Chapter 29

His body was limp.

His vision was dazed.

Matt opened his eyes, seeing a haze of darkness and uncertainty. God, his body felt terrible. Being too exhausted to move, he could hardly even adjust his own head. Deducing that he was sitting in some kind of wooden chair was the best he could do at the time. Matt blinked, seeing a dark figure approached him.

The pain he was in made it impossible for him to visibly panic, but a fear was bubbling in his chest. The figure grew nearer, soon with Matt realizing that there were two of them. In his state of deliriousness, he couldn't tell what they were doing. Something cold pressed against the back of his right hand, resting on the arm of the chair. Pressure built up, starting to feel a stabbing pain.

Crunch!

"GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Matt screamed in shattering pain as he felt something driven through his hand. Adrenaline and pain made him now completely aware with his heart pounding faster than it should have been. The thumping in his chest outdid his frantic breathing. His eyes watered in pain, however, he got a better image of the two figures standing in front of him.

Standing directly in front of him was a dark figure with red eyes, being a foot taller than the other. He had muscular arms and wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. Somehow, he didn't show (or perhaps didn't have) gentiles. It was just a smoothed over dark spot with a bulge. He had a large yellow-toothed smile, enjoying Matt's suffering.

The other figure was that of a female, having palish-purple skin. Her hair was identical to her skin, being styled to her right (being Matt's left) and had red eyes, being slightly a lighter tint. Having the figure of a woman, it appeared that she had a large purple shirt, identical to everything else about her, that went down to her knees.

"See?" a male said to the female. "It's simple. All you have to do is place the nail like so-"

Matt felt another sharp point, now on the back of his left hand.

"And then you hammer it in, like this!"

Crack!

"HUH-AHHHHH!"

The female stared at Matt just as terrified as another nail was nailed into his other hand. The pain was so intense that Matt had begun to cry. He stopped himself, clenching his teeth and glaring at the male figure who had nailed his hands to the chair. The male smirked back.

"You see," he told the female, "this little punk might act tough, but everyone has their weaknesses. Remember to always enter their bodies when they're asleep or unconscious. That way it's easier to learn the dark secrets in the far corners of their mind. Go ahead, try it."

The female looked at the male unsure, as if feeling sorrow for Matt.

"But...I don't think I can do it, Jasper." she told him with the sound of emotion in her voice. Jasper glared at her, swinging the hammer he had in his hand, smashing it against the side of Matt's head. The blow was so hard, Matt's vision was gone.

"We've been over this before," Jasper told her upset. "he's just a meat bag meant for harvesting. Don't act like you can't do it. You're a Haunter for goodness sakes. When you were alive you'd do this in a heartbeat."

Matt blinked, still unable to see a damn thing. He could feel tears running down his cheeks. There was a silent pause. Matt couldn't describe it, but it felt like there was a sense of pity in the air. Maybe it was just because he had been hit in the side of the head with a hammer...

"This feels so wrong..." she finally told him. "I don't think I can do this..."

Matt's vision slowly returned, seeing the one referred to as Jasper getting in her face.

"Do you want to die?" he asked her, almost sounding like a threat. "If you don't feed off of him then you're going to fade away. Is that what you really want?"

"N-no..." she told him, hiding her face from Jasper. "I...I just feel sorry for him..."

"Don't." Jasper told her, waving the hammer in the air. "He isn't worth feeling sorry for."

Jasper swung it down and hit Matt's knee with the sound of a cracking being made. The intensity of the blow made Matt let out a silent scream, convulsing his head back. He began to pant with another tear rolling down his face. Jasper tossed the hammer down onto the floor and motioned at the female, then pointed at Matt.

"He's yours now." he told her, walking away towards a wall in the empty room. "I have to go check up on his Pokemon and his stupid friend with the glasses. It wouldn't be a harvest without having a little fun with them before finishing them off."

Jasper chuckled to himself with Matt's eye's shooting open. The female saw this, taking a step back from surprise. With blood in his mouth, Matt bared his clenched teeth.

"NO!" Matt yelled at the top of his lungs. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY POKEMON!"

Jasper ignored him, walking through the wall, leaving Matt alone with the female haunter. Matt began to thrash his body around, still with his hands nailed to the chair.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" he cried. "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM THEM, YOU BASTARD!"

He kept thrashing with the Haunter backing away from him unsure. She stared at the wall Jasper had left out of, then back to Matt who was still thrashing about. Finally, he stopped himself due to being in too much pain. Being totally restrained by the nails, he hung his head and began to sob. The Haunter forced herself to get serious, clenching her fists closed and stepping forward towards Matt.

She put his hand on his, getting his blood on her as she did it. Her touch was cold, making Matt shiver. He looked up at her, seeing that she was forcing herself to narrow her eyes at him. Even so, he saw something else. Remorse? Regret? It was hard to tell in his condition. Whatever it was, it was making her hesitate.

Suddenly, she became transparent, coming closer to him. Matt felt a chill as she literally entered his body. The feeling of her literally in his mind made Matt feel...odd. Emotions that weren't his arose. He felt rejection, shame, uncertainty, and even horniness. The Haunter had begun to search his mind as she had been instructed.

Rachel and Laurence entered the next room, seeing that it was just as bare as the last one. Otto kept repeating to himself that he had killed his mother, still delirious about the whole ordeal. He was starting to get a grip, but still had trouble with the image of his mothers head being bashed in.

"Laurence," Rachel said unsure, "what's the point of 'harvesting?' I know it's supposed to be meant for feeding or whatever, but how is it done? Just scaring the shit out of people?"

Laurence looked around the empty room, thinking to himself. He stopped and put his hand on his chin again, trying to remember the way around the damned dimension they were in.

"That's a part of it, yes," he told her. "but there's more to it than that. The Gastly's have to enter the body to absorb it's energy. When they enter the body they can siphon it's life source."

"Than why bother scaring them?" Rachel asked him as they stood there, with Otto additionally resiting to himself that he had killed his mom. "Why not just enter the body and be done with it?"

Laurence remembered the right direction to go, motioning his hand to the right wall.

"For two reasons, dear." he told her. "One, they enjoy it, and two, they need to weaken them with fear and physical punishment so that they're easy to infiltrate. It gives them more leverage when they're conjoined spiritually."

A door appeared, with Laurence walking towards it. Otto and Rachel followed behind him with the sound of the floor creaking.

"Conjoined spiritually?" Rachel repeated. Laurence opened the door for them as they entered. He followed behind them as they came into another empty room.

"When a Gastly, Haunter, or even myself, a Gengar, enter a body we are spiritually connected to them. They'll share thoughts and feelings, strength and energy, anything they choose to embrace or to accept. The two of them become one in a sense. It's then up to them to fight internally over who controls who. The stronger will dominate the weaker if they chose to, able to absorb their essence and take from them what they chose."

"I don't like the sound of that." Rachel told him. Laurence nodded as he made another door appearing on the far wall of the room.

"Nor do I, dear." he told her. "That's why we must hurry."

Bomber opened his eyes. It was dark and cold. He was lying on the bottom of a cramped bird cage, dazed and confused. He shook his head, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he recalled was that he had been on Matt's shoulder, then suddenly they were grabbed from below the ground. That's all he could recall.

The room outside the cage was ill lit with candles surrounding the room. The sound of sniffling made him look over to his right. Sitting on the floor in a fetal ball was Emie. She was crying with her body trembling. Bomber thought she looked miserable.

"Emie?" he said softly. Her ears perked up, looking over at the bird cage. Her eyes got big with her tears temporarily ceasing.

"Birdy?" she asked him. Emie leapt off the floor and grabbed onto the cage, nearly knocking Bomber off balance. She embraced the cage with her arms wrapped around it. In addition, her chest was being pushed into the cage. Bomber tried not to stare at her cleavage, but was a little hard not to when it was so close to him. "Emie thought that Birdy was dead!"

She let go of the cage, letting it swing on the chain it was hung up on.

"I'm fine, Emie." Bomber told her with a confident tone. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?"

"She's home," a voice with a strange cowboy drawl responded from the other side of the room. "that's where she is."

Like magic, the room transformed before Bomber's eyes. Not much had changed, except the wooden room with markings turned into an attic with cobwebs and a musky smell. Bomber turned his head, seeing a man in a cowboy hat. He wore a denim jacket and cowboy boots with strange, pink laces. Beside him stood a very thin and malnourished looking Meowth.

Emie's eyes grew even wider, backing away from the birdcage and into a wall of the attic. The cowboy took a few steps in her direction with Emie frozen in paralyzed fear. Bomber saw the Meowth started to eye him, licking her lips stoically with tired eyes. He too began to worry for his own safety. The cowboy opened his arms and smiled.

"Avie and I missed ya'" he told her with his smile widening. Bomber wasn't certain, but he swore he saw a yellow-toothed grin when he did. The Meowth walked towards the cage Bomber was trapped in, licking her lips again. He swallowed hard, worried that he was about to be her next meal.

Emie was in absolute terror, shaking her head in disbelief. The cowboy laughed at her, coming up right to her face.

"Haven't you missed Mikhail at all?" he asked her. He stroked her cheek with Emie clenching her eyes closed, shaking her head again. The man grabbed her arm and tightly squeezed.

"Well," he told her, "I missed you, princess. Not to mention our love..."

He pushed his body up to her's with a sadistic laugh. Emie started to cry as he stroked her cheek again.

"Take off your clothes, would you?" he asked her trying to sound polite. "Please don't make me do it for you."

The other Meowth stared at the cage with hungry eyes. Even about to become Meowth food, Bomber couldn't take his eyes off of Emie as she began to cry. She was completely helpless. Unwillingly, she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and slowly pulled it off. He could see her shaking.

The Meowth in front of him shook the cage with a smile. Bomber shook about in the cage, hitting the bars of it over and over again. He swore, finally with the Meowth stopping to laugh. Bomber laid on his front, looking over at Emie again, watching as she took off her pants. In a black bra and hot red panties, she covered herself in front of the man in the pink laced boots.

Emie had always been comfortable about her body and actually preferred not to wear clothes. Being with Mikhail was another story however. She knew what he wanted and didn't want to give him the 'love' he so much desired. Bomber saw how helpless she looked, getting angry that someone would willing take advantage of her like that.

Bomber began to quickly think to himself. Using his years of logic he had gained with his previous owner, he began to piece things together to the best of his ability. They had no idea where they were. The only logical thing was that they had been taken to the attic of the cabin, which was owned by this man and his-"

The Meowth in front of him changed it's face for a moment, only momentarily relieving it's true form. This wasn't an attic. He had even seen it change before his eyes. These weren't people either. They were Gastlys. He looked over at Emie, who had now taken off her bra. The sight of her boobs would have normally distracted his train of thought, but pushed forward regardless to tell her what he needed to say.

"Emie!" he cried. "That isn't really the person you think it is!"

Emie acted like she didn't hear him, reaching for her panties in tears as the Gastly appearing to be a cowboy just smiled. She pulled them down to her ankles, being completely naked in front of everyone. Bomber had to speak in terms she would understand.

"Emie!" he cried once again. "It's an evil wizard pretending to be Mi-um-shit, what was his name?...-oh! That's it! Mikhail! That's not Mikhail, Emie! It's an evil Wizard!"

Emie was covering her body and was shaking. She looked over at Bomber unsure. How could any of this be fake? He was standing right in front of her. That had to be Mikhail.

Bomber swore, knowing that she wasn't going to believe him. He had to do something, even if it was going to end up getting himself in deeper shit than he already was in. Bomber looked at the Meowth, forcing himself to back up against he wall of the cage. Clearly seeing that it had no intentions on letting him out any time soon and that he wasn't strong enough to break the bars, he had to use his brain power to get out.

"Don't let me out of here!" he begged. "Please, don't open the cage!"

The Gastly pretending to be a Meowth smiled, getting a 'bright' idea. It reached for the lock of the cage, undoing it. Bomber's act of being scared turned into a smug laugh. Without a second thought about it, he rammed into the door of the cage, getting the 'Meowth' right in the face. It fell over on it's back in pain with Bomber darting out of the cage.

With little time to spare, he flew in the direction of the 'cowboy' and Emie, who was shaking even more now with her eyes closed. Of course, the cowboy had unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, ready to rape Emie like he wanted. Bomber didn't have much time to think about his decision, even if he knew he was going to regret it.

Driving head first, Bomber rammed his beak against the Gastly's penis, completely tearing it off. He swooped up and perched himself on a support arch for the attic, seeing that the Gastly pretending to be the cowboy was on his knees in horrific pain. He let out a swear with Emie opening her eyes, seeing him on the ground.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled, turning back into his Gastly form. "My dick!"

The private part that Bomber had torn off was still pierced on his beak, disappearing to a mist. He shuttered with disgust.

"That is definitely the gayest thing I've ever done in my entire life." Bomber told the Gastly, spitting onto the floor. "But I'd do it again if I had to!" He puffed out his feather, trying to look intimidating. He reached up for the goggles attached to his aviator hat and lowered them over his eyes. "You've messed with the wrong Pidgey!"

The Gastly who pretended to be a Meowth, shook his head, turning back into it's original form.

"That little piece of shit!" it said rubbing his face. The other Gastly was still holding it's crotch in pain. Emie was so confused, still covering her naked self.

Bomber hopped off the arch and dive bombed right into the Gastly still holding it's privates (what was left of them anyway) and head butting him full force. The Gastly stumbled backwards and hit his head against he wall next to Emie, falling on his backside in a daze.

The other Gastly charged at Bomber, only to be pecked in the eye. It let out a howl of pain, stumbling backwards into the birdcage that Bomber had originally been in. Following through with his attack, Bomber flapped his wings even harder, creating a gust of air that seemingly came from nowhere. The gust shot at the Gastly, with the burst of wind making him hit his head on the cage.

With the laws of physics set in motion, the cage swung back from the hit, soon to come back for round two, bashing into the back of the Gastly's head again. The Gastly fell forward on it's face with the other Gastly who had previously been impersonating Mikhail charging for Bomber.

As swift as lightning, Bomber flew out of the way. The Gastly swung it's arms at him again, missing completely. Bomber pecked at his face with the Gastly cursing, swatting at Bomber. Once again, he missed as Bomber flew around him.

"I might be small," Bomber told him from behind. "but I'm faster than the two of you combined!"

Getting some speed, he flew directly into the back of it's head with a power hit. The Gastly fell forward onto it's face, unable to move. He laid there on the floor with his body slowly turning to mist.

"Impossible..." he muttered as he began to disappear. "A Pidgey beat...me?..."

He faded away with Emie still shaking in the corner, stark naked. She no longer covered herself, staring at Bomber and the last remaining Gastly that stood up from the floor. He looked at where his Gastly partner had been, enraged that he had faded away. Bomber watched him motion his hands, somehow managing to spawn a stick in his hand that had damp cloth on the end of it. Cocking his head, Bomber snickered at him as he flapped his wings to fly in place.

"Oh, a stick..." Bomber said cockily. "I'm so afraid of you."

The Gastly lowered the stick towards one of the candles in the room, lighting the cloth on fire. Bomber wasn't as cocky as before, lowered his head a little as he flapped.

"That's...slightly more intimidating," Bomber admitted, "but that's not going to stop me."

"We'll see about that." The Gastly said pulling his arm back. He swung the stick at Bomber with and unnatural chain of fire leaping towards him. Bomber watched as it hurdled towards him, only with one option.

He began to flap his wings as hard as he could with the fire in front of him only growing in size, but instead of coming at him, it went back to the Gastly. Fire engulfed the Gastly as it flailed around. Emie watched in awe as it turned to mist, taking the fire and the stick with it. Bomber flapped down the floor with a pant, relieved to know that he lived to die another day.

Bomber turned, blushing behind his feathers when he saw Emie naked, finally having time to get a full look at her. A large smile grew on her face as excitement overcame her. Pushing the goggles buck up on his aviator cap, Bomber forced himself to look away in respect for Emie's privacy.

"Are you okay, Emie?" he asked her. He was caught off guard when she ran over to him, scooping him up from the floor. She embraced him with the side of his face being pressed against her bare breasts. They were really soft...

"Birdy saved Emie!" Emie cried with excitement. "Birdy is the best birdy ever! Can Emie repay Birdy somehow?"

Her hug around Bomber unintentional tightened with him letting out a coo of satisfaction.

"A good deed is it's own reward, I suppose." he told light hearted, still with her breasts pushing up against the side of his face. It was more than he could have asked for honestly, not daring show any sign of struggle in fear she'd stop.

A door appeared from nowhere with it opening. Rachel, Laurence, and Otto stepped inside. Emie saw all of them, still holding onto Bomber.

"Rachel!" she said happily. "Otto!"

She saw Laurence and remembered the piece of paper they had all found. She hugged onto Bomber even tighter with him letting out a stupid laugh of enjoyment.

"Scary man?..." she said confused. Rachel was too surprised to see Emie naked, let alone with Bomber pressed up against her boobs. Otto instantly snapped out of his 'I-killed-my-mom' trance, realizing that Emie was bare ass naked. His mouth dropped slightly, with him staring at her hips. Laurence was the only one who was more confused than surprised.

"I'm not as scary as you might think." Laurence told her, glaceing at her naked body. "You seem to be rather fond of the Pidgey you're smothering with your well developed breasts. Might I ask why?"

Emie liked the sound of his voice. It made her feel smart just by listening to it. Her smile returned with her tooth sticking out like it always did when she was excited.

"Birdy saved Emie!" she told him. "There were two weird people that wanted to be icky to Emie and Birdy, but Birdy saved Emie from the weird people!"

"Weird people, you say?" Laurence said surprised. "I feel compelled to introduce myself properly to a Pidgey with the skill to take down two Gastlys, but I see he's preoccupied at the moment."

Bomber rubbed the side of his head against her breast, clearly enjoying himself. Emie giggled when he bumped into her nipple.

"That tickles!" she giggled innocently. Otto had to look away. Seeing Emie naked made it impossible to think. Rachel shook her head in disbelief.

"You dirty little kitty cat." Rachel snickered. "Where are your clothes?"

Laurence looked around the room, frowning to see that there were still people missing.

"It seems we've yet to find your friend in the hat and the Growlithe." he told her. "We best press onward before it's too late."

Emie dropped Bomber on accident when she remembered Matt and Sissy had been taken as well, not intending on dropping poor Bomber in his state of euphoria.

"Matt and Sissy are still missing?!" Emie said panicked. Otto blushed, glancing at her naked self once again. She was so shameless about her body it was almost sad. Bomber got up from the floor with a sigh.

"All good things must come to an end..." he told himself saddened.

And with that, the search continued.