The Panty Thief Pokemon

Helena was beyond lost as she wandered through the dank, dark halls of the underground level of the old chateau. It was like a labyrinth down here. So many branching hallways. Some leading to dead ends, empty rooms, collapsed passages or locked doors. She felt like she had been walking for a good hour with nothing but her phone to guide the way. Luckily, it had been fully charged, Rotom always did a good job of keeping it powered.

Speaking of her pokemon, Helena had no idea where they were. She had tried calling for them at first but it was clear they were nowhere nearby. She came to a stop at another split in the hall. One tunnel branching off into darkness on her left, the other just as dark on her right. She pulled up the phone and studied it. She had been trying to map out the passages on her drawing app but so far it just looked like a mess on her broken screen. She noticed there was still that strange WiFi network available, the 'Keystone' one, she was not connected to it currently but… wait wasn't keystone what the voice in her dream had called that odd stone?

Movement caught her eye down the left passage and she turned the light that way. There she saw her bag! Just… hovering there in midair. That was… strange. She turned the light upwards and saw the strap of her bag was around a small pokemon that levitated there. It was a dark bluish-green pokemon that almost looked like it was wearing a ruffled dress with a string of red pearls around their neck. Helena activated the pokedex app on her phone.

"Misdreavus, the screech pokemon," came the voice from her phone. "It loves to hide in darkness and sneak up on people to…" Her phone screen flashed pink and purple, glitching out for a moment. "... steal their clothes, humiliate them and sexually harass them." Helena balked at both the description and the way the voice of her pokedex app became more husky and dare she say seductive. She had never heard it do that or an entry for a pokemon like that one. Was it just a glitch or did this Misdreavus really… "It feeds off the feelings of embarrassment, shame and arousal it induces in its victims. Storing that energy in the crystals around its neck to unleash upon them as they continue to harass and torment their victims."

Helena did not like the sound of any of that. She made eye contact with the pokemon, unsure whether to try and approach to retrieve her bag or turn and run, only for it to vanish with a ghostly giggle and her bag to fall to the ground. It lay there in the dark hallway, seemingly up for grabs. Helena shone her light upon it. Keeping in mind the pokedex entry of how they liked to hide in darkness she stepped forward, light sweeping around the hallway, making sure to illuminate every inch of the hall she could.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she finally reached her bag. Bending over she went to pick it up only to freeze as she felt something behind her. A whispy, ghostly touch under her torn skirt and pressing in on her flat ass. She was frozen at first, trying to convince herself it was just a draft or only her mind paying tricks, but as she felt her blue and white striped panties slowly being rolled down her body she knew it was no mere wind or her imagination.

She stood up straight immediately and turned on the spot, phone in hand, bag still at her feet, to see… nothing. "Hey… I know you are out there… so… don't you touch me again. You hear?" She tried to sound tough or threatening but she could hear the dread in her voice as she still felt her panties still hanging half way down her butt. Her face burned as she remembered the feeling of the pokemon touching her there.

Helena swept the light around again. No sign of that pokemon. She reached down to pull her panties back up and that was when it appeared from thin air in front of her. It was like it coalesced from the darkness rather than emerged from it. Appearing inches from her face and laughing maniacly at her. It spooked Helena and she felt herself flinch as it got an astonish attack off on her. She was so startled, she stumbled back and tripped over her own bag, much to the amusement of Misdreavus who let out a ghostly chuckle.

"It's not funny!" Helena yelled up at the ghost pokemon as it hovered above her. "You think scaring people and tripping them over is a big joke? Well let me tell you…" She was interrupted by Misdreavus laughing at her loudly. She saw the pokemon was staring further down Helena's body, between her legs. Only then did she notice that the way she had tripped backwards onto the ground left her with her legs open, skirt riding up to flash her partially pulled down panties up at the pokemon. "Don't look at that!"

She grabbed her bag and pulled it up onto her lap to cover herself as she tried to scramble backwards but this turned Misdreavus from laughing into frowning. Anger appeared upon the pokemon's face. The little mouth turned down as the big red eyes seemed to grow larger while the strands of hair-like tendrils atop it began to stand end on end. The eyes glowed brightly and Helena froze as she endured Misdreavus' mean look. There would be no fleeing.

She decided to fight instead and pulled back her bag to throw it up at Misdreavus only to freeze as Misdreavus' pearl necklace glowed brightly. Pink psychic energy surrounded Helena and she was held fast there on the spot. "What are you…" She managed to gasp out as her bag was psychically put aside, her arms pinned to her sides and then her legs **** open. "No… don't…" She grimaced as she tried to resist the energy field surrounding her.

She could struggle and move. The telekinetic **** was weak. But Helena was not strong herself. If she had just a bit more muscle or leverage she may have been able to break free. She felt her panties pulled down her legs as she was pushed onto her back.

"Nooooooo!" Helena wailed as she felt them pulled past her thighs. She managed to close her legs, locking her knees around the garment but Misdreavus just increased her focus on the confusion and Helena felt her head swim as her resistance faded. Her legs were **** open once more and the panties pulled free from her body.

Her legs were then spread out wide, body pinned to the ground and above her, her panties floated, tauntingly. She tried to look away but the telekinetic **** held her head in place making her watch as the blue and white garment was waved above her. She cringed and whimpered rather pathetically while Misdreavus' eyes glowed as they feasted off of Helena's humiliation and shame at being stripped and exposed.

Helena thought she was going to shrivel up and die right there on the spot from embarrassment and it only got worse as she felt her pussy get wet while her nipples stiffened against the jacket. She was turned on by this? That was an shameful discovery. Misdreavus loved the energy she was claiming from Helena. She laughed manically up above as the panties floated over and draped themselves across Misdreavus, wearing them like a cape.

The pearl necklace continued to glow as Misdreavus kept Helena in place even as the poor woman began to sob at being so forcefully exposed. Helena's sobbing paused as she felt the zippier of her jacket begin to move. "No!" She called out sharply. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough? Please just leave that alone… don't… I can't… please not that!"

Misdreavus merely giggled, delighted by Helena's torment, as they continued to slowly unzip be jacket. It was teasing her with the pace of undressing her when it knew that it could just yank the zippier down and pull open the jacket. It even released her hands as the zippier reached the bottom. Allowing to grasp onto her jacket and try to hold it closed or attempt to cover herself even as Misdreavus slowly preyed the garment open. It was all just a game of painstakingly drawing it out to marinate her emotions with dread and fear. It made the shame the ghost pokemon feed off of oh so sweeter.

Helena tried to hold out but already she could feel herself losing the fight as her jacket slowly came open. The cool air brushing across her bare chest, her little nipples throbbing as she whimpered. She wanted anything, anyone, to hell her. Please, she begged internally, please help me, save me from this, I don't want to be stripped and humiliated any further. Suddenly, the tattoo upon her lower abdomen burned and she heard voices in her head.

'We can help you.'

'But there's a cost to pay.'

'Accept us as one with you.'

'Take us in, take us all in baby.'

'Free you from this bondage we can.'

'Better act soon or else... You'll be naked and exposed.'

'Every inch of your body on display. Dosent that excit you?'

'Allow us to share you and we'll set you free'

'Freeer than you have ever been before.'

These voices sound just like the moans from her dreams only they were speaking this time. More than that, they were offering her help. Helena was so **** she did not even question them. "Please, yes, anything, just stop it from exposing me anymore!" She cried out and immediately felt the heat from her abdomen course through her body.

The heat was a burst of pleasurable warmth and only seemed to magnify the arousal she already felt at being stripped and humiliated. It caused her to ache her back and cry out wantonly. Her hands that were trying to cover her tiny breasts, instead clamped down on them and without even thinking she pinched her nipples hard as her pussy spasmed before exploding with her juices. Helena screamed as she came, around her the telekinetic **** shattering and the heat moved through her body to concentrate on her scalp of all places.

The moment the confusion was broken a wave of similar, much stronger **** broke out around her. A purple pulse that hit Misdreavus hard and sent the pokemon flying off into the darkness with a screech. Helena collapsed onto the ground with a groan. She felt the burning sensation radiate out through her scalp and into her hair.

The hair tie and scrunchie around it burst off and she felt her hair somehow grow rapidly down her body. Helena barely had time to react before she felt it brushing well down her shoulders and back. She breathed heavily as she tried to not freak out too much while recovering from that sudden orgasm.

'99 manic souls remain trapped. Nine have joined you as hexes, Warden,' A voice rang in Helena's head, making her jump. 'It is your burden to bear them all.'

It went silent and only when she was ready did Helena pick herself up. She took a couple deep breaths before fixing up her jacket, pulling her tattered skirt down to try and cover herself up best she could and grabbing her phone to look around. No sign of her underwear nearby, Misdreavus must have fled with them. But there was her bag nearby. Her spare clothes would be in there.

Frist though, she turned on her front camera and had a look at herself. Sure enough her brown hair had grown down to her mid to lower back. It had also gotten thicker and messier. Helena had no idea how that happened but it had to have something to do with those souls and hexes the voice spoke of. What was happening to her?

Helena decided to put that thought asids for now and focus on the present. She grabbed her bag and rummaged through it for her spare clothes. Unfortunately, she noticed they were missing along with a few other things such as her empty pokeball and her hair brush. All of which would have been mighty convieneint right now.

She wondered if Misdreavus had stolen them. Probably hidden or disposed of the clothing somewhere but why her hairbrush and pokeballs? She did find her purple hairband. That would have to do to keep the hair out of her face. Helena stood up and slung her back over her shoulder, put on her hairband, adjusted her skirt best she could in a vain attempt to salvage some miniscule amount of dignity before deciding to head onwards. She made sure to pick the passage way Misdreavus had not been blown down and set forth.