aching. Still, the grass was soft, the sky was clear, and the air was cool but not chill, thick with the smell of the forest and the distant sea.

"Could be worse, I guess," Abby told herself as she squirmed around in the long grass, getting comfortable and putting her hands behind her head. She really should get up and at least get her sleeping bag and some food out, but for the moment she felt happy to just lay there, enjoying the night air. 

"Haunter."

"Fuck!" Abby jumped upright in a second, hand flying to her belt and the Pokeballs she kept there as her heart raced in her chest. But it wasn't a wild Pokemon, just Revenant, and Abby let out a breath, leaning back against a tree as her heart pounded hard.

"Scared the shit out of me, Rev," she complained as the ghost quietly laughed to itself, big eyes crinkled with mischief. He must have let himself out of his Pokeball at some point, which was an annoyingly bad habit the ghost had gotten into. "What's up?"

The Haunter gestured with a hand and bobbed in the air as it spoke. "Haunt, Haunter Haunt!"

"Yeah, I think we met near here," she agreed, pushing herself off the tree and heading for her bag. Now that she was up, she might as well actually get her stuff set up. "Good times, right?"

"Haunt."

Turning, Abby found herself face to face with the Pokemon, the suddenness making her jump. But rather than laugh, Rev simply reached out a hand. Abby gasped, her mouth opening as Revenant reached -into- her. That large, purple hand sinking into her chest as if she was no more substantial than fog. It was cold, bitterly and painfully cold, like a shard of ice driven into her chest. It chased the breath from her lungs and left her gasping thinly.

"W-what…?" She gasped, looking up into her Pokemon’s eyes. What was going on, what was he doing?

His hand tightened on something deep in her chest, and Abby felt her knees give out. The cold was slowly spreading through her body, her limbs going limp and unresponsive. Her breath puffed out in thick clouds of vapor, and the only reason she wasn't shivering was because of how heavy and limp her body felt.

"Haun. Haunter Haunter," her Pokemon said soothingly, pressing a finger to her lips to silence her. His other hand tightened and Abby slumped. It no longer hurt, but she felt so cold and tired and heavy. Her limbs were like lead, weighing her down as she stared dumbly at Revenant. And then the Haunter began to draw his hand back and Abby let out a shivering little gasp as her vision seemed to blue and double for a moment. And then suddenly Rev was closer and she no longer felt cold or heavy. She felt awake and alive and… and…

She was transparent.

Not fully, she was still there, though her whole body seemed to be tinged with blue, she could see the ground through her hands as she stared at them in shock. Revenant’s hand was buried in her chest, clutching the very center of her as he drew her up and up and up. Her hands grabbed at him, and she was surprised to find his hand was as solid as flesh as she grabbed his wrist. Normally he was like gas or fog under her fingers, his body curling like smoke as she passed right through him, but now he was real and solid under her touch. It was the first time she’d ever been able to touch him back.

He kept pulling, and the sensation was like falling down but somehow in reverse, a rushing sensation that was unpleasant but not painful. Startling, but not scary. She clung to Rev’s hand for support as the world spun, and he lifted his other to cup her cheek, giving her a broad smile that might have been frightening if she wasn’t used to it. And then he let go of her, letting her stand on her own two feet as the wind blew above them, shaking the treetops but not so much as stirring Abby’s hair. She knew what she would see when she turned around, but the young trainer just couldn’t help herself. 

Abby was laying on the grass, curled on her side as if sleeping. Her chest rose and fell in slow, gentle breaths that strained her shirt, and the wind ruffled softly through her hair. It looked peaceful… she looked peaceful. It was the strangest thing, to stare at yourself without the help of a mirror.

“Am I..." Abby started then swallowed, licking her lips. Her heart was still down in the grass, in her body, but it felt as though it was beating hard in her chest. So hard her vision wavered and she had to swallow again as she failed to voice the question that was on her tongue and had to go for the softer version. "Is… is this permanent?”

“Haunter! Haunter Haunter Haunter!” Rev looked hurt at the suggestion, offended at the very idea that he might have done anything bad to her. Those hugely expressive eyes crinkled at the edges as he stared mournfully at her, looking for all the world like a giant, kicked puppy.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," she said soothingly, reaching out a hand to pet his body. The ghost looked shocked as she stroked the top of him, and then his eyes closed and he leaned into her touch. He felt cool under her fingers, soft and slightly yielding, but undoubtedly solid. 

"You should just ask a girl for permission before you yank her soul out on the first date," she teased the happy ghost, her voice still a touch brittle. She trusted her Pokemon, but it had still been shocking to feel herself pulled out of her own body. A violation that was only now starting to register as the fear ebbed away. "So why did you do this, anyway? It's not like you aren't able to touch me normally."

“Haunter. Haunter.”

A hand gestured and Abby turned, looking at where Revenant was pointing, and almost gasped. There were Gastly all around her, dozens of them floating in the dark of the night, made from seemingly nothing more than the shadows of the trees and the glint of moonlight. They weren’t strong enough to appear to people, even at night, unsubstantial wisps in the breeze-blown darkness. But as nothing more than a soul, as a ghost herself, she could see them - and see the shining hunger and happiness in their eyes. The pure joy of being seen by someone filled their insubstantial faces, and they crowded forward toward her. 

"Gastly. Gastly! Gast Gast!"

They blurred around her, grinning faces that trailed dark smoke behind them. Uncertain shapes and eyes that gleamed with delight and mischief. Some were nearly as solid as Revenant, while others were little more than shapes and suggestions in the dark air. But they spun around her like a vortex, and Abby found herself laughing. There was no fear to be found, no terror in those bright eyes and ghastly smiles. Despite their appearance, they were as joyful and playful as any Pokemon she’d met before. Lonely spirits, but not angry ones.

"So you wanted me to meet your friends?" Abby asked, looking out at the crowd as they slowly spun down, bobbing and chattering around her.

"Haunter," Revenant confirmed and then hesitated, a smile slowly stretching across its face. A mischievous, filthy smile that made Abby's spine tingle and her heart lurch in her chest. She knew that smile….

In a rush of swirling, dark smoke, Revenant was behind her, strong hands grabbing her wrists and drawing them up to the small of her back, locking them there with a grip like steel. As one hand held her arms pinned, the other beckoned toward his friends, the cloud of Gastly slowly drew closer and Abby began to make out certain shapes in the mingled smoke and gas of their bodies.

There was a certain something that Revenant had always been missing, a bit of anatomy that had left Abby a little disappointed. Certainly, his skilled hands and wonderful imagination had left her more than satisfied time after time, but she'd always wished that she could return some of his attention. And here, in the twilight evening, where her soul stood bare and naked before this churning cloud of wicked smiles, she could feel something pushing against her back. Something cool and insistent that dribbled against her skin as Revenant grinned at her shoulder.

And in the cloud, she could see similar shapes. The stronger, more solid Gastly had smoke that dangled and trailed beneath them. Cylinders of swirling gas that seemed to be thickening, growing more and more solid as Abby watched, heart in her throat. They were crowding in, coming closer and closer, until the tang and sting of their gas burned at her nostrils.

"So… n-not just meet your friends," she swallowed, glancing around the crowd. There were dozens of Gastly, but she could only see a few handfuls that were solid enough to be forming thick, swaying members.

“Haunter.” The voice was a growl in her ear, sinister and poisoned honey that made her grin and shiver. Her back arched as she felt his tongue on the back of her neck, cold and wet as it slowly dragged across her nape, leaving a sticky smear that tingled on her skin. Her arms flexed, as she squirmed against his grip, but there was no breaking his grasp.

His other hand came up, the sharp tips of his fingers digging into her soul as he wrapped them around her neck, gently applying pressure. It was a strange sensation, being choked when you didn’t have to breath, and Abby let out a shaky, wheezing little gasp as his grip tightened even more, until pain and pressure made her vision blur, her hips bucking as she writhed in his grasp. The ghostly Pokemon had never needed much to get her going, just being in his hands was enough to reduce her to putty.
 
"Haunter?"

"I… I'd love to help your friends." It came out as a gasp, even without needing breath it was hard to speak past the tight grip on her throat. But she managed it, head spinning and heart-thumping as she squeezed the words out.

"Haunter~"

From the crowd of watching ghosts, a single Gastly came floating forward, bobbing slightly as a thick, swirling tube of gas swung along behind it, seemingly as thick as Abby’s wrist, though the slightly blurred edges made it hard to tell. To her surprise, he didn't jam that fat, seemingly insubstantial cock down her throat. He didn't even slap it down onto her cheek and let it drool into her hair. Instead, the Gastly darted forward and she found her lips pressed against his. Sharp teeth pricked at her soft lips as the ghost pushed itself into a kiss, wafting vapors trickling up to be inhaled as Abby took a sharp breath from the suddenness of it. They stung her nose and made her head spin, but the headrush was almost pleasant. After a moment, she leaned into the kiss herself, letting her lips part as she gave a short groan of approval.

She felt his tongue pushing forward, and she wrestled with it for a moment. Human and Pokemon fighting for dominance as the Gastly tried to shove its thick tongue into her mouth. But for Abby, there was never any hope of victory - she would cave to Pokemon every time, and she knew it. So while she fought, her tongue slipping and gliding along the opposing, softly yielding muscle, she knew it was only a matter of time before he managed to pin her tongue and force his way in.

She gagged as he finally won, his huge, soft tongue filling her mouth and making her cheeks bulge slightly. The taste of his drool, thick and cool, covered her tongue. It was something she couldn't describe, a cold sensation more than a flavor, but it coated the inside of her mouth and she found herself swallowing it down as his tongue probed the back of her throat, earning another gag from Abby and making her arms and shoulders jerk.

But Revenant still had a firm hold on her and had no intention of letting his trainer go anywhere as his friends enjoyed her warm, welcoming soul. More moved in, just as eager and yet seemingly no more interested in using those heavy, alluring erections. A fat, wet tongue slowly dragged up the outside of her thigh, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. It was cool against her skin, tingling softly in a way that made the rest of her body feel strange. It felt like mint tasted, a strange evaporating feeling that made her squirm all the more as this second Gastly let his tongue slowly move along her skin like a slug.

Another was at her breasts, its broad tongue cupping one heavy globe. Like someone testing the weight and firmness of a fruit at the market, the Gastly slowly lifted her breast, wobbling it back and forth across its tongue as it looked thoughtful. With a dexterous flick, he bounced her tit on the broad shelf of his tongue, the soft clap of spirit flesh on ghost seeming to excite the watching crowd. Over and over he flicked her breast up and caught it again, the little impacts sending ripples through the softness and making Abby squirm. Something about it must have been like a siren call, as another Gastly was soon nuzzling up next to the first, joining in only after pausing to slather drool all across her unattended breast.

And then there were more, pressing in from all sides. Fat tongues crawling across her body, along her arms and legs, over her stomach, and tracing the broad globes of her ass. Even nestling between her legs, pressing a broad tongue against her mound to taste her. They were everywhere humming and licking and leaving trails of tingling, dripping saliva. And Rev was at her shoulder for all of it, eyes shut in almost rapturous pleasure as he let his tongue wiggle across the side of her face like the lecherous pervert he was. Thick, stringy strands of drool ran down the side of her face, puddling in the crook of her collar bone before spilling down her bucking, squirming body.

Her whole body felt strangely cold, that mint sensation so strange it left her gasping, nerves on cold fire. Her head spun as every breathe filled her empty, spectral lungs with the ghosts' acrid, poisonous gas. It burned in her sinuses and made her feel hot. Ice and fire raged across her body and her struggles grew more intense, her body jerking as the conflicting sensations battered against her brain and mingled with the pleasure so much devoted attention brought.

"Gastly. Gaaaaaaaas."

Blinking, Abby forced her crossed and blurred eyes to focus, blinking blearily as the deep kiss was finally broken. The Gastly pulled his tongue free of her mouth in a wash of mingled spit that splattered all across the tops of her bouncing, well-attended breasts. Another Gastly was bobbing in front of her now, and its eyes stared into her own with an intensity that made her heart jerk and something in her head ache. But Revenant was moving his hand, no longer clutching her throat but holding her chin, forcing her to stare at the newly arrived Gastly even as its eyes began to glow with malevolent purple light.

"Gaaaaaaastly. Gaaaaaaaaastly. Gaaaaaaaaastly."

Its voice was slow and rhythmic, pulsing in time with the light that burned and faded in its eyes. Abby found herself staring, unable to break her gaze away. Even as a tongue flicked across her clit and sharp fangs nibbled teasingly at her nipple she couldn't do anything but stare and shiver in pleasure. She felt heavy, and she felt… good. Those lights were so good and pretty, and Rev had her safe in his hands, and she didn't even think of trying to resist those eyes.

"Gastly."

"I'm a Poke slut," Abby replied to a question she hadn't fully understood. You could pick up most of a Pokemon’s meaning once you'd known them for a while, but you could never perfectly understand them. But Abby understood what the ghost wanted, what its mocking voice meant.

"Gast Gast. Gaaaastly."

"My soul belongs to you," she said, the words making her shiver and smile. They were such good words, such nice words, and they felt good and nice to say. "It belongs to all of you. It's nothing more than a toy for ghost Pokemon, a cumdump for all your perverse desires."

"Gastly. Gaas."

"Use me as much as you want, I'm a gift to all of you from your friend. And I'll do anything to make you all feel wonderful."

Glowing eyes stared deep into her soul, pulsing with malevolent and hungry light. It felt so good to stare into them, it felt so good to repeat and to obey. It felt…. It...

The Pokemon that had gathered were not strong, too weak to be able to manage even the most basic of battles. They were wisps and phantoms, shadows of ghosts that would one day grow into full Pokemon. And the strength of the Gastly before her seemed to falter and fail, the glow dying from its eyes as it tried to give her another command. And just like that, the spell was broken, the lovely feeling of warmth and obedience ebbing away as Abby blinked in confusion.

"You know you didn't have to hypnotize me for that, right?" Abby asked after an award moment. Behind her, she could feel Revenant shaking in silent laughter, enjoying the look of shock on Gastly's face. "I mean, if you guys are friends of Rev and he's okay with you absolutely fucking me up, I'm not going say no."

The Gastly seemed confused as if it wasn't sure how to proceed in the face of its failed hypnosis. Thankfully, Rev was there to help, releasing his grip on Abby and laying a harsh swat across on thick globe of her ass, making it bounce and causing his trainer to stumble, her legs still weak and wobbly after the mental invasion. But Rev caught her, her Pokemon always caught her when she fell. A hand gently gripped the back of one knee, lifting it slowly into the air and forcing Abby to shift, leaning sideways as her leg was drawn upward. Another hand took her shoulder, steadying her as her leg was arched upward, forcing her to balance on the tips of her toes as she was presented to the hungry crowd. Her flailing hands found support, latching on to a pair of thick, cool cocks that throbbed against her touch, both Gastly more than happy to provide support in exchange for attention.

Balanced on one leg, the other lifted, opened her up to even further attention, and dozens of Gaatly crowded forward, their bodies mingling together into a twisting cloud of smoke and leering grins. Her cunt was red and puffy, smeared with thick saliva and her own arousal was dripping down her trembling leg. She was practically begging for it, soaked and needy as they jostled and mingled, silently jockeying for position. One seemed to get ideas above his station, swinging around to the back of Abby, ghostly cock trailing purple goo, and trying to line up between those beautifully bountiful cheeks. It earned him a rough smack from Rev, the Haunter glaring at the assembled crowd.

"Haunter. Haun Haun Haunter!"

Lining his own ghostly, disembodied cock up against her pucker, Revenants message was clear: This is mine, and mine alone. I own it, and none of you are allowed to take it.

Abby groaned out, head slumping forward as Rev drove himself into her in a single motion. His cock was cool and yielding, like soft and floppy silicon, her tight pucker squeezing it almost into an hourglass shape as he shoved inside. Both trainer and Pokemon groaned in contentment, enjoying the tightness and the slight stretch. He was leaking already, thick drips of purple gunk squeezed out by her clenching hole and slowly soaking her insides. 

And while Abby couldn't see it, that ghostly cum was having an effect on her. In the dark night, her soul seemed to almost glow with a silver-blue light, pure and clean like a reflection of the moon above. But where that gooey, purple muck touched her, the color seemed to dim. The glow fading as silver first became dirty and tarnished, and then slowly started to take on a purple lividity. The same bruise color of the Pokemon that surrounded her. A creeping cloud of discoloration and corruption inside of her that was slowly beginning to spread.. but all she could feel was a growing coldness, the mint sensation of chill filling her up and making her moan, working her hips in open invitation while Rev slowly began to saw his floppy cock back and forth, relishing his ownership of that tight, clinging hole.

But while he was jealously guarding his trainer's rump, the rest of her body was fair game to the swirling bank of ghostly Pokemon. One Gastly, braver than the rest, swooped forward, its long and gaseous cock trailing behind his body, seeming to become more and more solid as the head was brought to kiss Abby’s mound. 

"Gaaaaaaas," the Pokemon groaned happily as its cool cock rubbed against the trainer’s warm mound, gliding up and down her lips and leaving trails and trickles of thick, cloudy purple pre as he did. Already the Pokemon was leaking like a faucet, darkening her puffy and welcoming cunt as he ground himself back and forth, adding her own glistening arousal to the dark slickness of his eager length. 

"Stop teasing, " Abby whined as the Gastly grinned up at her, working the whole of his shaft up and down her lips, leaving her mound tingling and twitching as he bathed it in purple. "Just… just fuck me already!"

Rev gave her a rough thrust that made her knees wobble, a pat of approval as she begged for it like the good Pokeslut she was. Gastly seemed to agree with Revenant’s approval of her words because he stopped teasing her almost instantly, dragging his cock back and pressing it into her hot, welcoming cunt. Abby groaned, long and deep in her throat as Gastly pressed deeper, his cock smearing her walls with purple pre, grinding it into her folds as his girth stretched her open. It was twin sensations, the faint, satisfying burn of being stretched, and the cool tingling of that ghostly muck. It made her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll upward. It was only thanks to the helpful Gastly she was jerking off, and Rev's grip on her, that she kept from collapsing entirely.

With a final bump that left her winded and gasping, the Gastly found her absolute depths, gooily grinding against her cervix and coating the barrier with a thick wash of purple. Except he didn't seem content with the answer that he could go no deeper, grinding and pushing as hard as he could, rocking Abby back against Rev as the determined ghost sought entry. And when mere force wasn't enough, he began to thrust - long and hard thrusts that made her breasts bounce and felt like a punch to the gut. Battering ram swings that made Abby twitch and jerk, trying to twist free as he battered her tender cervix. For all that it was made of gas, his cock felt remarkably solid as it punished the whimpering trainer, never letting up as the slow thrusts turned into a steady drumbeat against her depths that she felt rather than heard. 

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. 

Her eyes fluttered, toes curling as Revenant tightened his grip, keeping her still as Gastly kept that steady, pounding pace. They were ghosts, they had no stamina to worry about and as long as he could contain himself, the ghost would be able to go for hours. But she could hear the Pokemon talking, and it seemed patience wasn’t in the cards. They didn’t want to wait for her stubborn cervix to crumble and give in, they wanted to taste the absolute depths of her - and they wanted it right now. Two more Gastly came forward from the crowd, grinning in a way that made her heart stop, freezing in her chest like it had been gripped by an icy fist. Mischief, malice, and lust were writ large on those faces as they moved in between her thick, soft thighs, bumping up against the Pokemon already buried in her well-abused cunt. Their cocks pressed against the non-existent space between her stretched labia and the ghostly dick that was already pounding her silly.

"H-hold on," Abby whined, shifting uncomfortably as the two ghosts tried to line themselves up. She could tell what they wanted, they were pushing and working their cocks at her already bulging lips, trying to peel them open enough to wedge their heads into that welcoming warmth and the only reason they hadn't succeeded yet was that Rev and the Gastly already fucking her were refusing to slow down, bouncing her around enough with their thrusts that the newcomers couldn't quite gain a foothold. "That's…. No. No, three is too many. You can't, I can't-"

With a roll of his eyes, Rev shut his trainer up the best way he knew how, silencing her protests with a press of his thick tongue, forcing it into her mouth in a single, practiced motion. He felt the vibration of her groans as his tongue ran roughshod over hers, filling her mouth and silencing her protests as her eyes drifted closed. He felt her stiff body relax under his grip, heard and felt the low hum as her lips tightened around his tongue, her own small little muscle pushing and sliding against his. Kisses were the easiest way to silence Abby, and he'd bent her around his finger with a simple kiss more than once.

Her feeble protests silenced, he stilled his thrusts, though his cock continued to leak deep purple gunk into his trainer, painting her insides with cool slipperiness. With Abby no longer being bounced around, the two Gastly were able to press forward, slowly prying her resisting pussy open and wedging their heads inside, pumping pre into the overstuffed hole, adding to the mess of arousal and lube that was already dripping down her thigh. And now that they'd had a taste of that tight, welcoming cunt, they weren't going to give up. Rev rolled his tongue back and forth in Abby’s mouth as the Gastly started to properly push, feeling her moan and whine against his tongue as the two ghosts ground forward, prying her poor pussy walls apart, making her feel so full she thought she might burst. Her stomach was tenting, bulging from the sheer girth of all the cocks that had been forced inside her soul. It was an aching fullness, made bearable only by the numb coolness their cum was spreading. And even then she could feel every inch of them, while there were no bumps or veins on the partially solid cocks, she could still feel them grinding against her walls in agonizingly pleasurable friction.

Soon, as Rev's tongue was teasing the back of her throat, the two Gastly joined their brother nestled up against Abby’s cervix, their cocks knocking against the stubborn barrier in a stuttering impact, one after the other. The Haunter felt his trainer whine, and he gave her a gentle squeeze with both hands in reassurance, but he didn't ease his grip. This was happening, and he knew she'd love it no matter how much she might protest. Slowly, all three began to thrust, working up a staccato rhythm beating against her cervix. It was the thunder of a battering ram at an ancient city gate, it was the drumbeat of war that promised victory for one side, and subjugation for another. Each thudding, breathy impact made Abby jerk and left a sticky smear of cold, purple pre on her cervix. Bit by bit that numbing, tingling chill began to wear away her body's resolve, the stubborn barrier beginning to give way as the ghosts picked up their speed, thrusting wildly into the whimpering, moaning slut. Slowly, they felt her starting to open, the stubborn ring of muscle being pried open as they pounded against it.

"Gaaaastly!" The cry of delight was loud and lustful as the first of the trio managed to force his head through, the tip of his cock crashing against the back of Abby’s womb hard enough to tent her stomach. She would have collapsed if Rev hadn't been holding her tight, the sudden crash of pain and pressure hitting her hard, making her knee buckle. 

But it wasn't enough for just one of them to smear graffiti across her womb walls, the other two were picking up their thrusts, slamming into Abby so hard her tits were bouncing up and nearly slapping her in the face, her whole body rocking despite Rev's tight grip on her. Each thrust hit her like a blow, leaving her breathless, a squeaking slut who couldn't even manage to groan or cry out as they drove thrust after punishing thrust into her. They wanted in, and they were doing to get in. One after another they squeezed through her aching, quivering cervix, stuffing the yawning ring to its breaking point as they popped themselves into her womb, inflating her precious core with cock just so they could pump cloudy purple into the heart of her very soul.

Shuddering, Abby forced her fluttering eyes open and let her head loll forward so she could stare at the bulging tent the trio had left in her stomach.

"What the hell?" She gasped, finally seeing what had been happening to herself. When Rev had first yanked her soul free of her body, it had been a silvery blue color, like the moon reflected in water. But now there were traces of faint color, almost foglike clouds of purple that dimmed and discolored her. As she stared, confused and uncertain, one of the Gaatly in her hand groaned, firing cum off like a cannon. A few stray splashes splattered across her side, and she watched as purple slowly oozed out into her soul, eating away at the brightness. Where she was purple, she could feel coolness and a not quite numbness, a strange tingling sensation that danced across her nerves. It felt like the taste of evergreen, and she stared at herself, torn between horror and arousal. 

It felt so strange, now that she realized what that spreading coldness was, but at the same time… she moaned as one of the Gastly dripped onto her, the fat dollop of pre slowly leeching its color out into her soul. And that's what they were doing, violating her very soul with their cum. Tainting her in a way she'd never even thought of or imagined. It was… it…

"Oh, fuck."

There was a chorus of moans as Abby felt herself clenching up, muscles tightening as a sudden orgasm washed over her. Hitting her like a truck as she jerked and whimpered, her vision white with stars. There was something so degrading, so violating about her soul being fucked, being tainted by this mass of ghosts, that she couldn't control herself in the least. It was ugly and shameful, but it made her toes curl as she splattered spectral, feminine honey all over her thigh and the trio of Gastly.

"M-more," she whispered, still reeling from the sudden force of her orgasm. The heat of her afterglow seemed to sizzle as it washed through the coolness of her corrupted body, like water tossed against glowing coals. 

"Haunter?"

"I want more," Abby repeated, heart pounding so hard it made her feel light-headed. "I want more of your cum. More of… of this."

There were grins and murmured discussion, ghostly voices tumbling across each other as the watching, swirling crowd tried to figure out how best to oblige the trainer. It seemed to be a matter of some debate, at least until a pair of Gastly swooped out of the crowd. They didn't go for her mouth, which eagerly flopped open in welcome, instead, they took up on either side of her head.

"What the hell are you-" she began, and then stiffened as both Gastly lined themselves up and pushed their leaky heads against her ears.

Her soul wasn't solid, there was no flesh to damage and no way to truly injure her. Her form was malleable and yielding, or else there was no way the three buried in her cunt would ever have fit. So as the two ghosts pushed, there was no pain, just a sensation of strange pressure. One of Abby’s eyes twisted shut, eyelid twitching as the other stared forward at nothing. Her mouth worked soundlessly as the pressure increased, both Gastly groaning and growling, though the sound was muted. There was a burst of discomfort, and then spirit shifted and gave, spectral biology rearranging and reacting in a way flesh never could. Abigail went stiff, a little grunt escaping her lips, eyes rolling up in her head as both Gastly surged forward together, their dicks meeting somewhere in the middle of the trainers head, grinding and rubbing against each other as they sputtered and spat thick wads of purple muck right into the place where the girl's brain should have been. Abby had always joked about having cock on the brain. But this….

"Guuuuh," she managed, her voice thick as drool leaked from the corner of her lips. It didn't hurt, not actually hurt, but it was strange and uncomfortable like her sinuses were plugged up. It made her eyes water and her thoughts felt slow and sluggish, and no matter what he tried to focus on her mind would loop right back to the thick, potent Poke cocks that were now drooling corruptive sludge right into her spectral brain.

Already purple was bubbling out, swirling mists of color that slowly filled her head, darkening her soul until parts of it were the same color as the ghosts that surrounded her. She could feel something was wrong behind her eyes, feel that coldness seeping into her thoughts like an ice burn, but all she could do was moan and move her hands faster as the sensation danced across nonexistent nerves. Her arms were purple to the elbow, corruption creeping and growing as the Gastly she was jerking off groaned and launched thick, clumpy ropes of poison purple goo all over her hands and forearms. Thick streamers that slowly dripped in gooey loops and swayed with each motion of her pistoning hands. And even as they came, emptying themselves all over her soul, they were being shoved aside by more of the weaker spirits eager to feel the touch of a human.

Slowly the two Gaatly humping her head began to move, floating backward and then driving forward. Long and slow thrusts that jerked Abby’s head from side to side, bouncing her back and forth between the two ghosts as they worked out a rhythm. Inside, their cocks pressed against each other, grinding and teasing and coating each other in purple goo even as they worked up their speed until it was soon dripping from Abby’s ears and her mouth hung open, tongue flopping with each thrust.

"D… dick," was all she could manage, her voice thick and slurred as the two stirred up her mind into lust-coated mush. 

And the crowd was happy to provide. First one, then a second Gastly coming forward to take advantage of her open mouth. Two fat cocks pressed tightly together, the strangely solid gas that made them seemed to twist and mingle together as both ghosts fought over the mind-fucked trainer's open mouth. Grinding and sliding against each other the two heavy poles twitched as their heads prodded at Abby’s lips, leaving smears of purple, like lipstick, as she groaned and kissed at the two competing shafts. If she’d been able to think straight for a second, she might have been able to mediate between the two, start alternating back and forth between the impatient Pokemon. But with her brain being crushed by dick, the only thing she could think of was opening wide and inviting them both inside. 

Neither ghost could turn down such a polite invitation, and they pushed forward together. Abby’s lips stretched, burning at the corners as they were forced apart, and she felt her jaw pop as the Gastly pressed forward. But the tingling coldness left by their pre rolled out before them like a red carpet, leading the way and letting them force their cocks deeper. They rammed together against the back of her throat, tickling her tonsils as she gagged, reflexively trying to draw back to grab a quick breath like she would in the flesh. But her head was locked into place, nailed there by the two fat cocks that continued to violate her mind.

So while her throat spasmed, it did nothing more than work the heads of their dicks, twitching muscles lavishing attention onto the tender, leaking tips. Both Gastly groaned happily and shoved again, rocking forward as their fellows held the slut still, giving them leverage to cram themselves down her throat despite all protests. Two thick bulges stood out, stark on her slim and delicate neck, showing their progress as they burrowed their fat cocks downward, enjoying Abby’s gags and chokes. Spit bubbled up from her stretched lips, tinged with purple as it rolled downward in a gooey wash. Soon thick ropes dangled and swayed beneath her chin as the two picked up speed, hammering cheerful away at her throat as spit and throat slop splattered down onto her bouncing tits, joining the mess that was leaking from her ears.

By this point the young trainer's soul was more purple than silver-blue, the original color eclipsed like a sky by clouds. Roiling storm systems of livid purple slowly spreading through her, pouring outward from where strands and ropes of poison purple cum tingled on her skin. There were only a few points of stubborn blue left, and even they were beginning to dim, winking out like stars hidden by an approaching storm.
 
And the storm was arriving in full force now, thundering in as the Gastly she was jerking off began to cum, ropes as thick as her finger launching up to slap messily against her arms, decorating her biceps and forearms in dangling loops and sticky clumps of purple. Some of it even managed to reach her shoulders, where it mixed with the copious tide already drooling out of her ears, a tide which became a flood as both Pokemon fucking her ears seemed to find satisfaction, their cocks pressed together behind her eyes, jerking and covering each other even as they flooded her head with corrupt, sticky purple. Deep in her core, the trio of Gastly that were abusing her womb groaned out their names as they joined the unstoppable deluge, adding their virile, clinging muck. Her womb was filled in an instant, her belly bloating as the trio of cocks acted as an impromptu cork, taut tummy swelling and drooping as they filled her like a balloon, power washing her womb with ghostly swimmers.

Groaning behind her, the feeling of his fellows filling his trainer was too much for Revenant, the Haunters slowly thrusting cock jerking and twitching deep in Abby’s guts, pumping an even darker purple gunk deep into the young woman, washing her insides with concentrated, potent corruption. It took hold inside of her, further darkness swirling through the clouds of purple, thunderclouds of ghostly taint that moved ominously through her soul. Abby’s eyes rolled up in her head as the last two Pokemon in her throat added their load to the mess, dumping non-existent balls into the whimpering, twitching trainer's throat. It bubbled from her lips and nose, thick cumbubbles of purple goo that rose and fell as she struggled for breath she didn't really need.

One by one the ghosts began to pull out, leaving her various holes gaping and leaking as Rev lowered her to the ground, the cloud of less substantial ghosts crowding in, the vague shapes of their cocks twitching and sputtering. They didn't cum near as much as the ghosts who had been solid enough to use Abby, but they still added their potent muck to the mess the ghosts had made of the woman. Strands and strings and ropes arched out from the crowd, splattering wet and heavy across her skin. Painting her thighs with vibrant spiderwebs, burying her wide and staring eyes beneath growing pools of purple. Filling her open mouth and draping her breasts in sheets of color. There wasn't a hint of blue left on Abby now, her whole body the same ghostly, vibrant purple as the ghosts that surrounded her.

The rain continued for what felt like minutes, falling hot and heavy rain on the gurgling woman. Her hands were buried between her thighs, and Rev knew his trainer was coming for what had to be the fifth or sixth time that night. Twisting and groaning through a mouth plugged with cum as the crowd did its best to bury her in sticky, clumping gunk. By the time she was done, she looked more like a Muk than a human, drenched and draped in purple, her soul corrupted and violated in every way that the crowd had been able to imagine. 

Moving forward, Rev grabbed his trainer by the shoulder and began dragging her soul backward across the grass, leaving a sticky trail of purple ectoplasm behind as she went. And with a rough motion, he hefted her up and tossed her back at her body. She crashed into herself like a swimmer diving into a lake, disorientation making her head ache and spin.

Abby blinked as she levered herself upright, scooting backward to plant her back against a tree as she tried to clear her vision and fought for her bearings. Everything felt strange, from the wind that stirred her hair, to the feel of the bark against her back. Even her clothes felt weird, hanging heavy and strange on her body, making her aware of how they touched her everywhere at once. It was all a strange feeling and one that wasn’t entirely pleasant. She hoped it was only temporary because her bra was a new, fresh kind of hell she wasn’t sure she could live with. 

“Well, that was fun,” she said to the empty forest. The sun was beginning to rise, dull light slowly seeping through the trees, surely chasing away any of the ghosts she’d shared the night with. They were all too weak to appear even at night, by day they’d be less substantial than morning fog. "Thank you, all of you. Hopefully, I can see you again some night."

And, for a moment, the clearing seemed to fill with a purple light that, Abby realized, was coming from her - from her eyes. For a moment they glowed the same livid purple the host of Gastly had left her soul, and she could see all the Pokemon grinning at her, calling their farewell before racing away from the approaching sun. 

And then they were gone, as suddenly as they'd appeared, and Abby was scrubbing at her aching, itchy eyes, grumbling to herself as she reached out blindly for her bag. Maybe she had eye drops? She hoped that her eyes glowing wasn't going to be a permanent thing, it would be too embarrassing to explain.

"Other trainers don't have to deal with this kind of bullshit," Abby muttered to herself, trying to ignore the sound of Revenant's quiet laughter. 