You're sitting comfortably at your desk furiously working on your latest article covering some of the better performances from the Beauty Contest that had taken place over the weekend when you feel the air surrounding you suddenly become cold as ice, causing you to pull the cardigan that you had on around you tighter in hopes that it might help battle the unnatural chill that had taken over your apartment in an instant.
"I'm not in the mood." You tell the empty air as you continue to type away at your computer, the deadline that your publisher had sent you was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon and you desperately wanted to get all of your work finished and sent off long before then so that you could finally get some sleep, absolutely exhausted from your afternoon bent over the kitchen sink while a long tongue explored your nether region for hours on end.
The old karate master that you had rented the large apartment from had never once made any mention during your application process that the place was haunted, though seeing as the rent was much cheaper than most places in Castelia City you should have at least considered it a possibility before rushing ahead to sign a two year lease.
You had known that something was up with the apartment after spending your first night there, having woken up the following morning to find that the few belongings that you had decided to unpack the day before had moved from where you had originally placed them, including your framed collection of ribbons from your days as a Pokémon Coordinator; which you had discovered hanging upside down on a wall in the kitchen rather than propped up on the fireplace mantle alongside your 1st place trophies.
After that morning the evidence had continued to mount up that the place was haunted the longer you stayed there.
Cold spots would suddenly start appearing in your studio apartment despite the fact that your heating had been turned up to the max to combat the winter weather, and more likely than not the cold spots would be located directly next to one of the warm radiators which just didn't make any sense.
Then there was the food that you had carefully calculated and prepped a month in advance for each of your Pokémon and how it would run out long before it was meant to even though your Ninetales, Clefable and Ursaring's diets had stayed the same ever since they had first evolved, even if you spoiled them and gave each of them more than their recommended intake which you did maybe once or twice a month you would always have at least some food leftover in the past; and yet after moving into your new studio your stock of berries and regular chow never lasted more than a few weeks.
And finally, there had been your laptops odd behaviour and how in the middle of the night while you were deep in the realm of sleep it would unexpectedly turn on, even on days when you had run the battery dry, and start playing at full volume a favourite video of yours that you would always come back to whenever you masturbated.
After several weeks of annoyance over your moved furniture and many nights rushing from your bed to turn down the sounds of moans so that you could go back to sleep you finally admitted to yourself that you had an unexpected roommate, a ghost Pokémon whom you would be stuck sharing your apartment with until your lease ran out.
Knowing that there was no way to get rid of the ghost without capturing it, something that seemed impossible to do as you had never actually seen the Pokémon haunting your apartment, you instead decided to do everything that you could to make friends with it and minimise the pranks and problems that it would most likely cause you in the future.
From buying the Pokémon its own bowl to eat the extra food that you now bought each month to purchasing a handful of toys that were only for it to play with, you did everything you could think of to make your new roommate happy and in return for your kindness the unknown Pokémon stopped messing up your apartment and never caused you or your team any harm; or at least it hadn't until a month ago.
It had been quite a shock to wake up in the middle of the night suddenly on the verge of orgasm and overwhelmed by ecstasy, your entire body pinned to the bed by an invisible force while it felt as though something thick and wet was being buried deep within your pussy until you were finally pushed over the edge of climax and experience pleasure like you had never known before.
This continued on for over a week, with you waking up every single night in the middle of the most fantastic foreplay you had ever had and being rewarded with a powerful orgasm that would leave your whole body tingling and craving for more of the invisible tongue as you went about with your normal routine the following morning; working on your articles the best you could while your thoughts would be focused on the upcoming night and the pleasure you would experience.
However, you quickly found yourself becoming tired of only enjoying the last few moments of your coupling, only ever experiencing the release and never the build of your orgasm.
And so, one night when the long tongue finally exited your snatch and the invisible weight was lifted from your body you decided that you could remain silent no longer and told the unknown Pokémon to stop hiding in the darkness and fuck you once and for all.
Everything changed after your declaration, while the two of you still hadn't had penetrative sex that didn't stop the invisible Pokémon from coming to you all hours of the day to drain your cunt dry of its juices now that it no longer had to wait for you to sleep it would feed from you anywhere, whether it be with you bent over after a shower, laid across the kitchen table while your dinner burned in the oven or suspended in the air thanks to its ghostly abilities; you would always have the unknown Pokémon's tongue buried inside of you each day without fail.
"I have a deadline." You whined as you were gently lifted up and suspended in the air not far above your desk chair as the sharp cold that had been surrounding your body became thick and heavy, finding yourself trapped by the invisible Pokémon as two unseen hands began caressed every inch of you and made your pussy twitch and clench in need to be filled. "Let me finish my work, when I'm done then we can have some fun."
The Pokémon ignored your words however as you felt its hot breath at your throat while one of its hands slide under your dress and began rubbing at your bare pussy, never seeing the need to wear underwear in your own home anymore knowing that they would just be torn to pieces by your ghostly lover.
As the thick fingers continued to rub at your dripping cunt you couldn't help but whimper and whine with need as you began to crave anything and everything that the unknown Pokémon was willing to give to you, finding yourself pushing back against its invisible body in a heated lust as its other hand started to cup and grope at your left breast through your dress.
"Can't you wait just a little bit longer, I'm nearly fin-" You began to speak before your words became caught in your throat, unable to finish your sentence the second that you felt something warm and much thicker than the fingers that had been playing with your clit prod against your bare entrance.
