How long had it been?
There were no windows in this wack ass bedroom, so she couldn't tell if the sun had moved. Even if there were any clocks sitting around, her vision was so blurred she couldn't have read them. Whatever was the case, the experience felt like hours.
And it was torture for every second.
The spring had surprised her, she could admit that, being launched at the ceiling by a seemingly safe floor was enough to get anyone a bit unsettled. In the split second she'd only had the presence of mind to brace for the inevitable impact.
It didn't come, rather something soft, but kind of cold wrapped around her body. Once she finally cracked an eye open it became clear she was standing, no, hovering, in some sort of crawlspace area. The panel below her slammed shut almost instantly and for a brief second she worried about Hailey. How would the girl get on without her?
The realization that there was a hand almost the size of her body wrapped around her quickly shifted that concern.
Oh, she'd tried to fight back of course, her cheeks raining sparks in preparation. Even if she'd been in the mood after all the houses bloody pranks you were expected to put up at least a token resistance. Bottoms did it to invite further 'correction' while tops and switches so they could see who would be leading the dance.
So she'd started sparking up, and then the red eyes floating in the darkness glowed brighter and a obnoxious emptiness filled a part of her brain.
Disable, that was a problem, because Spark was her only offensive move, and judging from the giggling that followed, her attackers could read the sinking look on her face.
They were merciless.
Honestly, it would have been easier if they'd gone for some impact play, she could handle that, it would let her push back, yell, get angry. But they were just so, damn, soft.
The plush body of the Gengar she was pushed into conformed around her like a giant pillow, all while the teasing bitches tongue lightly lapped at all her most sensitive parts. A Haunter on the left, a Banette on the right, each taking a side of her body to torment, but also hold down.
It was embarrassing to admit but it had been… quite a while for Gem, a real dry spell.
She'd had some flings back when she was still actively looking for a partner, but they hadn't turned into anything. Once JJ had started bouncing around her head that had all dried up. Humans could smell the desperation, she could swear. It hadn't been an entirely empty period, but quickies with other random Pokémon that crossed your path, or just beating off, was never really satisfying once you got the scent of a human. Arceus' little way of making sure you got out and did your natural duty.
Sure, you could form close relationships, even bonds with other Mon, but was never as easy, never as common. Maybe it would have been easier if she'd been able to find her other half.
If she had a Plusle here… ok, they'd probably still be getting worked over, but it would have been easier to endure with a red hand to hold.
"FUCK! Stop… just blowing on it, bite it or something! I know you've got teeth!" Case in point, the Haunter had been teasing her chest for what felt like ages now. Light licks to get her now Steel hard nipples good and wet, then cold puffs of air. Something, anything, any sensation would be better than that! Even as she tried to focus on one area though, one of the others would drag it somewhere else, keeping her off balance.
The Banette was down at her crotch, but cruelty refused to touch her cock, no matter how much it leaked. Instead she slowly massaged her balls, all while huffing hot air on her throbbing rod. Whenever a new bead of dew formed at the tip she would just giggle, before giving it a flick. Her belly felt like it was soaked by now in her own juices.
The Gengar was the worst though.
On one hand she was soft, so soft Gem felt like she could just sink right through her. Which, with ghost type bullshit, was a real possibility. It was a motherly type of softness, warm, comforting, sleepy, and she must have known it. That had to be why her tongue was being such a bitch.
It was impossibly dexterous for such a broad, flat thing. Not just the tip, but the whole shebang, she could send waves down it that were simply impossible. Gem was getting her hole lapped at the same time her aching tip was teased. Hot and wet, the sensations always rolling away from a part just before release came.
It would have been less humiliating if they'd actually hit her with Imprison, but clearly that wasn't needed.
"Oh, don't look now girls, but I can feel Pomona coming, that means our time entertaining our guest is almost up." The Gengar said, totally ignoring Gem's cries and begging, just talking right over them, like she couldn't even hear them. For her part Gem could hear the words, but they didn't mean anything to her. Maybe if she pled just a little bit more, just a little louder, they'd finally have mercy.
"Hmm, I hear she has a guest, but I can't sense them at all, maybe she just wants to join in?" The Haunter didn't want to let the little mouse go, she hadn't had this much fun in ages. All the Grass and Bug types in the forest knew them, and while some would play along, quite happily even, there was just nothing like a fresh face.
"Oh I heard she's better at hide and seek that even we are." The Banette cut in, "Maybe she's the spawn of Giratina or something. If only Pomona hadn't called dibs. Maybe if we…"
The Gengar shushed her, far more gently than she was treating Gem. "Now now, you know how hard Pomona has worked, it wouldn't be right to try and pull this one out from under her. But maybe if you ask nicely she'll share once she's gotten her broken in.
The three broke into giggles, which only made Gem feel like she was going more insane. Someone was coming? Were they going to let her cum?
It was in a haze that the door creaked open.
There was another ghost floating there, all purple and plush with her actual curves and fancy dress and whatnot. The figure next to her was more surprising though. Hailey, in her ratty clothes, creaky chair, hair that always looked like she'd had a bucket of water just dumped on her, even though she was bone dry. A part of her, maybe it was shame, shouted out. She didn't want the girl to see her like this. She didn't want her, and Hailey didn't want Gem either, they were just ships passing in the night.
The human was, objectively, pretty messed up, half dead looking. Meanwhile Gem was a fucking mess, a stalker who should have been tied up by the Rangers, and not in a sexy way. So look away, look away, don't see how pathetic, how weak, how needy…
The other part of her came.
Knowing about sex and being directly confronted with it were two different things.
It was impossible, literally impossible to not know what sex was in this existence, and probably a whole lot more, even if you weren't interested. You could be dropped off in a cabin on the side of a desolate, windswept cliff the second you were born and eventually some wild would still find themselves knocking at your door. Still, there were things kept veiled, hidden, at least to a degree, until you were older.
Theoretically at least.
Point being, while Hailey had certainly been made aware of sex, even seen it before (not even counting Brigit and her Tropius), she'd never actually seen a Pokémon cum, and seeing someone at the centre of a spooky orgy explode right at her… well, it was a sight alright.
Instinctively her head turned to the side, eyes hiding behind her long, stringy hair. Not fast enough though, she still saw it. Saw Gem's eyes meet hers, the Minun's looking almost mad, drenched with sweat and… other fluids. Panting, moaning, her blue tinged cock, so small looking next to the frankly huge Gengar behind her. It jumped once, twice, before jets of white cum lept out, fanning the wood floor in front of the bed.
Hailey almost felt embarrassed on Gem's behalf, as well as her own. Last thing the Minun would want was to see her much in the middle of "business".
It came as a relief when Pomona spoke up.
"Ladies, thank you for giving me some time to talk to Hailey here alone, but do you think we could have Ms. Gem back?"
"Awww, are you sure you don't want to join in Pom-Pom-Pommy? This ones a lot of fun." The Haunter spoke up, before laying a ghost sized lick on the electric types cheek, and cupping one of her modest breasts. Gem barely seemed to noticed, but she did give a half pained, half needy moan to the handling.
"Hmm, perhaps after we've gotten her cleaned up, she does have a nice ass." Hailey found her head whipping around, out of control, but Pomona still had the same blank, placid expression on her face. She was so prim, so… stuffy, at least, in the way she talked. At the end of the day, she was still a Pokémon though…
The trio on the bed laughed at that, they seemed to laugh a lot, while one of the Haunters's hands grabbed Gem by the scruff and floated her over. Despite it all, Hailey found herself wondering what it was like to have detachable limbs. Or were the arms just invisible?
Gem being dropped right in her lap quickly threw those thoughts out the window.
Despite how… sticky Gem was, Hailey found herself needing to hold her as Pomona zipped them back through the manse. That ghost did not seem to have a concept of brakes.
All the while Gem's head lolled around, her limbs limp. Hailey found herself supporting the Minun's head just to keep it from bouncing. She'd already be fucked stupid, the last thing she needed was a concussion from banging off a metal bit of the chair. Still, grabbing onto the mouse wasn't the most pleasant thing, and not just because she was… sticky.
It was irrational but touching anything sex related made her deeply uncomfortable, she didn't belong anywhere near it. Still, she couldn't just shove Gem off, at this speed Pomona would make her an accessory to a hit and run.
Startlingly quickly they came to a rest in front of yet another door. Was is the same bathroom from earlier, just cleaned up? It could have been, but Hailey had more than given up keeping track at this point. She was going to have bloody nightmares about being trapped in this funhouse for years, she could just tell.
Still, the bathroom seemed normal. A porcelain sink, toilet, claw footed tub. The lights even worked so they weren't bathed in blood red radiance, so that that was nice.
Gem probably would have passed out again if she woke up in a tub with a ghost looming over her.
Pomona took over bathing duties, starting the water, literally sticking a hand in the wall to, presumably, jiggle around some pipes, and eventually something like warm water started sputtering through.
The issue was when the ghost started tugging on her clothes.
"Woah, hey, what's with the hands?" Hailey tried to keep the quaver out of her voice, she could damn well guess what Pomona wanted. "I'm not the one that just got fucked to the top of Mt. Coronet, no need to, to…"
"Even the dead can smell you dear, and we still have a ways to go before we make it to the city, and it wouldn't do to come in smelling like a dumpster, would it?"
Her sweater was already over her head, blocking her vision. "I don't even sweat that much, it can wait till I'm back at AGH!" The yell was involuntary, as the sweater popped off, she was left with her arms hanging in the air… which also meant her pits were right at nose level. This wasn't a fight she was going to win, certainly not physically, but could she still limit the damage?
For the moment, Pomona turned her attention to Gem. The tub wasn't filling, but the spray of warm water had still formed a shallow puddle at the bottom, and it was with surprising care that she lifted the Minun and placed her under the shower, careful to keep her face out of the direct spray.
The liquid seemed to have an effect, as the nonsense mummers slowed, then stopped.
"OoOoOohhh, that feels good, been to long since I got some proper aftercare." Eyes closed tight, Gem wiggled at the bottom of the tub, letting the spray cover every part of her. Hailey had to admit, it did look comfortable. The mouse looked utterly content.
At least till Pomona spoke again.
"Ok Hailey, let’s get you out of the rest of that. I'd suggest burning them at this point, but I don't think we have anything your size around here, so I'll try to make do. Do you need help?"
Gem's eyes snapped back open, bliss replaced with… embarrassment? Anxiety? It was hard to tell as she looked up at them, well, at Hailey, but she was trying to avoid eye contact herself.
"Heeeeeeey… Hailey, so… um…" Words, and sight, were cut off as Pomona started tugging at her shirt, apparently taking her pause for an affirmation. Still, she gripped the hem of her old white shirt, now with some staining, tight.
"Hey, hey now. There's, uh, no need for that, I can just… wash in my stuff, right? They need a wash anyway so why double the work? Faster that way."
Pomona's face remained technically unreadable, but Hailey was still getting the same impression of the many times Carita had stared down at her, clearly weighing the options between arguing with her and just plowing forward.
Pomona chose both.
"In… your clothes? No, no." Tugging more, the shirt popped over her head. That battle lost, Hailey's hands dropped right down to cover her chest. Not that there was much to cover, had never been any point in her wearing a bra, would have been uncomfortable when you were in bed all day, but more importantly, her body didn't really put on fat.
Still, her arms stayed where they were. When Pomona turned back from tossing her shirt in the sink, she tilted her head.
"Hailey… what are you doing? If you're worried about Gem sneaking a grab, I don't think you need be. Even electric types need some time to recharge."
"No, I just…"
"Our eyes aren't gonna combust just cause you're a bit boney, though I am gonna have a talk with your doc about what they're feeding ya back there. Anyway, don't worry, I feel as boneless as a Muk right now, so hop in." Gem interjected. Her voice was tired, but some of the edge was returning. It didn't seem directed her way though.
Hailey paused, looking between the two. She'd wanted to say… she didn't know really. Why didn't she want them to look at her body? Fear that they'd laugh? Or just pity? Fear that somehow she'd contaminate them?
Once again, Gem pulled her out of her head. "You want me to close my eyes?" There was a bit of a chuckle at the end there, but her eyes were entirely sincere, like they'd been back in the forest.
Hailey took a deep breath.
"No, no it's fine. Just a shower after all."
Given the size difference it wasn't practical for her to curl up into a ball, so Gem ended up sitting between her legs.
Still, the water was nice. Warm but not hot, good for the middle of the day.
It had been a bit of an ordeal getting in. She knew they'd tried to not ogle her legs as the blanket and sweats were finally pulled off, but still, she caught the two looking.
If her arms looked emaciated, tracked, covered in protruding veins, then her legs were downright skeletal. At least the arms got some exercise.
Eventually Pomona had put her intangibility to use, lifting her from behind, moving over, then lowering herself halfway through the tub as she gently set Hailey down. Gem made sure her legs didn't get tangled.
The wheelchair had probably imprinted itself permanently on her ass, so it was nice to be out of it. She couldn't exactly feel the water run over her lower half, but every now and again , little hot and cold spots would flare up, or a brief prickling. Abused circulation trying its best.
They just sat there for a while, Hailey propped up against the back wall, Gem trying to keep upright, but slowly leaning back till they touched, before she'd jerk up again. Pomona busied herself to the side, doing who knew what to her clothes in the sink.
"Sooooo, what happened after I got launched into the ceiling? With you, I mean." Hailey got the sense Gem was trying her best not to focus on her, it was kind of sweet, in a way.
"Not much." Hailey lied. The warm water was having her feeling mellow but she wasn't sure about revealing how… emotional it had gotten. "I, uh, found Pomona pretty soon after I lost you actually."
"Yes, I asked some of the girls to separate you two while I was setting things up, I wanted to talk to Hailey alone." Pomona chimed in from the sink. If she scrubbed the clothes any harder, she'd rub right through the fabric. "I apologize if it was a bit surprising Gem."
"A bit?! Yeah, I suppose you could describe being launched at the ceiling that way. I thought I was about to be an adorable blue smear on the panels! You could have just tapped a girl on the shoulder or something!"
"But that wouldn't have been funny." Pomona managed to say, with a utterly straight face.
Gem looked like she wanted to contest that point, before huffing and leaning back into her boney cushion, not pulling away this time.
"Ghosts, what did I tell you on 205 Hailey?"
Hailey could only giggle. She felt weird, naked in a tub, with another naked body pressed against her, but there was no feeling of pressure, of expectation. Plus, Pokémon could be pretty entertaining when they were bouncing off each other, she was discovering. They all had such big personalities.
Closing her eyes to avoid rolling them, Gem sighed. "So, you got your camera back, what are you doing now Ms. Hot Wheels?"
"I mean, I guess making for Eterna City. I could try calling the Hospital from here, but then they'd have to try and find this place." And she might get another half day or so out was left unsaid. "Then… back to Our Lady, I guess. I can't exactly stay out here, can I? Plus, if I know Carita, once she swoops in to grab me she's liable to stick a tracker around my ankle. She, uh, doesn't take stuff going missing very well."
"And you're stuff, are you now?" Gem snorted
"I mean, she's a good doctor" Hailey couldn't take that away from her, no matter how annoying she got, "She's just a bit… possessive, controlling, acts like she's my mother and boss, all rolled into one."
"Oh, some Mommy issues there?" Gem lightly pushed her knee, "Is she a MILF? Does she have fat tits? Does she cross her arms under them when she gets angry?"
"Not going there." Was all Hailey had to say in response.
"Well, I guess we're making for the city once we dry off. You coming Pomona?"
Hailey could only sputter at that, made all the louder by the shower, while the Ghost just said "Yes, of course."
"Woah, hey now, you don't… when was this decided? I'm just getting hauled off back to the hospital."
"Eh, I've got nothing better to do, plus I want to see this doctor now." Gem shrugged.
Pomona hung her dripping shirt and other garments over a rail, before a warm gust surged up to knock the water out. "Yes, I'd like to meet her as well."
"I mean, I doubt she'll want to stick around long, not exactly the small talk type. Also, you can't exactly follow me back, even if there was space in my room you'd both die of boredom there. They, uh, also don't really like Ghosts hanging around, for the vibe I think."
Pomona simply hummed as she continued to dry.