Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Pairings: Haunter x Red
Warnings: PWP, shonen-ai
Chapter 5
“G-Gastly, you evolved into Haunter…” Red gasped, taking a step backwards. He tripped over one of the smaller tombstones and fell flat on his back, as the ghost pokemon continued to advance on him.
< Yes I did. > Haunter’s mental voice sounded quite satisfied. < And it’s all thanks to you. >
“I…”
< Come now, no need to be so modest. > Haunter purred. < After all, now I can mate you properly. >
“M-Mate?” Red spluttered. “But I already have…”
Haunter did not reply, wrapping one of his clawed hands around Red’s erection, using his other hand to yank Red’s pants and underwear down, out of the way. < Surely you don’t mind? >
“W-What?” Red gasped, trying to stifle a moan at the unexpected contact. “I…”
Haunter cut him off with a kiss then, and Red froze. He wasn’t sure he’d actually kissed a pokemon before. It certainly felt different…
He mumbled incoherently as Haunter continued to kiss him, now frenching him properly. The feeling of the pokemon’s tongue is his mouth was almost alien, but ohhh, it felt different from when he kissed Lance… and it felt good, too…
But for some reason, he didn’t seem to have any trouble breathing. Maybe it was because Haunter was incorporeal…
Haunter judged that since Red was more relaxed now, he could move on. Red jumped as he felt a cool claw wriggle between his buttocks. “Ah! Haunter!”
< Good thing you’re all wet and ready. > The ghost pokemon grinned. < This will be fun. >
“W-Wait!” Red protested, but that was when he felt something that was bigger than one of Haunter’s sizable claws entering him. He sighed and closed his eyes. It seemed that he was going to get sexed whether he liked it or not.
He wondered briefly what Lance would say, and shivered. The Dragon Master would probably scold him for forgetting his Silph Scope…
< That’s it, relax… > The Haunter crooned, eyes beginning to shine slightly with Confuse Ray. Red would not have noticed if he was paying attention, but his mind slipped happily into a warm haze while the Haunter cheerfully began to move.
Haunter sighed as he felt his new attributes manifest. One of the best things about evolution was that he could actually properly mate now. From his body, a sizable mass of purple smog had emerged, forming into an impressive male organ.
Red trembled, as Haunter continued to push into his body. Lance had been impressive, but this… this was different! He swallowed as he felt Haunter wrap claws around his prick, and stroke. In all actuality, it was just sex, right? So…
He started to move, impaling himself further. Haunter chuckled, and continued to solidify, causing cries of surprise to erupt from his new trainer, as the feeling inside him got fuller, harder…
Red cried out sharply as Haunter jabbed his prostate. The ghost pokemon noted this fact and began to move quickly, trying to hit it. After a few moments, fireworks went off inside his mind, and Red slumped back down onto the ground, gasping for breath, chest and thighs splattered with cum.
Satisfied, Haunter pulled out, still rock-hard, but not wanting to bruise Red too badly. < Well? >
“… Wow.” Red gasped. “But you didn’t come…”
< Ghosts can’t. > Haunter shrugged. < That would be creating life, and we’re pretty much dead. >
“I’m sorry…”
< Nonsense. > Haunter floated in front of Red, pleased, as he extended a claw to help the trainer up. < I enjoyed it very much. I’ll look forwards to mating you again. Maybe if we do it enough, I’ll evolve into Gengar! >
“W-Wait!” Red protested, but that was when Haunter pressed the capture light on one of his empty poke balls and it sucked him inside.
Red picked up the poke ball, sighing.
How was he going to explain this to Lance? Maybe he shouldn’t tell… after all, Lance hadn’t minded the Jigglypuff incident too badly.
Red sighed, and released Lapras, who looked bemused.
“Can you hose me down with Water Gun or something?”
“Sure, but that’s no fun.” The water-type said. “I’ll have you clean in no time.” With that, she ran her tongue over his chest. Red shook his head and succumbed to his bath, deciding not to protest.
After a few more strokes, he was ready.
“Thanks a lot, Lapras.” He gave her a hug, and she winked.
“I don’t mind! So did you catch any pokemon?”
Red nodded. “Haunter. Now I wonder if I’ll be able to get a Cubone.”
“Well, they’re pretty rare…I remember your pokédex saying so.”
“Guess I’ll go visit Mr. Fuji.” Red glanced around for his pants, and sighed. “Lapras…”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t bring any extra clothes, and I don’t think I see my underwear anywhere.”
Lapras shrugged. “You have Ditto.”
“D-Ditto?” Red flushed.
“Sure, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind turning into a pair of pants for a few minutes, and then you can go to Celadon and buy some more clothes. What were you thinking, running out of the house with only the clothes on your back?”
“I…I guess so.” Red admitted.
Ditto was more than willing to change into a pair of jeans, though Red felt quite uncomfortable walking around wearing a pokemon.
Oh well… surely Ditto wouldn’t want to have sex, right?
The transform pokemon happily relaxed against Master’s skin. This would be fun… and since Lapras was hiding all of Master’s clothes, so much the better!
He couldn’t wait until it was his turn….
Red stifled a yelp as he felt his clothing shift slightly, and blushed. But since Mr. Fuji chose that moment to look out the window and wave him over…
He’d better visit the nice old man who gave him the Poke Flute.
End Fic
Completed 11/24/06
Yes, now you know why I took a break from themes… to write lemon ficlets! And despite what people may think, despite Zensho’s uberly-cutesy interior, Red suggests to Bill to combine himself with a Nidoran F to get a hermaphrodite pokemon! He also blushes every time he sees a girl, which is cute.