Chapter 1 - Abandoned, But Not Empty

Author's Note:

This story was suggested by Dani5814 as a way to round out Abby's adventures in the Alola Region, a final romp with one of the more iconic Pokemon in the region. And I'm happy to grab any excuse to write Abby fucking more Ghost Pokemon~

If you want to read the rest of Abby's adventures, check out my finished Nuzlocke run!

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It was one of the stranger locations for a trial, Abby had to admit. The Thrifty Megamart was a rundown building, darker than most caves she'd been in. The light on her Pokedex was the only thing she had to see by, the rest of the building sunk into dark shadows and vague, skeletal shapes. Abandoned shelves loomed around her, and empty food containers crunched beneath her shoes as she slowly worked her way into the empty building.

It was so silent it was almost painful, a stillness that made her feel miles and miles away from the cool night air that was just through the door behind her. It was the silence of a deep cave, but without the constant noise of Pokemon. This was silence like nothing she'd known before, and her breath rasped in her ears as she picked her way forward, the harsh light of her Rotomdex swinging this way and that.

"Brrrrrr, thizzzz is one trial I'm not a fan of." The little Pokemon device quavered, eyes swinging this way and that as it floated just above Abby’s shoulder. The bluenette was dressed in her trainer clothes, a plain white blouse, and dark shorts that showed off a fair amount of dusky cleavage and soft thigh - enough that Rotom's eyes (and the light they cast) kept flicking down to stare at its trainer.

"It's so quiet," Abby agreed, just to be saying something. The darkness swallowed up her voice, made it sound flat and dead. But it was still better than the sound of her breathing and the crushing, empty silence.

"We should tell Acerola the Totem izzzzzn't here," Rotom insisted, fidgeting and sending its beam of light skittering wildly across floor and shelf. "Maybe she'd come in and help us look."

"She'd just say we failed the trial," Abby said, moving forward, hand clutching a Pokeball inside her bag. She wasn't about to freak out and send out her team just because it was a little dark, but... she wanted them at hand. "Now shush and let me focus."

With an electronic grumble, Rotom quieted down, keeping close to Abby’s shoulder as she picked her way through the trash-strewn front of the store. Carts were tangled and overturned, blocking most of the checkout lanes, and forcing her to go down the line of them. There was a clear space at the last one in the row, where she could squeeze past a knocked-over shelf that had once held candy and toys and other last-minute crap. She was struggling to slip through when the conveyer belt behind her gave a groan of old, twisted machinery and started moving. The rubber flopped and flapped as gears whined and ground against each other, filling the air with rusty squealing. The sound broke the silence like a knife, and Abby jumped, her heart slamming in her chest. She spun and saw nothing, even as Rotom's light skittered wildly across the belt as it picked up speed, blurring past far faster than it was ever meant to go.

"Picture!" Abby gasped, trying to scramble back from the belt. "Picture. Picture. Picture!"

Rotom surged forward even as Abby scrambled backward, sneakers squeaking on the dusty, trash-strewn linoleum. Her back slammed against the rusty shelf as Rotom clicked, a brilliant flash illuminating the space and leaving Abby seeing bright blue after images.

"Did... did you get it?" Abby asked nervously as silence reigned once more, the conveyor belt still and the machinery silent. 

"Nothing," Rotom replied, voice wavering. Swooping down he spun to show Abby his screen, an image of the empty mart showing no trace of the ghost Pokemon she'd desperately been hoping was behind the prank.

"Oh," she said faintly, glancing nervously at the empty belt. Photos scared ghost Pokemon, they ran off at the first flash of a camera almost without fail. But normally you still saw them in the shot...

"M-maybe we were just seeing things? A trick of the light?"

"Sure," Rotom agreed. "Absolutely didn't see the belt just zzzzzzzzzipping along."

"Right."

There was silence and Abby swallowed hard, her heart still pounding in her throat, her stomach twisted up and nauseous. She was going to say more, and that's when she felt something cold and wet.

She screamed again, hands flying down and finding only empty air as something wiggled between her legs and pushed hard against her mound. It was wet and slimy and squirming as she flailed and tried to dance away. There was nothing down there, nothing she could see or touch, but she felt the squirming push of something, felt it tease her lips apart and press up, trying to force itself into her canal.

"Rotom! P-picture, I need... picture!"

Abby's voice came in a whining, pleading gasp and her Rotomdex danced in the air with distress, wildly swinging this way and that. 

"Where?" It buzzed, eyes rolling around the quiet store. "I don't see anything!"

"Thighs!" Abby almost screamed. "Thighs, my thighs!"

"What izzzzz it doing-?"

"What do you think?"

"Oh!" Swinging around her, Rotom filled the supermarket with light once more. The brilliant flash reflecting off the broken glass windows and the dull, dusty metal. There was a howl as a Gastly appeared, face pushed between Abby's thick, jiggly cheeks, tongue pressing hard against her perpetually leaky cunt, smearing her thick lips with purplish spit. The light of the flash made its eyes squeeze shut, and it vanished with a sound of pain and disappointment, chased away by the camera. 

Abby slumped against the shelf for a moment, panting for breath, her knees wobbling as her face flushed red. The inside of her panties felt damp and sticky, no doubt stained with ghostly saliva and soaked through by her own reactive libido. She could feel the familiar, cool tingling of a ghost against her lips, little shocks of sensation that seemed to urge her hips to move, to roll and hump against empty air. Shaking her head, the trainer pushed herself off the shelf and took a long, slow, and shaky breath before giving Rotom a thumbs up.

"Ok... okay, let's go."

"Outside?" The Dex buzzed hopefully, only for its face to fall as Abby shook her head and start moving, crawling over the conveyer belt and starting deeper into the store, her footsteps echoing, sad and flat and lonely, off the rows of silent, empty shelves.

"Nope."

"Ah, nutzzzzz."

Reluctantly, the little Pokedex floated after its trainer, bright eyes sweeping a cone of light across the floor in front of Abby, guiding her way as the two moved deeper into the cavernous building. The dark and silence were all around them now, the light from the front windows somehow seeming far away and doing little to cut the gloom. Every step had to be taken carefully, as the aisle was choked with abandoned baskets, broken carts, and old, empty food containers. A wrong step could turn an ankle and Abby rather disliked the idea of not being able to run for it.

So intent was she on her footing that she didn't even realize that the silence was no longer so consuming. That a new noise had joined her rasping breathing and the scuff of her shoes, a high-pitched squeaking, like old metal rubbing against old metal. It built, getting louder and louder until it managed to pierce her awareness and she looked up. At the end of the aisle was a shopping cart, the metal wire rusted and flaking. The cheap wheels blurred as it moved in a tight circle like it was being pushed by a hyperactive child doing orbits around an exhausted parent.

But there was no child, no parent. Just a cart squeaking in circles with no one touching it. 

"Get a picture," Abby whispered, her voice dry. It was just another ghost Pokemon, she told herself. They loved playing tricks on people, and this was the perfect place for them. Probably another Gastly, nothing to worry about...

There was a click, a flash, and the cart squeaked into a shelf, wire rattling against the empty display, and then it went still.

"Do you want the good newzzzzz, or...?"

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Abby swallowed. It was just another Gastly, she told herself, starting to creep forward. Just another trickster scared off before the flash could go off. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to be afraid of-

"Aaahhhhh!"

Abby cried out, face twisting in pain. Rotom's voice joined her in an electric scream, startled by the sudden noise. With a grunt, Abby sank to the floor, face red as she continued to grunt. Her shirt was moving, being pressed against her body as her breasts dimpled. The Gastly had taken her off guard, but she knew what this was, it was a familiar sensation and a familiar pair of hands.

There was a Haunter, invisible behind her. Its three fingers hands were mauling her breasts, squishing and kneading the tender flesh through the thin fabric of her shirt. Glancing down, Abby could see the imprint of its fingers as it squeezed, painfully hard. Flesh puffing out from between its thick, clawed digits.

"R-rotom..." Abby groaned, pain making her voice thick even as she felt herself leaking freely, her little cunny loving the attention as the Haunter worked her tits like they were bread dough.

Her Rotomdex swept in with a flash, snapping a trio of pictures until it found the offending Pokemon, catching it full-frame and making it howl in disappointment. There was a brutal, final squeeze as its hands spasmed, and then it vanished completely, gone and leaving trainer and Dex alone once more. 

Or... almost alone.

Shadows, harsh pools of black cast by the stark brightness of Rotom's light slid across the floor, moving in a way that didn't make sense. They edged toward Abby from the back as she slowly got to her feet, thanking Rotom for his help. The trainer had dropped her bag when she'd fallen, without even noticing, and the shadow rolled over the bag like a wave, swallowing it up in a moment. The shadow felt the Pokeballs inside and felt a grin smear across its face as it came up with a plan on the spot. Moving closer, the bag was lifted, opened, and swung. Abby saw a flash of white and scrambled to her feet, eyes wide. Rotom had been snatched out of the air and was currently trying thrashing inside a floating, white shoulder bag. The trainer's hand flew down to her own bag and found... nothing. No familiar clink of Pokeballs, no comfort of rough fabric under her questing fingers. It had her team, it had her Dex, and she had... nothing. 

A dark patch of shadow surged forward, eyes burning to life inside a puddle of inky purple. A mouth opened, showing teeth and a huge lolling tongue beneath Abby’s feet. She screamed as she felt herself fall, dropping into that mouth as panic blossomed in her chest, her heart hammering as she tried to grab at something. But the Gengar laughed beneath her, her desperate hands sinking into the shadowy puddle of its body, offering no leverage as it held her tight in its mouth, its huge tongue squirming along her dark, bare thighs. Licking and slurping at her as she kicked and struggled and it laughed happily. She couldn't reach her bag, it held it up and out of her reach, and there was nothing she could grab to pull herself free. Abby was entirely at the malicious Pokemon’s mercy, and its tongue roamed freely, squirming between her legs and pressing hard at her puffy cunt through her shorts. 

“S-stop,” Abby groaned, trying to wade forward but her feet found no purchase. “Let me go!”

The ghost laughed again, tongue squirming up through the leg of her shorts, pressed hard against a thigh as it found her panty-clad mound, flicking and lapping at the damp silk as Abby cried out again, the touch of it so cold and sticky it made her flinch. 

“Pika!”

For a moment the store was brightly lit by harsh blue-white light, the shelves were thrown into sharp clarity, long shadows stretching away as a bolt of lightning snapped through the air. It struck the puddled Gengar that held Abby with a noise like a buzzsaw, a harsh ripping sound that made the trainer’s ears ring even as the Gengar whooped with pain, its eyes crossing as electricity raced across its liquid shadow body. Held in its grip, Abby gasped as faint static brushed across her body, tingling and snapping against her skin. But Gengar had obviously taken the worst of it, and the Pokemon coughed her up, sinking into the floor in a swirl of purple gas, leaving Abby panting on the floor, her legs slick and smeared with purple-tinted drool. But then the thing was reforming, its full and true body stepping out of a patch of shadows, eyes narrowed in anger, little hands clenched in fury - and her bag still held in one hand.

“Pika! Pi-Pikachu!”

Abby glanced over to see a Pikachu waving its arm at her, motioning for her to follow, and it didn’t take much to make up her mind. Shoes slipping and squeaking on the dusty linoleum, she scrambled to her feet and ran down the aisle as the Gengar shouted behind her. The Pikachu leaped up into Abby’s arms as she ran past it, huddling against her chest as it pointed toward a door at the back of the abandoned store, a faded ‘Employee’s Only’ sign the only feature on the peeling-paint door. She hit it at a run, her shoulder slamming it open as she charged through into an employee break room. A wild glance took in old furniture covered in dust, a table with discarded plates, another door that led who knew where off to her right, and a row of lockers against the back wall.

“Pi! Pika pi!”

The little Pokemon in her arms pointed frantically at the lockers, and Abby nodded grimly, her heart pounding so hard in her chest the little Pokemon must have been able to feel it as she hugged her rescuer tight. She ran to the lockers and squeezed into one, her broad hips scraping the side as she wiggled into the tight space and yanked the door shut behind her, locking her and the little electric type in the tight space, barely big enough to hold her standing perfectly still and upright. 

She held still as the door they’d come in swung open a moment later, Gengar gliding into the room with a hiss of frustration as it found the break room empty. Huge, lantern eyes swung this way and that as it took in the seemingly empty room, and then it headed for the other door, obviously thinking Abby had kept running. The trainer held her breath as it passed within a foot of the locker, and then it was gone, the sound of it fading away as the door swung shut behind it. She waited for a minute or two to make sure it was gone before she slumped against the side of the locker and let out a shaky breath.

“Thanks for the rescue,” Abby whispered, looking down at her gallant hero with a smile. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come along.” 

But as she looked down at it, a slow realization slowly crept over her, a prickle of fear that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It wasn't a Pikachu. The face looked weird and wrong up close, the eyes uneven and of different sizes. One ear flopped in a way that reminded her of a stuffed animal that wasn't properly filled with fluff. 

"Y-you're not a Pikachu," she said slowly, horror and fear slowly rising in her chest as she stared at the thing, her sense of wrongness growing. It was cold against her chest, why hadn't she noticed how cold it was? Its tail pushed against her breast, and it was too solid, too unyielding to be a real tail. Glancing down, the trainer swallowed hard as she realized it was wood, a gnarled and badly painted branch that barely looked like a tail at all.

Why hadn't she noticed?

"Pika," the thing in her arms repeated insistently. And its voice sounded sad and scared. For a moment she fought the urge to throw it to the floor, to kick out at it with a shoe and drive it away from her. It was cold and rough in her arms, not soft fur but rough burlap cloth. It was a badly made doll, a parody of a Pokemon, and it stared up at her with lopsided eyes that looked in different directions.

"Piiiiiiika," it whispered, in a voice that sounded thick with tears. 

She almost screamed, bile rising in her throat as terror flooded through her. She couldn't understand, couldn't make sense of the thing through the terror that was crushing her brain, strangling her thoughts down to nothing more than a primal reaction. Abby wanted to get away, wanted to run, wanted to scream. Her pupils were pinpricks as she stared at the thing that wasn't a Pikachu.

And then she heard the door to the room open again and heard the sinuous, liquid noise of the Gengar sliding in. Baleful light seeped into the locker as eyes like lamps swung this way and that, searching for her as Abby shook. Through the slots in the locker, she could see the thing was still holding her bag, swinging it casually back and forth as Rotom struggled and thrashed inside. Tears ran down her cheeks, anger, and fear, and worry making her tremble and nearly cry out. Her friends were gone, and she was trapped alone with this... this *thing*, and the Gengar was still out there, still hunting!

And then arms were holding her, a comforting hug wrapping around her shoulders and holding her tight. She gave a little hiccup of surprise and shock, and burning eyes swung toward her, forcing the trainer to stuff a knuckle into her mouth.

The hug didn't dissipate though, the hands were cool and small but they held her tight, stroking her hair and rubbing her back as the little thing in her arms made impossibly soft little noises. Glancing down, she saw eyes looking back, not the mismatched cloth eyes but softly glowing ones that peered through a small rent in the burlap cloth. They looked up at her with gentle reassurance, soft and kind and scared as dark arms of insubstantial shadow spilled from the cloth (the costume?) and hugged her gently.

It was trying to comfort her, she realized. It was just as scared as she was, but it was trying to comfort her. Her own arms tightened, holding the little bundle of cloth to her chest, her breasts squishing against the stuffed head. The two held each other in nervous silence as the Gengar stalked back and forth, muttering to itself in angry, unintelligible babble.

“Mim,” the little Pokemon whispered, its voice a trembling, pleading note, and Abby couldn’t help herself. She held the little thing tighter, squeezing it to her chest and wrapping it in her arms. 

“‘S fine,” she breathed, her voice not even a whisper. “You’re fine.”

The tension she felt from the little bundle of cloth seemed to melt, and it held her tighter, long arms wrapping around her shoulders and her back, holding her as the little Pokemon squirmed into the valley between her breasts. The heavy mounds jiggled and squished as the Pokemon made itself comfortable, whatever passed for a face buried gleefully in the softness. It seemed innocent enough, but a long journey had taught her just how Pokemon tended to think - she’d yet to meet one that could resist a human. The long shadowy hands seemed to be drifting, no longer hugging her around the waist or the shoulders, and there were more spilling from the bottom of the costume.

They wrapped tight around her thighs, squeezing them together, locking the young trainer in place as more and more bands of shadowy, substantial darkness twined around. Soon her legs were forced completely immobile, arms locked in position holding the little bundle of cloth and shadow between her soft breasts. And it didn’t stop there. Was Gengar still in the room? Still, searching for them? Abby didn’t know, maybe he was and that was why her rescuer had sunk shadow-soft hands under her clothes, to try and calm her down and distract her from being hunted. It certainly was hard to focus on something as trivial as being hunted by a malevolent ghost when shadowy hands sunk into her flesh, groping her breasts as the little Pokemon nuzzled and squirmed against them, making soft and happy little noises as Abby’s breath hitched and rasped in her throat. 

“This is dumb,” she murmured, her voice quiet and shaky. “You’re going to get us caught.”

“Miiim,” it said, tightening its arms, the paper-thin shadows digging into her skin, locking her in place as firmly as any rope. Abby was soon wrapped up like a mummy, more arms slowly coiling around her, wrapping her in dark shadows until she was completely encased. 

Hands were everywhere, they grabbed at her thick, soft thighs. They bounced and kneaded the jiggling globes of her ass, clapping the cheeks together playfully. And they assaulted her breasts, a dozen hands groping her so hard it took her breath away, pinching and squeezing, tugging and twisting at her nipples, as the poor trainer fought to stay quiet, swaying and slumping against the wall of the locker, staying upright only because the space was too tight to let her fall down. Pleasure and pain made her head spin and fog as the little Pokemon ‘distracted’ her.

And it was working. She wasn’t scared anymore. 

Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before cold hands found her cleft, and Abby let out a strangled gasp as shadows sunk through cloth and pressed against her. Cool darkness met flushed, warm skin and there was nearly a gout of steam as the young woman’s hips jerked, rolling and humping against the hand that had already begun to rub up and down her lips, stroking her soft mound. She would have rubbed herself harder against the touch, but the Pokemon was tightening its arms again, a full-body hug that left her completely immobilized and at its mercy. 

“W-we can’t,” Abby breathed, trying to keep her voice quiet as her pink little pussy was spread open, two shadowy fingers pulling her lips apart as arousal freely drooled.

“Mim.”

“B-but if it finds us…”

“Mimik, miiiim.”

She tried to protest, but the little Pokemon was insistent in ‘soothing’ her. Cool fingers sunk into her boiling hot snatch, stroking along her walls as Abby gasped softly and began to tremble as the coolness made her skin goosebump, easing the anxious warmth inside of her. It was using two fingers on her, and they were nicely thick, gently stretching her as they pressed deeper, curling and stroking along her walls, finding the little spots that made her hips buck and her breath hitch. 

It was slower and gentler than she was used to, languid motions that slowly worked her towards orgasm, rather than roughly shoved her toward the precipice. The fingers were skilled, and they could reach deep inside of her, finding the bundles of nerves that made her want to scream out in pleasure, white fireworks dancing in front of her eyes as she squirmed and bucked. But the other hands held her tight, kept her from banging against the cheap metal walls of the locker and giving them away. A dozen hugs held her like bondage ropes, keeping her from moving even an inch as the fingers pumped her sticky, needy pussy.

“Mim,” it purred quietly, gently. Whispered approval of her pleasure as she panted and whimpered in its grasp. Another hand was in front of her face and, staring at it with pleasure-blurred eyes, Abby opened her mouth and let it slip another two fingers into her mouth. They tasted cool, like menthol or mint on her tongue as they slowly pumped her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she gently sucked them, knuckles bumping against her plush lips with each smooth thrust. 

His fingers below hadn’t stilled or stopped. They were unnaturally long, stretching deeper and deeper like shadows cast by the setting sun. They found the rim of her cervix and gently worked around it, tracing the rim of the stubborn opening as Abby whimpered and groaned, the sound muffled by the fingers in her mouth. She expected at any moment to feel the brutal thrust that would spear the barrier open or the shove that would make her gag. But Mimikyu never forced her, never pressed her hard. Just gently worked her body until she was a squirming, whimpering mess who was right on the very edge, the high-pitched noises of her pleasure growing as she hugged her new friend tight.

And that’s when the locker door was ripped open, and Abby found herself face to face with a leering, grinning Gengar. Huge teeth flashed in its dark face, gleeful malevolence filling its inhuman features as it laughed happily.

“Mim!” the little Mimikyu squeaked, and then there was light. Brilliant orange-yellow light that was warm and comforting filled the room like a flickering campfire. Gengar stumbled back, no longer laughing as the little Pokemon Abby still held had its aura flare to life. She’d been holding the Totem Pokemon this whole time without even realizing it. 

The energy that danced around the little Pokemon felt like the heat of a roaring bonfire against Abby’s skin, a warm glow that soothed her, filled her with a gentle warmth that chased away the chill that had seized her since she set foot in the abandoned mart. And it seared against her pussy, the little hand that had been working her cunt was suddenly molten warm inside of her, a burning and insistent heat that made her gasp. It didn’t hurt, but the sensation of it built and built until it was nearly too much to stand, raw warmth and energy filling her up until she thought she was going to burst. 

The cool and the warmth in rapid succession made her cry out, her body flexing and clenching as she splattered Mimikyu’s hand - and Gengar’s face - with warm, sticky femcum, juicing herself as the Totem Pokemon unfolded more arms from beneath its costume, growling protectively as Gengar grimaced in fear. But Abby wouldn’t see the battle, not as the heat inside her kept building and the fingers kept pumping, pounding her already spasming cunt into first one orgasm, and then another, a firecracker chain of pleasure that left her vision filled with stars even as she screamed in overwhelmed ecstasy. 

And Trainer Abby whited out. 

Blinking, Abby groaned as she slowly came too. She was slumped against the outside wall of the abandoned Thrifty Mart, and her head pounded painfully. Her skin felt cold and sticky, and looking down she could see smears of purple and black all over her dusky skin. Her clothes were stained with the stuff, and her mouth felt gummy as she smacked her lips, trying to work moisture into her dry mouth. Memory finally came back, and she jerked upright with a start, glancing around wildly, but there was no sign of the Gengar or the little Pokemon who’d helped her. Abby was alone out under the night sky.

Not completely alone, though, because a white bag lay across her legs, a familiar weight that made her gasp in relief as she saw it. Her shoulder bag had been returned, trainer card sitting atop it and already stamped to show she’d completed the trial. But more importantly, inside she found Rotomdex, snoozing peacefully atop all of her Pokemon, every one of them safe and unharmed. 

With a gusting sigh, Abby slumped back against the rough concrete wall of the building and just breathed for several minutes, trying to let her nerves and emotions settle. 

“Somehow,” she said to the cold, empty night after a while. “That still wasn’t the worst trial I’ve had. Thanks.” And patting the abandoned building, she slowly got to her feet and started back toward town. A shower and a relaxing night’s sleep sounded like just the thing. 

Though, she’d probably keep the lights on in her room until morning. Just in case.