The Mimikyu Stalker (Patreon)

Quick and spooky little Halloween story. Still got a vote story or two to do before I get into Fightember's stories, but this fell into place so naturally and felt fitting with the season. A pokegirl Mimikyu happens upon some campers that come into her haunting grounds and the creepy, horny little copycat demands some attention. Leads to various scary and goofy results, depending on who's asking. If you don't know, the short version is Mimikyu is some vague, spooky shadow of a pokemon who's always lonely so it dresses up as Pikachu to make you love it.

Not necessarily in my Pokegirl Adventures story, but that sort of energy. I was loosely basing the look off of this https://twitter.com/BunneMilk/status/1708522788045431134/photo/1 but it changes here and there, plus how weird and unknown Mimikyu's true form works.

The three trainers sat around the campfire, picking at snacks and poking at the crackling wood. Their teams had been wiped between traveling this far out and battling each other, so they were left with no choice but to camp out and wait for the morning to hike back to a pokemon center. They had come across a collection of abandoned cabins, old and worn down but with enough structure to them to provide some ok shelter for a night. They hadn’t found any pokemon to scare off. It was all actually strangely untouched, like not even the bugs wanted to come here.

Luke was short and scrawny, hiding it all beneath a baggy black hoodie and sweats. He had dark hair over one eye and a pale complexion. He munched on a smore as he glanced at his latest travel companions.

Gloria was a tall, tan blonde, almost Luke’s opposite. She was big on gyaru fashion, dressed in a flashy mix of pastel pinks, loose long socks and a plaid skirt. She had some bright makeup on that she’d spent a while fixing when they first settled down. Now she was just checking her pokephone and texting her friends. She was cute, but Luke knew he wouldn’t have a chance with her, especially with Jordan around. He was a thickly muscled guy with short brown hair, an outdoorsy tan, and all the brains of a pile of rocks. He wore a tight muscle shirt and jeans, clearly better suited to traveling than the other two. He at least knew how to start a fire for them, but the beefy himbo wasn’t very useful at much else.

“So what brings you all out here?” Jordan asked cheerfully.

Gloria gave an annoyed scoff.

“Ugh! I got lost on the way to Chartreuse Town. I got turned around in the woods and had to fend off a bunch of pissy Elekids before I found you guys.”

Luke looked around him and shrugged. “Wait, you got here by mistake? You guys didn’t come looking for the local legend?”

Jordan and Gloria looked back at him blankly and shook their heads.

“The story is that there’s a dark shadow that lives in these woods. That it stalks the night, sucking the souls out of unsuspecting people and pokemon. Anyone who’s seen it is found ice cold and paralyzed, and don’t recover for weeks! People aren’t sure if it’s a powerful pokemon or a ghost, or just some psycho in a mask!”

Luke cracked a smile. He was into morbid stories like this, and traveled the world investigating creepy stuff and ghost pokemon.

“Some say it takes the form of others to infiltrate its victims. Or steals their faces. Or just chases them through the night to the brink of death for trespassing on its abandoned campground it calls home!”

Gloria seemed shaken by the ghost story. Maybe he had a chance with her after all if she was scared and looking to share a tent. Jordan took a drink from his canteen and stared blankly into space.

“Hey, Luke?”

“Yea?” he asked, only really interested since he was finally in the spotlight.

“Does this place look like an abandoned campground to you?”

Luke went a bit paler than he usually was. He looked around at the rotted out cabins and the multiple firepits left unused in the area. The night was so quiet that not even the Spearow were making noises.

“I… uh…”

There was a sudden, feral hissing sound. A shadow dropped down from above, landing on the campfire and dousing it in an instant. A tall, crooked figure tilted its head at an unnatural angle, a muddied yellow color to most of it with violently scrawled features on its face. Ugly, scar-like stitching ran across its broad body outlined in the minimalist moonlight.

“Meeeeeee,” it rasped as its head rolled around like it had no spine to speak of.

The group broke into shouts. Luke and Gloria bolted away from the fire into the dark woods. Jordan tried to shout a warning not to get seperated or provoke it any more, but the shadow was already sprinting after the more obvious prey. Luke wove breathlessly through the trees, quickly winding himself while the shadow went after the more brightly colored ganguro. Even Luke saw her flashy keychains, pastel colors and bobbing boobs making her a huge target through the woods. He couldn’t see her pursuer, but he could see her scream and suddenly get yanked back out of sight behind a patch of trees and bushes. The sound of violent struggle could be heard as Luke gasped and ran after her. It took him the better part of a minute to cover the ground, tripping over roots along the way.

“Gloria? Gloria are you there? You went down pretty…”

He passed the bushes and saw the huge mess that was behind them. There were shredded clothes everywhere, but in the clear beam of moonlight he could see their assailant. Luke had read about Mimikyus, but this was something different from all he had ever heard.

She was huge, for one thing. Only about 5’8”, but that was a lot bigger than any size he’d ever heard of for a Mimikyu. She had wide hips and a huge bust, even through the atrocious attempt at a patchwork Pikachu disguise. The hooded costume had an insanely scrawled face on its cover, the rest of it just dirty yellow fabric draped over every inch of her from hip to head. Two floppy ears that could pass for devil horns wobbled around every time she moved her head. Thick, dark purple legs stuck out from under the sheet-like costume, as if she was made of nothing but shadow underneath her robes.

Gloria was pinned beneath her with her clothes completely torn off. The gyaru girl was wide-eyed and horrified, but the bottom half of her face was pinned under the Mimikyu’s huge bust. Her plump tits bounced around as she humped the naked tan girl’s crotch. Her dark, pitch-colored juices dripped out of a visible outline of a pussy on her dark groin, painting like liquid shadow over the blonde’s loins. She shivered as their attacker rode her into the ground, moaning beneath the smothering set of tits. A fat set of nipples puffed up through her costume, poking at Gloria's face until the pokegirl leaned in closer. Her scribbled, expressionless face nuzzled up against her.

“Meeeee kee kuuu~!” it purred in a hissing, raspy tone.

Both Gloria and Luke were dumbstruck as Mimikyu started aggressively kissing the blonde girl. Its face was still a hunk of fabric, but Gloria could feel a wetness growing where the mouth was and a push of something that felt like a tongue. She found herself frozen in place, her heart racing as she felt both cold and hot all at once. The sticky juices dripping out of Mimikyu’s pussy made her skin tingle as it grabbed her legs, lifting them up and starting to hump her harder and faster. Gloria moaned as she was turned nearly upside down, like the Mimikyu was trying to put her in a mating press as she slapped her wet pussy down on her. Gloria broke into a long, moaning cry that vibrated from the intense force of her thrusting. The jackhammering ram of her pussy and the tainting drip of her juices down her quickly had Gloria shrieking, her eyes rolling back in her head as she squirted a confused orgasm over the Mimikyu’s crotch.

It was all about as hot as it was disturbing for Luke to watch. He stared with his jaw dropped open, and once Gloria broke down into a gurgling, unconscious mess, Mimikyu let her legs drop and tossed the used up blonde aside. With an unnatural whip of its body and lolling head, the ragdoll face clearly focused on Luke.

“AH! No no no… get away!”

The emo boy tried to bolt but Mimikyu hurled herself after him. She scrambled on all fours like a ferocious but wounded animal, the drooping fabric that hung over her hand torn enough to resemble oversized claws. She crashed into the emo boy, tackling him to the ground. She tore at his pants with a savage haste, moving too quickly for Luke to comprehend how she was actually gripping and ripping it. Once she had his hard, confused erection exposed, she gave another sinister hiss.

“Keyyyyyy,” she bubbled as she reached up and grabbed her sketchy face.

She grabbed and tore open a part of her hooded material, popping the stitches away to create an opening. The darkness made it so that Luke couldn’t see through the crack well enough to see who or what was under there, but it was unsettling enough to realize that the torn seam went up one of her cheeks rather than where her mouth should be. Mimikyu showed no regard for his confusion or logic as she slammed her limp head down onto his lap and devoured his cock with a messy slurp. The ragdolling head whipped up and down, sucking on Luke with dark and ravenous hunger. She growled and gurgled as a dark drool dripped out of her torn face. Some forked, unseen tongue slathered the scaroused emo boy’s cock, feeling unnaturally chill to the touch. He tried to push at her head, but the stitched together fabric was so loose and flexible that he was unclear where she fit inside it. Mimikyu’s dark juices coated him as her scribbled eyes stared vacantly up at Luke. He shuddered fearfully as his dick pulsed in what he could only assume/hope was the pokegirl’s mouth.

“Meeekeee,” Mimikyu gurgled from somewhere lower in her body than where her head should be.

Luke’s hips bucked up and his eyes rolled back as she seemed to suck his very mind and soul out through his dick. He sputtered and drooled over himself as her shadowy sludge cooled and lubed up his cock and thighs, tingling against his balls. He shot his load into her mouth, and even the heat of his squirting seed quickly died out in her cold maw. Mimikyu’s 2-dimensional eyes stared through him as the goth boy became lightheaded, falling back into the grass with a weak gurgle.

Mimikyu crawled over him, starting to mount him as her shadowy tear started to widen. It loomed over Luke’s head when some footsteps and cracking twigs made her pause. Her seam snapped itself back shut as the eerie pokegirl perked up.

“Kikyu,” she chittered to herself before shifting silently out of sight, dragging her victims along with her.

Jordan came tromping towards the small clearing as gracefully as the himbo did anything else. He looked around for the others, feeling pretty sure that he’d heard something going on. He stepped into the open patch, utterly clueless until Mimikyu sprang out. She let out a long, startling hiss as she raised her ragged claws and her crudely sketched face jostled around.

“Kkkkky!”

“Oh holy shit!” Jordan gasped. “It really is a Pikachu!”

“Kehhh…” Mimikyu found herself trailing off in confusion.

“I love Pikachus! Aw, dude. I’ve been wanting to catch a Pikachu for the longest time, and you’re the cutest one I’ve ever seen.”

“Ki… kyu…”

Mimikyu was speechless. A blush spread across her breast as she squirmed in place. She had never gotten any kind of compliment before, and even the confused one was more than she knew what to deal with.

“You haven’t seen my friends around have you? I think they got scared when you showed up, but they must get nervous around pretty pokegirls. Me though, I’d definitely want to spend all the time I could with an absolute pokebabe like you.”

“MIIII!?”

Blush somehow spread across Mimikyu’s bosom and the ragdoll face flopping around on top. She shook in place, wagging her head around and clutching at her drawn-on cheeks in an outright panic. She writhed in place, frantically thinking of what to do when someone actually liked her. With a few thoughtful chirps, she simply turned around and bent over. She stuck out her shadowy black hips, flipping up the dirty yellow fabric in an attempt to show him her real self. Surely that would explain it, or put him off at least.

“Wow! Already? We must be really hitting it off, Pikachu!”

Jordan obliviously grabbed two handfuls of Mimikyu’s meaty ass as she offered it up. She shrieked in surprise, her floppy head perking up and flailing around in another blushing panic. Her squeal peaked as he pulled her hips back, feeling his large bulge pressing between her cheeks. She might have fainted right there if it didn’t feel so good to have someone giving her the attention she craved for once.

“You really like that, huh? I knew you were just a lonely little Pikachu.”

Jordan reached around the ragged pokegirl, rubbing up her sides until he squeezed her breasts. She shuddered at the surprisingly sweet affection rather than her usual aggressive approach, figuring it was the only way for her to get any at all. She found herself wiggling her hips, grinding her thick ass against the jock’s cock. He groaned appreciatively amidst her sputtering and squeaking.

“Oh that’s good… c’mere, you little cutie.”

Jordan dropped his pants and Mimikyu felt his thick cock slap against one of her midnight ass cheeks.

“Kyuyu!” she whistled in surprise, just to squeak when he slid it down her crack and stuffed it between her thick thighs.

Her shadowy lower half welcomed him into her pussy, bending over completely in front of him. Her listless head drooped at an awkward angle until Jordan started thrusting inside her. Her legs went weak and she dropped to her knees, falling to all fours. Her plump ass stuck up higher and more needily for the buff blonde boy. He gripped her jagged nub of a tail and slammed into her, pushing deeper into her dark void.

“Kyiiii~!” Mimikyu squealed with shocked glee.

“Mmf! Tighter than a pokeball,” Jordan groaned as he kept pounding away at her, slapping his balls against her thick thighs.

Her dark sexual juices dribbled over the grass beneath them, spreading like a sticky shadow beneath her. Jordan just groped at her breasts, squashing and molding around in his hand. Mimikyu’s head rotated around in a half circle, staring at him with her doodled face. The buff blonde didn’t think twice about leaning in and kissing the scarecrow of a head. He couldn’t put his tongue inside, but he certainly felt something writhing excitedly (if vaguely) on the other side of the fabric. He ground his hips in a firm tease inside her, brushing his cock inside her shadowy  anatomy.

Mimikyu’s whole shape shuddered and it felt like the shadows around them only grew darker as she clenched up. Her pussy clutched greedily around him and Jordan felt a strange mass of shadowy tentacles wrap around his dick, squeezing and stroking it from more directions that he’d have considered they could. They tugged on him to keep him stuck inside her as she bucked back and forth, rapidly humping his dick. Jordan clutched her plump tits and moved his weight back towards his heels, pulling Mimikyu into her lap. She squeaked and squeaked as she came wildly, squirting her obsidian cum out into the night.

As Mimikyu slumped into a truly limp state in Jordan’s grasp, the darkest of the shadows started to fade. Her dark cum bubbled and evaporated as she remained mounted on the trainer’s cock, nuzzling into place. Her listing head nuzzled against his chin affectionately as she let out a low, raspy purr.

“There ya go… I figured you just wanted some attention.”

Jordan patted the hooded head like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“In fact, how’d you feel about joining my team? I’ve got some spare pokeballs back at camp.”

“Mimiii~!” Mimikyu chirped happily, snuggling up closer to his chest. She flinched as she felt his thick cock pulse inside her rather than withdraw.

“I guess that can wait… it’s just a formality, and we’ve got all night after all.”

“Keey!?”

Did he say “ALL night!?”

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The following afternoon, Jordan arrived at a pokemon center. He stopped by the front desk, dumping a groaning Luke and Gloria on top of it.

“Heya. Would you mind patching these two up? Their pokemon could use a break too. And I guess mine while you’re at it.”

The confused Nurse Joy took the trainers and the bundle of pokeballs into the back room. A burly, bearded man stepped up and smiled at him. The hiker was looking for an easy win, so he had been hanging out at the center hoping to run into a weaker trainer.

“Did I hear yer a trainer? I’m waitin’ on some friends, so would ya like to pass some time with a battle?”

Jordan smiled politely.

“Hell yea, man. I got one that’s still good to go, so I can try out my new Pikachu.”

The hiker grinned knowingly. He and his Geodude would have this in the bag…

“Go, Pikachu!”

The lights in the pokemon center all blacked out as a shrill, low cackling emerged from the expanding darkness.

“Keekeekee…”

“OH JESUS FUCK WHAT IS THAT!?”

“What’s the matter? Never seen a Pikachu before?” Jordan asked, shrugging from the center of the ghostly aura.