G-g-g-ghost

You follow Jack into the woods. The moonlight making the white in her hair stand out in the night. You follow close behind Jack not wanting to lose her in the woods. You hear a creaking noise behind and you nearly jump out of your skin. Maybe hunting ghosts in the middle of the night wasn’t the greatest idea. You speed up a little and run into Jack. You hug her arm as she continues her hunt.

“Should we cross here?” Jack asks and you look over to see a pair of creeks blocking your path. You look across the water into the dark area on the other side. You think you see something moving in the shadow and can feel goosebumps form across your arms.

“Don’t cross the streams,” is all you can get out.

Jack looks down at you, surely seeing your fear. She uses her free arm to pat your head, “It’s okay I won’t let anything happen to us.” You feel comforted by her gentle reassurance, but you still don’t let go of your hold on her arm.

“Oo0oOoo0oO00ooh,” you hear a ghostly moan from behind the trees. You constrict around Jack’s arm, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were cutting off her circulation.

“We got one!” She seems excited at the prospect of finding a ghost in the woods. You would have preferred a romantic moonlit stroll over a haunted trek. Suddenly a ghost appears before you, and then another, and another. Before you know it ghostly figures have you surrounded from all sides by ghostly figures.

“Give us your panties, and we’ll let you go,” the ghosts moan out together. Your body reacts in fear, your hands instantly start undoing your pants to give your underwear to the ghosts. Jack grabs your hands stopping you.

“Stop, A. They’re not-ahhh” she is cut off as something drags her away from you. You feel a pair of hands grab you as well.

You lose sight of Jack as a group of ghosts close in around you. Their hands gliding over your body, you feel your clothes being pulled in every direction. The phantasmal appendages grope your now bare breasts and stroke your pussy with your shorts stuck around your thighs. “I’m coming A,” you can hear Jack call out from behind the ghosts. Suddenly the ghosts unload a warm slime all over your body. You can feel it dripping from your chest and running across your stomach, there is even some on your face and in your hair.

“Ow.” “What the hell?” “Scatter.” The ghosts all start yelling in pain and panic. Then you see why when Jack hits one with a stick in hand. You can see the ghosts didn’t manage to strip her at all.

She kneels down next to you once the ghosts are all gone. “Are you okay?”

“He slimed me.”

“Oh dear, they sure did. Here take this.” She pulls a towel from her bag and you can see the embroidered logo of the ‘Cerulean Day Spa.’

“How’d you fight them off? Weren’t you scared?” you ask Jack as you wipe away the ectoplasm.

“I ain’t afraid of no ghost,” she says as a matter of fact, “but A, those weren’t ghosts.” You’re confused, you saw the ghosts with your own eyes. “That was just a group of guys wearing sheets. See right there,” she points at a white sheet laying on the ground behind her. You can see the eye holes cut in it.

“Oh,” you feel a little embarrassed as you finish wiping away what you now realize to be cum and not a spectral emission. “That’s not right. They can’t just do that, they didn’t win any battle.”

“Who you gonna call? The cops, and say, ‘hey a group of unidentifiable males wearing ghost costumes just groped us while we were walking through the woods?’ As much as I hate it, I think we’ll just have to let this one go.”

You pull yourself back together locating your discarded garments with some help from Jack. “Okay, but what about these creepy eyes?” you ask Jack pointing at the various glowing red eyes scattered around the dark corners of the woods.

“Um, I don’t think that is them. Litwick come on out.” A small candle pokemon appears in the dark woods. Its ghostly purple flame illuminates the area. Most of the eyes disappear in an instant. In the newly provided light, a wooden mask is visible around the red eyes, a black wispy figure leaking from the top and bottom.

“Ah she’s a cutie,” you cry out recognizing the pokemon as a Phantump.

“Litwick, use hex,” Jack immediately starts battling the wild pokemon. You watch as Jack expertly guides her partner to weakening the ghost pokemon. With a quick toss of her wrist, a pokeball flies through the night air connecting with the Phantump’s wooden exterior. After a quick shake, Jack has caught a new ghost type partner.

“We should probably get back soon, you have a gym battle tomorrow.” You agree after realizing how late it really is. The two of you talk and laugh all the way back to the pokecenter. You forget about your earlier fears of walking through supposedly haunted woods.

Outside the door to your room, Jack leans in kissing you. “What time is your match tomorrow?”

You take a second to process what she said, your mind still racing with thoughts of Jack’s kiss. “Um, 1.”

“Great, I’ll be there to cheer you on,” she plants a quick peck on your lips once again before bounding down the hallway. She’s rounded the corner and out of sight before you can call out to her. Your body wanted to invite her into your room, but your mind realizes it’s probably a good idea to get some sleep before your match tomorrow.