Chapter 7 - Fainted: Haunter

Author's Notes:
This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted to give Rev some extra attention to make up for the last chapter. 

Current Party:
Continent the Mudbray. Hawk the Dartrix. Bahamut the Bagon. Leviathan the Gyarados. Zip the Magnemite.

Revenant the Haunter - knocked out by Totem Marrowak in Wela Volcano Park.

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“Number twenty-four!” The voice cut through the babble of conversation with the ease of long practice, the Nurse glancing around and giving a nod to a trainer. The young boy scrambled to his feet, scooping a burned and rather glum-looking Grubbin off the seat beside him and hurrying up toward the counter.

It was late in the afternoon, and the Pokemon Center was busy, with trainers floating into town after a long day of training, or just having put in the extra effort to reach civilization before nightfall. A few dozen trainers were scattered around the busy lobby, resting their legs, stretched out over several seats, or just quietly playing with their Pokemon as they waited for their turn. Nurse Joy was working as quickly as she could, but things just took time, and waiting was inevitable during a rush.

Not that Abby minded, she was at a table in front of the café, sipping a coffee and enjoying the sun coming through the Center’s big, front windows. The air conditioning felt nice after a long day outside, and the coffee was just what she’d been craving. It was dark and sweet and brushed some of the tiredness from her limbs.

But it wasn’t just the coffee that was making her wait tolerable, or even the gentle warmth of the sun on her face. Her shirt shifted imperceptibly, the fabric fluttering as something unseen crept beneath. A hand, slowly sliding up over her stomach, sharp fingers gently trailing over her dark skin. It was a barely noticeable movement, slow and deliberate, and Abby kept her face blank as she felt it creep across her firm abdomen, rising higher and higher. It found her sports bra and slipped beneath, making her shiver, coffee cup trembling in her hand for a moment before she caught control of herself back. She could feel the sharp fingers drag across her breasts, a feather-light motion that still managed to sting slightly, etching a trail of cold across her flesh. Gently, the fingers traced around her nipple, lazy circles to highlight the aching little nub, leaving it hard and eager and utterly untouched.

Trying to keep her face composed, Abby lifted her coffee cup to her lips, taking a long, slow sip. Suddenly, the hand clamped down hard, greedily grabbing a fistful of soft, warm flesh without a hint of warning. Abby’s chair squeaked against the floor as she jerked in surprise, barely biting back a squeal. Coffee sloshed up out of her cup, splattering on the table and stinging her fingers. A few trainers turned to look at her, and she smiled weakly at them.

“S-spilled on myself.” She said, giving a breathy little laugh, her face, red with embarrassment. Picking up her napkin, she tried to sop up the spill as they turned away, her heart hammering in her chest so hard and fast that it almost hurt.

“Behave!” she breathed her voice barely a whisper.

“Haun, Haunter~” came the laughing reply. A gust of cold air against her ear as Revenant teased her, obviously amused. He’d quite enjoyed his evolution, his new hands an excellent toy with which to torment his trainer. He was invisible here, the sunlight spilling in through the windows rendering him as nothing more than a faint shadow. Unless someone was looking for him, he’d be nearly impossible to spot.

The only one at risk of giving their little game away was Abby herself.

“Number twenty-five!”

A defeated looking woman got up, leading a crying young boy up to the counter. He was clutching a Caterpie tightly to his chest, the small Pokemon looking utterly unhurt but for the tiniest of scratches on its side.

“I mean it,” Abby hissed as Rev’s other hand started to stroke the inside of her thigh, drawing lazy patterns on her skin. His touch so cold her left trails of goosebumps in his wake. “You can not get us kicked out of another Pokemon Center.”

“Haunter.”

“I mean it! The rest of the team deserves a chance to heal up, Rev, and yoooooooooooooooo-oh~”

Abby’s whispered rebuke trailed off as, with a roll of his eyes, Revenant silenced the fiery young woman. His hand sliding up her thigh and sinking a pair of fingers into her soft cunt. The sudden shock of cold against her warm, damp folds was enough to make the woman’s eyes cross for a second, her mouth working soundlessly as Reve pressed his advantage. Sinking his fingers to the knuckle as Abby clenched around him.

His other hand gently massaged her breasts. Fingers kneading and working the supple softness, her shirt shifting noticeably as his invisible hand publicly molested her. Fingers pausing only to flick her nipple, trying to make her gasp. But Abby kept quiet, her breath shaky but no moans slipping past her lip. Her face was burning red, but there was only so much she could do as Revenant played her body like an instrument, dexterous fingers seeking out the little points that he knew would make her break.

“Number twenty-six!”

“Fuck,” Abby swore, drawing attention to herself once more. But this time Rev didn’t pause, his fingers still pumping her cunt, thumb flicking across her clit and making her shudder as a bolt of pleasure ran up her spine.

“R-rev, C’mon,” she whined, but her Pokemon ignored her, continuing his public assault on her body.

So she had to stand on trembling legs, pushing her chair back and rising uncertainly to her feet. Her legs felt like they were made of jello, wobbling under her as she took a tentative step forward. Her face was burning hot, and she felt like everyone in the building was watching her - which only made it even harder to keep her composure as her soaking cunny clenched hard, Rev pausing in his attention to let her squeeze his fingers, a satisfied smile no doubt smeared across his face.

Two steps toward the counter, which seemed to suddenly be a mile away. Surely someone had realized what was happening, they had to have. Abby was half-convinced her arousal was dripping down her thighs, she felt so wet. Rev switched his grip as she took another step, her knees almost buckling as he pinched her nipple between two fingers. She tried to silently shake his head, but he began to pinch. Slowly apply pressure as she forced herself forward. One step… two steps…

His grip was tightening, pain spiking, and driving her wild as he kept squeezing her nipple. Harder and harder until she was about ready to break and cry out in pain - it was only then, finally, that he let go, her nipple stinging as she let out the ragged breath she’d been gathering. But she’d almost done it, she’d almost made it to the desk. Three more steps and she’d be there. Three more steps and she’d have made it.

“Are you alright, trainer? You don’t look very good.”

Flushed, her face beaded with sweat, Abby looked up at Nurse Joy with wide eyes. “I… I’m fine,” she managed, as Rev started to speed the pace of his fingers. Hammering her cunt as she struggled to speak. “Just… maybe a little feverish. Starting to think I might have picked something up.”

She gave the Nurse a shaky smile, taking another step, and then a second toward the desk.

“Well, let’s get your Pokemon healed up so you can get out of here and get some rest,” the Nurse said helpfully as Abby hefted her bag up onto the counter and then slumped against it, arms shaking as they had to hold her weight up. Rev had found her g-spot and was relentlessly hammering against it, turning her entire lower body to jelly.

“Nnnnnggggh,” Abigail agreed, nodding helpfully as her eyelids fluttered, slumping against the counter as Nurse Joy turned away with a tray full of her Pokeballs.

Thankfully, the noise of the machine seemed to cover any whimpers that escaped Abby as Rev coaxed her through her orgasm, his fingers never slowing even as she became painfully sensitive. Every quick motion nearly unbearable in its intensity, leaving her vision splattered with stars as femcum dripped down her thighs, most of it thankfully absorbed by her shorts.

She’d almost recovered by the time Nurse Joy turned back, taking her Pokemon in shaking hands and dropping them back into her bag. It took a moment to push herself upright, but Abby managed it with a herculean effort. Turning, she stared at the door to the Pokemon center - more than a hundred feet away and through a crowd of people and Pokemon.

And Rev hadn’t slowed his pace in the least, a second orgasm already building inside the young trainer.

“Oh, you bastard,” she breathed, shrugging her bag back onto her shoulders. “You’re going to pay for this.”

Only quiet, mocking laughter was her answer.