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An Absolute Sleazebag Has Entered the World of Pokemon?

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It was all dark and he was falling. His body felt light, like he was only an outline of himself drifting through some void. His head felt soupy, like he was fresh from delirious sleep. He could feel his limbs, outstretched, but found he couldn't move them. He fell for what seemed to be an eternity before it came to an end in what felt like sitting in a mostly uncomfortable chair. He tried to adjust, to find a comfortable spot, and still found he had no control over his own body.

Well, this fucking sucked.

He stared off into the featureless dark, trying to perceive any possible shape, anything recognizable. But there was nothing. So he must be dead, then. That could be the only logical conclusion, right? He was dead and, given the looks of things, hadn't ended up in a very good place. Was this meant to be eternity? He tried to move again and found it a complete impossibility. Well, he couldn't help but to admit that maybe he deserved it, but that didn't make him feel better about the situation.

There was a building sound, like wind whipping together, and a loud pop and before him was a chair, and a women sitting in it. She had short pink hair and wide, expressive blue eyes. She wore a similarly pink dress that went to mid-thigh. In her hands she held a clipboard and a pink pen, which he thought was sort of excessive. “Sorry for the wait,” the woman sighed. “There was a... mix-up that we were trying to get sorted out.”

He tried to speak and nothing came out.

“Well, I suppose I should start with the basics. You're dead. Maybe you figured that out, already. You're currently in what we call a nexus, some place in between worlds. Normally we would have shipped you off already, but like I said, there's been a bit of a clerical error,” she flipped through some pages on the clipboard. “Before I get much more into that, I'd like to ask how much you can remember. Anything at all that comes to mind.”

He found feeling returning to his throat, his jaw, and he could feel his tongue press around his mouth. He tried to speak again and there was a dusty croak, a click from somewhere deep in his throat. Just that simple act seemed to exhaust him and he sunk (as much as he could with no apparent body) into the chair. “You're probably still tired from dying. Seems here like it was quite traumatic! That's okay. You won't need to know anything where you're going,” she cleared her throat, flipped more pages. “So, you see, originally your soul was destined for Hell. But I'm afraid that your name was quite similar to another person's, you see, and the two of you were mixed up.

“Now, we've already shipped the other one off to Hell, and there's so take backs,” she said. “Lucky for you! Looks like you've avoided eternal punishment despite all your heinous crimes. Now, we must still fulfill this order for a soul, so you'll be taking their place. Do you understand? You're going to be reincarnated into another world. Is this all making sense to you?”

He gave his best shrug. The woman seemed to accept that as an answer. “You'll be, let's see here... an eighteen year old boy from the Kanto region by the name of 'Red.' Today is the day you and two others will be receiving your first pokemon. Well, isn't that special.”

He tried talking again and realized that he could make sounds, but now it seemed like he had forgotten what words were. That's what it felt like, anyway. And none of the things this woman was saying seemed to be real words. What the hell was a Kanto? “Okay, you should be able to get a handle on things from there. It's a simple world, so you should be able to adjust without ostracizing yourself,” the woman set the clipboard aside. “You'll be waking up in bed, and things might hit you all at once, so if you feel a sense of dread and rising panic, just know that is completely normal. Expected, even.”

If any of this was supposed to be comforting, it was not.

“I suppose we should get you out of here,” she smiled. “Are there any last questions you'd like to ask before you go?”

He rallied himself together and forced the words out of his throat. “You... have nice... tits.”

She looked down at her ample breasts, pressing against the fabric of her dress. “Well. Thank you.”

She snapped her fingers and the world exploded with light.

 

He woke up in bed, staring at a soft blue ceiling illuminated by gentle morning light, repossessed of mortal flesh. His vision was sleep bleary and he rubbed at his eyes. What the fuck had that been all about? He pushed himself to a sitting position. It all seemed like a distant dream, the woman in pink, and yet here he was... somewhere that seemed distinctly not where he had been before, though he couldn't really recall his world of origin, either.

He looked around the room. It was decorated with posters, stuffed toys, all of a large variety of creatures. There was only one he really recognized, a yellow mouse looking thing with red cheeks. “Pikachu,” he muttered, and nearly jumped at his own voice. Rather, he jumped because the voice coming out of him wasn't his own. He got out of bed and went to the mirror. The face looking back wasn't his own, or at least he knew it wasn't his... but he couldn't remember his old face, either. The person he was now at least seemed handsome. He ran his hand through his hair, brown and messy from bed. Then he paused, and tugged at the waist of his pants.

Oh, thank God. At least he was hung.

He went to the window and peered out it. Where ever he was seemed like a pleasant little village with rolling green hills and several windmills dotting the landscape. He watched a flock of birds fly through the air, small brown and white things. They almost seemed like normal birds, “almost” being the operative word. There was something off about them. He rubbed his chin, stalking back to his bed and taking a seat. What were those things called?

He looked again at the Pikachu poster.

“Holy shit,” his eyes widened. All the puzzle pieces seemed to click into place then. “Pokemon. I'm in fucking Pokemon!” He fell back onto the bed, a grin plastered across his face. So that whole thing with the woman in pink had been real. It hadn't been some hallucination, some strange fever dream. He'd really been born into a new world... one ripe to take advantage of. Right? What would the consequences be? The woman had said it was a simple world to the point that he wouldn't have to remember that he was “really” some kid named Red. All at once his mind was reeling from the possibilities.

Anything he wanted.

From downstairs, a woman's voice called, “Red! Sweetie, are you up? It's time for breakfast!”

He took a minute to compose himself, to tamp down the welling excitement, and walked down the stairs. There came drifting the smell of cooking bacon, eggs, and it made his mouth water. As he came to the bottom of the steps he froze in place. A woman, his mother presumably, flitted about the kitchen. She wore a robe and slippers, and she had maybe the fattest ass he'd ever seen in person. She turned around and smiled at him when she noticed he was standing there. A set of full, round tits were somehow stuffed away behind that robe. “Motherfuck you're thick,” he muttered.

“Hm?” she asked, busying herself with her cooking.

“Uh, nothing,” he shook his head and took a seat at the dining room table. It was a little house but it was cozy. It was an open kitchen that led directly to the living area, with the table he was sitting at now, and a couch situated in front of a television. It had women like that, and modern amenities? He smiled to himself. He really had hit the jackpot.

His mom came over with a plate stacked with eggs, bacon, and toast, setting it on the table in front of him. “Happy birthday, honey,” she said, tousling his hair. “I can't believe you're such a grown man, now.”

He hugged her, his face at just the right height from where he was sitting to bury into her chest. “This is the best birthday ever, Mom.”

 

After breakfast he found himself pushed out the door with just his backpack. He was wearing now a red jacket with matching hat, a black shirt, and blue jeans. It seemed maybe a little dorky to him, but he supposed it could have been worse. What was a problem was that he was supposed to be heading to Professor Oak's lab. He, of course, had no earthly idea where that would be. He began to trudge along the road that led away from his house. It was paved, but was just earth, not concrete or anything.

As he walked he tried to remember anything he could about Pokemon. It had never been his thing (not that he could really remember, but that felt true), and most of his information on it had come from just seeing it around. At least he knew what a Pikachu was. Oh, well. It didn't seem like he'd be required to have such a depth of knowledge. He soon came into town proper, his house having been a bit outside of the main cluster of homes. People were walking around, going about their day, and they waved or said hello as they passed. It was quaint in a nice way.

“There you are, loser! We've been looking everywhere for you.”

Red whirled around.

Standing there was a boy and a girl, his age it looked like.

The boy had a shock of brown hair and a baggy blue sweater. He had otherwise dark pants and some strange boots with straps. There was a smug look on his face that rubbed Red the wrong way near instantly.

The girl had long brown hair and wore a simple black dress and black shoes, with white gloves. She had little in the way of a chest, but the curve of her hips made that dress strain in a way pleasing to the eye. She smiled almost apologetically. “It wasn't everywhere, don't worry,” she waved a hand dismissively at the boy. “You know how Blue gets.”

Blue. That was the name of the boy, then. “Uh, yeah. My mom made a big breakfast, wouldn't let me go until I was finished,” Red shrugged. “So, why don't we get to the... lab?”

The three of them began to walk. “I'm gonna pick my starter first,” Blue said. “He's my grandpa after all, so I should get first dibs.”

“That's okay with me,” the girl said. “I don't mind who my pokemon is. I think they're all cool. What about you, Red?”

“Uh, I don't know,” he shrugged. “I can work with whatever, y'know?” He wracked his brain trying to recall exactly what the starter pokemon were. He knew the basics, that there was one fire-type, one water-type, and one grass-type. Bulbasaur... Charmander, definitely. Squirtle was the last one? He was pretty sure about that. He found that trying to recall anything from the old world made his head swim a bit.

It didn't take them long to arrive at the lab, a larger and more elaborate looking building than the rest in town. Blue led them inside. It was full of bookshelves that were stuffed with books, and various aides ran around getting vague things done. Red barely paid any of this attention, because the girl was walking in front of him and he had become entranced by the sway of her ass. It was full and round, perfectly slappable. And the sway of her hips as she walked... he could feel himself twitch against his pants.

They walked towards the back, which was up a small set of stairs to a raised area that overlooked the rest of the lab. Here there was a lot of machinery hooked up to various computers. In the center was a table bearing three Poke Balls, which Red assumed held the starters inside. Standing beside the table was the professor, engrossed in some research before he noticed the three of them. “Oh! There you are,” he said, setting the papers down. He was an older man, with lighter hair that was almost graying. He had kind eyes set beneath thick eyebrows. He had on a lab coat, beneath which he wore a purple collared shirt and slacks. Red also couldn't help but notice the slippers he wore, too. “I'm sure the three of you are very excited to be receiving your pokemon today!”

The three of them stood together, Red in the middle, Blue on his left side and the girl on his right. He glanced at her. He felt like he should probably find a way to learn her name. The professor was talking, droning on about responsibility or something. Red was sure it was all very inspiring, but it was hard for anything to take his attention off the bountiful ass standing right next to him. He kept sneaking peeks at it, and if anyone had been paying attention it surely would have been obvious. But no one was saying anything.

He glanced at Professor Oak, who was holding up some red devices (PokeDex?) and saying something about the importance of befriending pokemon. All very interesting, Red was sure. He reached a hand over and rested it on the shelf of the girl's ass. He could feel her tense up, and she looked at him... but didn't say anything. Didn't move, or stop him. Red kept his gaze very fixed upon the talking professor. His hand ran down the curve of her butt, feeling the soft fabric, and came to where the hem of her dress met her thighs.

Her thighs were plush, soft, and he ran his fingers long them before snaking his hand beneath the dress. Blue was saying something now to his grandfather, gesturing to the table, and Red was sure the professor replied, but he didn't catch it. His hand cupped one fat cheek of the girl's ass, squeezing it hard. It was yielding, like grabbing a handful of pillow. She let out a shuddered breath and steadied herself. He traced along the outline of her panties, every so often slipping his fingers beneath them a little.

Now he could feel his dick straining against the constraints of his jeans. He was so hard it nearly hurt, and he bit down on his lips as his hand worked. He jerked the back of her dress up, exposing her to anyone who would be behind her, and slipped his hand fully down her panties. Her hands pressed against the front of her dress, trying to keep that side down. There was a pink tint to her face now, and he could tell she was struggling to pay attention.

His middle finger slid until he found her asshole. It winked against his touch, and he ran a little circle around it. She let out another little breath and raised a hand to her mouth, trying to keep silent. He pressed, gently, until he felt the tip of his finger gain entrance into her ass. It was warm, tight around where it gripped his finger. He held it there for a moment, letting her ass get used to being stretched before he pushed in farther. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks fully flushed now, and the hand over her mouth almost trembled.

“Well, I suppose I've been talking long enough,” Professor Oak said, smiling at himself. “Now, which of you would like to pick your pokemon first?”

Red began to slide his finger out of her before plunging it back in, slow, hard thrusts. “Ah!” she moaned, finally losing her composure. She quickly tried to regain herself. “I really think that Blue should pick first! He was the first to call dibs, I mean...”

“Very kind of you, Green,” the professor said. He looked at Red. “Is that alright with you?”

“Sure is,” Red nodded. His finger was pistoning in and out of her. He could see her legs shaking as she struggled to stand. He could feel her trying to buck back against his hand as he fingerfucked her. “Go ahead, Blue.”

Blue stepped forward, looking over all three Poke Balls. Red leaned over and whispered into Green's ear, “you're a little ass slut, aren't you?”

She bit down on her hand, suppressing another moan, as the other grabbed onto Red's shoulder for support. With a grin, he pulled his finger out of her and gave her ass a soft smack, before tugging the dress back into place. He jammed his hands into his pockets. Green wobbled as she steadied herself, adjusting her dress, trying to slow her breathing. He gave her one last glance, and saw a wet trail running down the inside of a thigh.

“I think I'll pick this one,” Blue said, snatching up a Poke Ball. “You can go next, Red. I'm just that kind!”

“Don't mind if I do,” Red said, smirking.

He was going to like it here, he thought.

 

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“I can't believe that prick beat me!” Red barked. He and Green were making their way through Route 1, Red stomping his way into the lead. “I mean, what kind of horseshit is that? He clearly had the better one than I did.”

“Bulbasaur is better than Squirtle, you're right,” Green said. “But, really, it's no big deal. You both just got your pokemon, it was more of a coin flip than a real battle. He was just a little luckier than you were. You'll get better with time.”

He turned to her. “You think so? All it takes is training, right? Squirtle and I can just go looking for wild things to beat up.”

“Well... I wouldn't put it so crassly but, yes,” Green nodded. “It's that or battling other trainers. Though we haven't seen anyone yet.”

Red unhooked Squirtle's Poke Ball from his belt and chucked it, unleashing the tiny blue turtle into the tall grass. It looked around before toddling over to it's master. He knelt and put one hand on the little creature's shoulder. “Alright, buddy. We're not going to let that first loss keep us down. We're gonna go into that grass, and we're gonna get your little muscles pumped. You're gonna be the strongest pokemon this side of the... well, I'm sure there's a river somewhere. What do you think, pal?”

Squirtle curled its arms inwards, a determined expression on its face. Blue watched the two of them run off into the grass. “I'll just wait here, I guess,” she sighed and sat down.

 

Red crouched behind Squirtle. In a small clearing, just a circle of clear earth, was a little purple rat. It stood on its haunches, nibbling at some kind of seed. Its ears jerked as it listened for sounds, and its tail made gentle sweeps in the ground behind it. “Okay, buddy,” Red whispered, pointing to the rat. “That's gonna be our opponent. Just think of it as the first stepping stone of the flight of stairs to victory. Go get him!”

Squirtle nodded and toddled out of the bushes. The rat jumped, surprised, and lowered to all fours in flash, tail sticking up ramrod straight. It made a scathing hiss as Red stood. “Don't I have a thing for this?” he mumbled, patting his back pockets. He pulled the PokeDex out and flipped it open. It chimed to life, the screen flickering on. “Oh, neat! What button do I press to learn about this thing?”

Squirtle bounded forward and cracked its skull against the rat's. They both stumbled away from each other, the water-type's eyes swimming in their sockets. Red glanced up from the machine. “You got it, buddy,” he called, distracted at the image of the wild pokemon flashing onto screen. “Rattata, huh? I think I'd heard of that one...” Rattata lunged forward, its fangs sinking into the meat of Squirtle's arm. The turtle wailed, flailing its arm, running in circles trying to free itself from the rat's crushing jaws.

“Oh, shit, that looks bad,” Red stuffed the PokeDex back into his pocket. “Hey, can't you do water stuff? Do that! Do the water thing!” Squirtle turned its head, and its cheeks began to swell with sloshing water. Red shuffled away as it opened its mouth, blasting a high powered spray of water into the rat pokemon's face. It was like a fire hydrant had just exploded, and the Rattata went curling away across the ground, rolling over itself. “Christ that was awesome.”

Rattata struggled to its feet and came tackling forward again. Squirtle braced itself and then swung its tail around, batting the normal-type to the ground. Rattata scrambled around and bit into the turtle's ankle. Squirtle yelped and jumped, pulling its limbs into its shell and dropping shell down on top of the Rattata. There was a thunk and the rat collapsed. After a minute, Squirtle rolled off it, pushing itself to stand. “Well hey! There you go, nicely done,” Red said. He pushed at the unconscious Rattata with his foot. “We just have to do that... more, and we'll be strong in no time.”

Squirtle looked up at him, bewildered.

After an hour or so of tiny skirmishes, Red finally stumbled his way back to the spot where Green was sitting. “Whew, that was a lot,” he took his cap off and wiped at the sweat on his forehead. After surveying the area for a moment, he glanced down at Green, who was looking up at him from where she was sitting. “...You weren't there that whole time?”

Green gaped.

“I swear I was having a conversation with you,” Red looked over his shoulder, confused. “Huh. That's crazy. Why didn't you just follow me?”

“I... I don't know. I didn't think you'd be gone that long,” Green said. “Are you done training now? Are you ready to move on?”

“Eh, I think Squirtle's got one more battle left in him,” Red said. “You should come watch, we're getting pretty kick ass.”

Green stood up, wiping at the grass on her dress. “Well, I don't have anywhere else to go.”

They pushed back into the tall grass, and Red released Squirtle from its ball once again. She noted that the water-type seemed particularly haggard. They came upon a rather large tree, one that seemed quite old and Red approached it, leaning one palm against it as he stared up into its foliage. “What do you say? I bet there's something really cool up there,” he said. “Why don't you just give the tree a few knocks, Squirtle, see what you can shake out of there?”

“I don't think that's a good idea,” she said. “Pokemon tend to get mad if you wake them up.”

Red waved a hand, dismissing her. Squirtle backed up a few paces and then threw its shell against the tree. The leaves rustled and there was faint hollow knock. They waited a few seconds. “Try again,” he said. Squirtle did, and some leaves fell, twirling to the ground, but again there was no response.

“I really don't think you should push your luck,” Green sighed.

“Squirtle is my boy, he can handle whatever,” Red said. Squirtle rasped its agreement, but its breathing looked a bit on the heavy side. “Give it one more try.” The turtle rammed into the tree once more. After a few seconds, a shadow darkened the ground around Red. He looked up, and peering out of the treetop was a long necked, brown bird that had the most pissed off look on its face.

“Red... don't move,” she whispered. “I told you so!”

His hand slowly reached and slid the PokeDex from its place. He held it out in front of him, as if it would wear off the bird's attacks, and flipped it open. The screen generated a picture of the pokemon, labeling it as Fearow. “Prone to aggressive behavior...” Red read to himself. “Maybe this one's nice?”

Fearow spread its wingspan to its full length and let out an ear wrenching cry. It took to the air and dropped to the ground in front of Squirtle, billowing up dust around it. Squirtle puffed itself out, trying to look bigger than it already was. “Uh, actually Squirtle, maybe we should learn to stay humble,” Red backed towards Green. “No reason to get too big for britches, y'know?”

Squirtle anchored itself to the ground and let loose a blast of water, the force enough to push the turtle backwards some, bowling the flying-type over, crashing it against the tree. Red leaned back towards Green and said, “see? No reason to worry.” Fearow kicked itself off the tree and dove through the air, merely clipping Squirtle with the blade of its wing and knocking the water-type onto its back. Then it swerved in the air, now angling to dive bomb Squirtle with the point of its beak.

“Get out of there!” Red yelped.

Squirtle tried to roll to its side and failed, wobbling in place on its domed back. It was simply too tired to manage enough effort. Before Fearow could make impact a gout of flame spewed forth, bathing the bird's face in heat. It rolled out of its descent, bouncing along the ground with the momentum. Green's Charmander ran over and helped Squirtle into a sitting position, patting the turtle's back.

Red turned to Green. “You saved Squirtle!”

“I really wish I wouldn't have had to,” she sighed. “You need to learn responsibility, Red. You have to know your limitations.”

“Yeah, sure, right,” Red turned back to the battle. “That stuff all comes with time.”

She rubbed at her temples, closing her eyes, a feeble attempt to ward off the coming headache. Fearow stood, rolling its neck and shoulders, blowing out the wisps of flame that had clung to it. It beat its wings and squawked. Charmander and Squirtle let loose a pair of growls quaint in comparison. “Hey, make more with the water,” Red urged. “You've got a shot if you keep that up.” Squirtle's belly bulged, but when it opened its mouth all that came forth with was a trickle of what seemed more saliva than regular water. “That doesn't seem good.”

“It's not. Your pokemon's out of energy,” Green said.

Fearow stepped forward and swung out with one wing. It whacked Charmander under the chin, sending it on its back, but Squirtle slid under and continued forward in a run. It tackled, throwing its weight behind the attack. The bird simply lifted a leg and the water-type cracked its head against the tree. Fearow snatched Squirtle's tail in its talons and tossed it, sending it tumbling back to land by Charmander in a heap.

“Do you think they've done enough damage that we could catch it?” Red asked.

“I don't have any Poke Balls,” She said. “Do you?”

“The professor didn't give us any?” He patted at his pockets. “Oh, what the Christ.”

Fearow ran forward, wings raised.

The fire lizard wobbled to its feet and grabbed Squirtle by the tail, the rest of the water-type still inside its shell. Charmander's breathing seemed labored, and it winced as it adjusted itself. As Fearow neared it pulled its head back, building momentum to strike. Green's eyes widened. “Now, Charmander! Swing now!”

As the flying-type's heard surged forward, like a striking snake, Charmander swung Squirtle and cracked its shell against the side of the bird's head. Fearow's eyes went wide and it froze, staring out at nothing. There was a long, terrible pause. And then the bird slumped over, defeated. She let loose a sigh of relief and scooped her starter into her arms. “Oh, you did so good. I'm proud of you.”

“Did your pokemon just use mine as a weapon?” Red asked, staring down at the shell of his pokemon.

“Let's just get out of here, please. You're done training for the day.”

 

The moon had settled in the sky, and shrouded Route 1 in the dim light of stars. Red and Green walked, their pokemon safely tucked away into their balls, resting. Red yawned and stretched. “I don't know about you, but I think I could use some rest.”

“Me too,” she yawned in kind.

“Lie down.”

“Huh?”

“Hurry up. I need a place to sit.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I said lie down,” he said. “Now.”

She stared him in the eyes, and then slowly sank to her knees. He ran this hands through her hair, silky and soft. “That's a good girl,” he murmured. She laid down on her back, hair spread about her, and she watched as he undid his belt and stripped his jeans off, tossing them to the side. Then he stood over her face and got to his knees before kneeling back onto her, smothering her. “Yeah, I definitely need to rest my feet.”

Her hands came up, grabbing at his butt, her grip tight. He traced one hand along the curves of her chest, running a finger down between her breasts. Her feet squirmed in the dirt and her touch became insistent, kneading his ass. “You know, you've got a tight little body,” he said. He took one breast in hand, roughly grabbing it through the dress. He could feel the hard nub of her nipple beneath, and he tweaked it. Her hips jerked up at the touch. “I think it's time I got a better look at it.”

He leaned forward, finally freeing her to take a gasping breath. He yanked at the edge of her dress and pulled it up, revealing first her full thighs, soft green panties decorated with some grass-type pokemon, and then the toned plain of her belly. His hand tickled across her side, groping at her curvature. He pulled the rest back over the mounds of her tits, pushed up nicely by her grass-type matching bra. He undid the front clasp and her boobs came free as the bra fell off. They were just the size for handfuls, and her nipples were a candy pink. “Ngh, you stink,” she muttered. “And you're kind of sweaty.”

“Seems to me that you don't care,” he smirked, sliding one finger against her soaked panties. Her hips twisted at that, tingles of lust wriggling through her. “I think that you're kind of a whore, and that this is getting you more turned on than you've ever been.” He sat back down on her face, grinding into her. His fingers traced around the edges of her pussy over the underwear, making her squirm more beneath him. He slowly drew his hand back to him, a slow slide over her vagina, over her belly to rest between her tits. Her hands were rapidly grabbing and massaging his ass as she struggled for breath.

He took one of her nipples between his fingers and pinched, twisting and pulling them. Her thighs clenched together, and she squealed beneath him. He alternated between rough massages and tweaking her tits, her broad milky thighs grinding into each other. He reached over and smacked one of them, a meaty sound, and she jerked beneath him. Immediately the skin began to redden, so he gave the other thigh a matching mark.

She was struggling beneath him, kicking at the ground now, so he leaned forward again. Green took in large, gulping breaths, thighs still dancing with each other. “Tell me you like it,” Red said. “I want to hear you say it.”

Silence.

He took one nipple and pinched. She yelped, her fingers digging deep into his ass cheeks. “Say it, Green.”

“I...” she paused. “I love it.”

“Now tell me what you want.”

More flustered silence. He grabbed her knees and gently spread her legs apart. Her thighs were messy with wet, thin strands bridging them. He slid a hand beneath her panties, slicking his fingers, grazing them over her slit. She gave a soft moan, spreading her legs wider. “Just tell me what you want.”

“I want you to sit on my face and make me cum.”

He pushed the underwear down her legs, to her knees, and then dropped back down on her face. Her arms circled around his legs, her hands once again grabbing onto his ass, but now she held him in place as his fingers began to ghost over her pussy, light touches that made her jerk in response. He grazed gently over her clit, just a bit more contact than he'd been giving, and she gave a muffled moan of need.

He pressed his middle and ring finger inside her, into her wet warmth. She groaned as he massaged the inside of her, his fingers curling, beckoning her hips into thrusting. She was writhing from the pleasure, from the lack of oxygen. He was fingering her hard and she was fucking back against his hand with desperation. She whined, pulling him tighter to her face and he pulled his fingers free, now rubbing gentle circles into her clit.

Her legs began to tremble, her thrusting shifting from frequent, fast, to slower, harder as she failed to keep control. She was holding her breath now, her face pressed as deep into his ass as it could be as he worked her over. Finally her body began to shiver, hips jerking spasmodically, and he could feel her begin to cream, his fingers working up white lathered cum as he rubbed. When she'd finished, he pulled free from her face and she sucked in a breath, her face completely flushed, her hair messy.

He moved to keel next to her, and grabbed her chin, angling her face to look at him. “What do you say?”

“Thaaank youu,” she slurred. He raised the two fingers he'd used to get her off and slid them in her mouth. She began to suckle his fingers immediately, her hands coming to hold his wrist while she worked. Pressure pulled at his fingers as she cleaned him with her mouth, her tongue licking and tasting herself. When she was finished she pulled his fingers out with a pop.

Red stood and walked to grab his pants. He stopped and stared up at the moon, yawning. “God damn, I'm tired. How about you?” He glanced over his shoulder, and saw that she was already asleep, snoring softly.

“Ungrateful,” he sighed. He came over, did his best to get her clothes in order, and went about setting his sleeping bag up. He considered her for a moment, and laid a blanket over her. He climbed into his sleeping bag, arms crossed under his head, and looked up at the stars.

“Blue may've beaten me this time, but next time, I'm gonna show that little dick who's really better.”

With smugness settling over him like a comforting blanket, Red fell asleep.

 

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The Mankey's paw cracked into Squirtle's gut, making it stumble back coughing. “Looks like your Squirtle's getting tired, Red!” Blue called, and you could just tell by the vocal tenor he had his best shit eating grin. “Why don't you show me what else you got, huh?”

It was supposed to have been a simple excursion to Route 22 to do some battling, at Green's urging. “I just think it might be a good idea,” she explained as they walked towards Viridian City, its sprawl now within view. “Maybe you'll find a pokemon there you want to catch.”

“Maybe,” Red shrugged. “I haven't seen anything near as cool as Squirtle. Plus he's tough! I think beating that Fearow gave him confidence.”

“Having one strong pokemon won't help you win more battles,” Green said, duly ignoring that it had been her Charmander who had won, technically. “You need a strong team. You can't expect to put your pokemon through a gauntlet of six battles and always expect it to be a sweep. I bet Blue's already got four or five pokemon.”

Red glanced at her. “He does?”

“Well, sure. He's a good trainer. I know it might hurt to hear this, but you might want to take a few lessons from him. If you want to improve, that is.”

“I would like to wipe that look off his face.”

Said look was beleaguering him now, across the battlefield.

“Then let's go do it,” she said. “It's a good idea for the both of us.”

And Red was surprised to find he agreed with her- until, of course, walking out of the dark circle of Hell reserved for him, Blue appeared. One thing had led to another and now here he was wagering his pride again. Red observed the fight, frowning. Squirtle was slowing down some. That monkey thing Blue had whipped out was a surprise, and it seemed to hit like a truck. The PokeDex had read that it was fighting-type, which maybe explained that. “Squirtle, use Water Gun!”

Green had also painstakingly showed him how to access the part of the PokeDex that showed him the techniques a pokemon could learn. Squirtle belted out a hissing geyser of water, hitting the Mankey square in the face and sending it sliding across the ground, digging a gouge out of the ground. The two pokemon had traded blows for sometime, and he was hoping it was enough to keep the thing down.

“There we go!” Blue chimed. He returned Mankey to its ball. “Now this is starting to resemble a real battle. Go, Bulbasaur!”

Ah, fuck.

The grass-type appeared in a flash, and it shook itself underneath the heat of the sun. Squirtle bounded forward to give it the ol patented Head Whack, when Blue shouted “Razor Leaf!” The bulb bulged, and then the sides began to creep open. Before Squirtle could react, a spray of leaves blew out of the plant, slicing against the turtle's skin. By the time the barrage was finished the water-type was collapsed on the ground, unmoving.

Green flinched from the sidelines.

“Ah! So soon?” Blue gave an actor's sigh, letting his shoulders sag. “Oh well. Hey, you did a lot better than last time, pal.”

Red's jaw clenched as he returned Squirtle to the Poke Ball. “Well,” Blue turned to face Green. “I don't suppose you want to battle to?”

“I'll pass,” Green said.

“Well, suit yourself. I'm heading off to Pewter City next,” Blue said. “I heard the gym leader there uses rock-type pokemon. Should be a piece of cake!”

They watched him saunter off, spinning a Poke Ball on his finger (a trick which made Red jealous with rage he could not himself perform it). After he was out of sight, Red slowly turn to look down at Green. “Red, how could I have known he was gonna be here?” Green shrugged. “We just got unlucky is all. A trip to the Pokemon Center and Squirtle'll be right as rain, and we can come back. It's no big deal.”

He slumped, sighing. “That guy pisses me the hell off.”

“I know. You'll get him one day.”

 

Viridian City was surprisingly large but easy enough to find its way around. The people went about their business and it was much different than Pallet Town had been (he had finally snuck a glance at the PokeDex to learn its name). The Pokemon Center was a large building with a massive set of glass sliding doors. Red and Green passed through them, a satisfying whoosh following them as they shut.

The main lobby was warmly lit and quiet, devoid of people or other sounds beside the ambient cooing of machines. Behind the desk next to the main healing apparatus was the nurse, a tall woman with pink hair tied back, capped off with a cute little hat. Red couldn't help but notice the candy pink lipstick adorning her plush lips, or the way her bust strained at the nurse's uniform beneath her apron. “Hi,” she smiled as the two of them came to the desk. “What can I do for you today?”

“Just to get a pokemon healed,” Green said.

“No problem,” Red handed her Squirtle's Poke Ball, and she turned and slotted it to one of the many nodes on the broad face of the machine. She typed some things on a keyboard and the machine began to chug to life, the face going from matte black to slow, shifting colors fading from one into the next. She turned back to face them. “That'll just be a short wait.”

“Jesus, look at your tits,” Red said, reaching out and grabbing one, his fingers sinking into their softness.

“Oh!” the nurse exclaimed.

“R-Red!” Green's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull. “What're you doing?”

“Look at how much better her boobs are than yours,” he said. He reached over with his free hand and groped at her left breast. “Yeah, no competition. This bitch has some tiddies.”

“N-Nurse Joy I'm so-”

The nurse reached over and grabbed Green's other breast, making her yelp. “You're right. These aren't anything compared to mine.”

“Take them out then,” Red commanded. Green watched with bewilderment as Joy began to undo the apron, letting it fall to the floor. She began to unbutton her shirt and as she did it seemed her tits wanted more and more to fall out. The bra she wore barely contained them, and you could still see some of her nipple over the cup. She reached behind and undid her bra. It gave way beneath her breasts and tumbled to the floor. They were huge, round, a sag to them that was mouth watering. Red grabbed the back of Green's head and forced her face into Joy's chest. “See? Your tits are pathetic next to those.” She whined, her face lost in a valley of soft, warm flesh.

He pulled her away and looked at the nurse. “Come here,” he said. “I wanna put those lips to good use.” He watched as the nurse walked out from behind the counter and came to stand in front of him, before dropping to her knees, staring at up at him, one of her hands caressing her own breast. Still holding the back of Green's head he pushed down and she lowered to her knees, her eyes still focused on Joy's boobs.

Red undid his buckle and zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor. Already his cock was tenting his boxers, and just its silhouette snapped Green out of her tiddy daze to stare in even grander shock at the size of him. The nurse reached up with both of her hands and tugged down on his boxers, his dick springing free, hanging heavy and hard. His balls hung full and sagged, and this is where he guided Green's face, pressing her nose into them. “This is for you,” he said, “and this,” he brought Nurse Joy close with this other hand, pressing the head of his cock to her lips. “Is for her.” She gave the head a smooch.

“Red...” Green whined. The heat of him was radiating her face, making something dirty stir in her belly.

“You.” He pressed her face closer. “Her.” He slapped his cock against the nurse's face.

Her tongue flicked out, licking beneath his balls. Another, less hesitant lick drawing from the base of his sack, though she shied away from the base of his cock. One of her hands crept across her thigh, and they would clench as they moved, as if she couldn't help herself. She placed a gentle kiss on his nuts as her fingers found her panties, slipping beneath the fabric. She gave an almost reluctant moan as she sucked a ball into her mouth.

Nurse Joy sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and he grunted as she swirled her tongue around it, treating it like it was candy. He rested a hand on her head, urging her forward. She took in another inch, her blue eyes locking with his. She went further, her tongue savoring every part of him, as her hands began to massage her tits. They squeezed between her fingers as she groped herself. He thrusted, once, hard, moaning, his hand now grasping her hair, and she gagged, spit spilling out of her mouth, running down her chin.

She pulled back, gasping for breath, spit stranding from her chin to his cock. One hand rose to grip his base as she began to lick along the length of it, rubbing it against her face, smearing it with her own drool. The warmth of Green's mouth on his sack and the feeling of Joy's tongue gliding across the bottom of his dick made him groan, and he yanked the nurse's hand off his cock and directed it passed her soft lips, which gripped him like a vice as she began to suck.

He grabbed her head with both hands and began to thrust, hammering into her throat. She gagged around him, tightening, spluttering spit around his dick as he began to facefuck her. Green whined when his thrusting popped his sack from her mouth, her hand rapidly working her pussy over. He gave one final thrust, pressing her head hard, pressing until her nose was pressed to his crotch. Then he pulled free and Joy fell back, coughing, drool coating her face, her tits, which now glistened in the light of the Center.

He took Green's head and pressed it to rest in the nook of the nurse's shoulder. “I'm gonna fuck her tits, and you're gonna watch and learn what you can't do.” The nurse pressed her boobs together and he pushed in, his slick cock sliding between the pillows of her tits, warm and wet because of her drool. One hand held the counter and the other onto Green as he bucked into her chest, his dick passing between their tops. Joy stuck her tongue out, taking him in and out of her mouth, pressing her boobs together a little tighter.

Green nipped at the nurse's shoulder as waves of pleasure rode through her like bursts of static, her hand trembling as her fingers slide inside of her. Red's humping began to pick up speed and his breathing became labored. He pulled his dick free and bucked into his hand as he began to cum, spraying one fat rope that spattered across her breasts. He shuddered, another shot across her chest, another, and he gave another thrust, plastering her tits with a final wave.

“Since you've got the smaller boobs, it's your job to clean her up,” he said, still breathing heavily. Green went to work at once, her tongue trailing down to hill of one breast, the taste of Joy's skin and cum mingling on her tongue. Little kisses, quick licks, nibbles as she searches for each blotch of cum that paints the nurse. Green moaned into Joy's flesh as her fingering grew erratic, her hips starting to buck.

She pulled back and opened her mouth for Red, cum pooled in her mouth. “I got aaaall of it,” she said. Joy grabbed her, pulling her into a deep kiss. Green made a lustful keening, feeling their tongues intermingle, his semen swapping between them, the taste of her mouth and him on her tongue. Her thighs trembled as she came, struggling to keep connected to the kiss, cum running down the sides of their mouths now.

Green finally broke the kiss, falling back to sit against the front desk, taking in air. The healing machine gave a soft tune, and Nurse Joy looked up at him and smiled. “There we are! Is there any other service I can provide for you today?”

 

With Squirtle back in fighting condition, they headed north to Route 2, a shaded route that led to the mouth of the Viridian Forest. “What pokemon do you think I should catch?” Red asked. It seemed that there were at least twenty types, right? Something like that? And he barely knew six of them. He knew that rock-type was weak to water, but he didn't consider he'd have a chance with only Squirtle. And then there were other, future leaders to consider. And Blue. Always Blue. “What type do you think would cover Squirtle the best?”

“Well, I would say either a fire or flying-type, because you're weak against grass, or a ground-type if you're concerned about electric more.” Green said. She watched as her Charmander idly examined the foliage. “I guess if you're worried about the leader, if you could find a grass-type, but you already have water.”

Red eyed a Weedle that climbed the length of a tree. “None of these pokemon seem like anything special. These things won't carry me to the Elite Four. I need something reliable and powerful, like Squirtle.”

“We'll just have to look harder. The best pokemon are also usually the rarest,” she said. “It just takes time.”

“Wait, what about that thing?”

He pointed.

Green looked over to see a Nidoqueen towering over Charmander, staring down at it more inquisitively than aggressively. She gaped in pure awe at the sight of such a rare pokemon. “Hey! That pokemon has bigger tits than you do!” he pointed, laughing.

She punched his arm. “Jerk... you can't capture that. That's a Nidoqueen, the final evolution of Nidoran. We could barely deal with a Fearow, Red, and that thing's way tougher.”

“Yeah, but the Dex here is sayin it's a ground-type. Isn't that what you were sayin I should get? Huh, isn't that crazy?”

“I had thought there were Nidoran around here, but...” she shook her head. “There's no way you can weaken it enough to capture, let alone with only five Poke Balls. And if you waste those, you won't have any money until we get to Pewter, and that's if we run into any trainers in the forest.”

“Weaken it? Five Poke Balls?” he scoffed. “I'm barely gonna need the one. Watch this.”

He unclipped one of the empty Poke Balls from his belt and strode up to the blue pokemon. Its eyes switched from the Charmander to the approaching trainer, and now it seemed to be more on guard. Red stopped five feet away and held the Poke Ball out. “Nidoqueen! I am Red of Pallet Town, and here at the start of my Pokemon journey, I aim to make you my first capture!” He twisted his cap around on his head and reared back, chucking the Poke Ball straight at the Nidoqueen's belly.

The ball cracked open and sucked the pokemon inside, tumbling to the ground. Charmander booked it, running back to its trainer now that the danger was gone. “Wasn't that cool? Wasn't that what he did in the show, or something?”

Green stared at him, wide-eyed. “What?”

“Yeah, right? He did that and he caught a pokemon, I'm pretty sure. A Caterpie or somethin.”

“What are you talking about?”

The ball shook once, the button glowing a deep red.

“Oh, I guess you wouldn't have seen it, whatever,” Red waved a hand, dismissing the notion. He righted the hat back properly on his head.

“Red, did you put any thought into what was gonna happen if that Poke Ball doesn't work?”

“Huh? Oh, haha, I was gonna fuckin run. I bet my Squirtle I'm faster than you.”

“Red!”

The ball shook again.

He turned to look at it. “Hey, isn't that a good thing? Two shakes? It's working, isn't it?”

“I don't believe it,” she muttered, her hand resting against her forehead. “This can't work.”

For the third time it wobbled in the grass.

The light dimmed.

“No way,” Red gawked, excited like a little child.

“He's never gonna have to learn a lesson in his life,” Green sighed.

There was a soft click from the Poke Ball, and it deadened their talking. They simply stared together in shared disbelief. Then, frenetic motion, Red running around in circles tossing the ball up and down, jumping, kicking his heels together. “No way! I did it! I totally did it! I caught my first pokemon and it's huge and has kickass tits!”

“Why,” Green glowered. “Why do you have to talk about its tits.”

“You're the one making it weird. You can't let your insecurities about your own boobs get in the way of my own pokemon's chest superiority. You jealous of a creature, Green? Cause that says more about you than me.”

“I don't even have any insecurities!” she snapped. “Just shut up about the freakin Nidoqueen!”

“Well, Jesus, Green, don't bite my head off. Just because my plan worked and yours didn't doesn't mean you need to be grumpy.”

She glared at him. “Can we please just get to the forest? Can we keep walking?”

“Sure, sure, whatever you want, lady,” he raised his hands defensively.

And so they went, heading to the forest at the end of Route 2. Red couldn't help but grin, feeling the weight of Nidoqueen's Poke Ball bouncing against his thigh. Being a Pokemon Trainer was easy.

 

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The Viridian Forest was sprawling, dense greenage that seemed to hold sight and sound prisoner. It was dark, the canopy brokering not even one sunbeam, and the garrison of thick, sturdy trunks seemed to swallow voices, the chittering of pokemon. It was an oppressive place, made more complex by the lack of any real foot paths. Red struggled, heaving through tangled knots of grass and bushes, Green trailing behind him, smartly letting him do the hard work of trail blazing. “Yeah, alright, this place fucking sucks,” Red fumed, batting away at the frond of plant that was getting a little too friendly. “Why didn't you tell me we were entering Plant Hell?”

“I've been here exactly as many times as you have,” Green shrugged. “I'm sure we'll make a way through. People come and go through here all the time, it can't be that bad.”

But an hour later it seemed they were more lost than before, and she was starting to get a sinking feeling that it was, in fact, that bad. The wild pokemon were aggressive and plenty, and she was thankful for Charmander, whose Ember attack knocked them out flat in one blow. The ones that made it passed the lizard were met with the judicious fist of Nidoqueen, who trod along placidly, seemingly unfazed by any given event. The ground-type was a comforting presence, but she stared at it, wondering if the large pokemon would always be so docile.

“They don't happen to have, like, bug spray at the Mart, do they?” Red grimaced, adjusting the cap on his head. “How do these things keep showing up without me noticing? They're not exactly small...” They pushed through some brush and finally came to a softening in the density, something that could almost be called a clearing, if you had a lack of understanding what the definition of “clear” was.

There was a small, dark pool of water and a few fruiting bushes, dotted through with candy colored berries. “Wow,” Green looked around in wonder. It was a haven of serenity, a purely peaceful place in all this darkness. “Isn't it beautiful, Red?”

He was already walking across toward the pond, recalling his pokemon to her Poke Ball. “I'm just glad there's some water. I've been parched.”

“I don't know if you should drink that,” Green hurried to follow behind him. “It'll probably make you sick.”

He looked at her. “Well, what do you want me to do then? You want me to drink Squirtle's water? You want me drinking turtle spit, Green? Maybe for you, but for this guy? Ha, I think not.”

“She's right, you know.”

They jumped at the entrance of another person. She was a tiny girl, and she shimmied through a pair of bushes, wiping the leaves off as she stumbled out. She had long blond hair tied back into a ponytail that fell down to the small of her back. She wore a vest over a black shirt, and a tiny skirt. There was one inch of delectable thigh before the hem of her high socks. “You'll be out for a few days, drinking that,” she slid the strap of a canteen hanging from her shoulder off and handed it over to him. “Here, have some of mine.”

Red chugged gratefully, and Green rolled her eyes. “Thank you for that,” she stuck her hand out and shook with the other girl. “I'm Green, and this is Red.”

“Nice to meet you. I'm Yellow,” she smiled. “You're trainers, I presume?”

“Yeah, and we're kind of lost trying to get to Pewter City,” Green sighed. “I don't know if you happen to know the way out, but advice would be appreciated.”

“Oh, sure, I can lead you two out of here,” she said. She eyed Red as he screwed the cap back on the canteen. “But first... well, if you aren't busy, I'd like to have a pokemon battle, if either of you are up for it.”

“Huh? Oh, sure! This is the perfect time to test my new pokemon,” Red grinned. “Yeah, I'll take you on.”

“Good,” she turned to walk away, put distance between them for their pokemon, and Red's eyes nearly fell out of his head with how painfully thick her ass was, barely concealed by the skirt. It jiggled as she walked, and he was immaculately disappointed when she wheeled around again to face him. “Standard battle wager?”

“I've got a more interesting one,” Red said. “If I win, you're gonna give that fat ass up to me and my dick. If I lose, I'll let you do whatever you want to this set of holes over here.” He jerked his thumb in Green's direction.

Red.” Green growled.

Yellow seemed to scan over Green's body. “Okay, sure. That works for me. I didn't have much money on me anyway.”

Green squeaked in surprise.

“Don't worry, I won't lose,” Red adjusted the hat on his head, unhooking a ball from his belt. “Not when there's ass on the line.”

Yellow tossed out her Poke Ball and out came a chubby yellow rat, its red cheeks sparkling with electricity. “Oh! I know that one!” Red pointed excitedly. “That's a Pikachu!”

“Those are sort of rare,” Green noted, but internally sighed with relief. Nidoqueen would make short work of it. Not to mention the type disadvantage owed to the electric-type, Nidoqueen simply overpowered it in terms of sheer strength. It was a pokemon seemingly built out of bricks, and hit like a collapsing house.

Red sent out his own Poke Ball and the poison-type came out with a flash. It looked around, disinterested, not even seeming to note the other pokemon readying to battle it. Something shifted in Yellow's stance when the large pokemon entered the field, a subtle frown on her lips. “Pikachu, use Double Team!”

“Heh,” Red chuckled to himself, and then found his humor dampened when multiple Pikachu began to manifest, transient images that danced in the space the electric-type occupied. Then the mouse bolted forward, leaving afterimages in its wake, and it leapt, crashing into Nidoqueen's belly in a tackle. The blue giant barely budged against the hit, grabbing Pikachu by the tail and flinging it back towards the ground dismissively. “Hell yeah! That's the way to do it! Use Poison Sting!”

Nidoqueen looked at him over her shoulder with a surprising amount of disdain for an animal, and began to stalk over to where Pikachu was getting to its feet. It shot forward again, slipping between her legs and biting onto her thick tail before her heavy fist could crash into it. The ground caved beneath the force of the attack, sending up a plume of dirt. The ground-type grunted and shook itself, whipping the Pikachu around and around. Despite it all, the little mouse held on, gnawing on the meat of Nidoqueen's tail.

“Nidoqueen, come on! Use Poison Sting!”

The blue pokemon reached around and ripped the Pikachu from her, holding it in the air as it struggled. Green grimaced, watching the mouse fly across the battlefield to crash against a tree. Nidoqueen was winning, quite clearly, but doing so more on its own prerogative, which was the exact issue she'd been worried about. In a battle like this, there was no chance that the poison-type wouldn't be the clear victor. But with that attitude, Green worried about its chances when it came to real, tougher battles. The looming specter of the Pewter Gym hung over them, and she didn't think Red was ready at all.

Yellow watched the fight, that tiny frown still adorning her face. She had nothing in Pikachu's repertoire that could deal with the absolute monster of battle she was up against. The mouse sent a flurry of electric shocks, trying to bombard the ground-type as she made her slow, trundling passage to her opponent, unflinching in the face of the blitz.

Red sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “Well, you seem like you know what you're doing,” he looked toward Green, shrugging. “That's probably nothing to worry about, right? Nidoqueen's strong enough, she probably knows better than me about how to win a battle.”

Green did not think this was much of an accomplishment.

The blue tower of muscle and flesh stood before the tiny mascot, and raised one heavy foot. Pikachu's eyes widened comically, but before it could react, the swift kick came forward, hooking the mouse in the gut and sending it cracking back against the tree. It slid, and then fell forward onto the ground, tail ramrod straight in the air. “Good job, Nidoqueen!” Red called. There was a strange aura, an emanating feeling from the pokemon that if she could, her large middle finger would be aimed in his direction. “Why don't you come back to your Poke Ball.” He returned her, silently breathing a sigh of relief.

Yellow returned her pokemon, and watched wide-eyed as the her far taller opponent crossed the field to her. He stopped next to her and grabbed a handful of soft ass cheek, the skin fever hot in his grip, the flesh spilling between his fingers. “And now you get to be my bitch,” he said, watching as her face reddened.

“I-”

“Oh, I can tell you're excited already,” he said, reaching down and pulling her skirt up. He looked down, and paused. Sticking over the waist of her panties was the head of a tiny cock, hard and straining against the fabric, one pearl of pre-cum beading at the tip. “...You're a dude?”

Yellow looked away, heat filling his cheeks.

Red let the front of the skirt drop, and pulled up the back, admiring the massive ass he held in his hand. “Girly enough for me,” he said, and grabbed Yellow's ponytail, forcing the boy down to his knees as he gasped. “Lick my cock through my pants. You're gonna want to worship this or it's gonna hurt when I'm drilling your ass.”

Yellow went to sudden, fervent work, his tongue trailing across the fabric of Red's jeans, like he could taste every inch of dick through the clothes. Red held him by the ponytail, watching the bitch boy work with an almost pathetic desperation. Red looked to where Green stood, and already her thighs were doing their dance, and she watched with a hesitant need. “Come here,” Red ordered. “Come undo my pants.”

She walked over, biting her lip, and stood behind him, reaching around to fumble at the buckle of his belt. Once it was off she tossed it to the side and undid the button, slowly pulling the zipper down. Yellow pulled back just long enough for Red to shed his pants, and then went back to sucking along the length of Red's dick over his boxers. Red sighed pleasurably, wet warmth sliding along his cock, Green's arms still wrapped around his waist, her body pressed to his back.

He tugged on Yellow's ponytail, pulling him away, and then shucked his boxers too, letting his cock stand free. “You take this down your throat,” he shook Yellow's head roughly. “Green, be a good girl and eat my ass.”

He let go of Yellow's ponytail and the boy immediately had cock in his mouth, moaning around it as he swallowed it, taking it to the base in one go. Red moaned in shock, and then felt Green's delicate fingers spread his ass. She pressed her face in, taking in the musky scent of his asshole, feeling her pussy throb with sudden lust. She'd wanted this since he sat on her face, something that had given her plenty of shameful masturbation fantasies. Her tongue flicked out and at the first taste of him she groaned, pulling him tight to her face and beginning to tongue him, trying to dig her tongue as deep into his hole as she could.

Yellow's tongue snaked out, whispering against his sack as Red invaded the bitch's throat. Saliva pooled around Yellow's lips as cock began to pound in and out. His dick ached against the gentle cloth panties, and he reached down to stroke himself, losing himself in being a hole for this massive dick to abuse. One hand twisted a nipple between his fingers as the other massaged his dick, thrusting against his hand as Red held tight on his ponytail, balls smacking against his chin.

Red grunted, euphoria radiating from both sides of his body. He grunted and pushed Yellow away, letting him fall to his back on the ground, trying to spare himself from busting. Yellow moaned as he fell, his jerking becoming spasmodic, and he cried as cum began to spurt from his tiny dick, streaming down his hand. “That's pathetic,” Red said. He removed Green's face from his ass, and she whined in response. “You came already? No wonder you go around pretending to be a girl.”

He knelt in front of Yellow and grabbed him by the waist, flipping him over and pushing his ass to be out in the air. Before Red could say anything, Yellow reached back and spread himself, his asshole winking hungrily. “Use me,” he moaned, muffled by the ground. “I want your cock in me.” Red grabbed hold of the boy's hips and pulled him tight, Red's cock sliding between the two thick cheeks of his ass.

“Say please, bitch boy.”

“Pleeeease,” Yellow cried. “Please, Daddy!”

Something seemed to click in Red then, and in one hard thrust he slammed his dick inside Yellow. The bitch's ass resisted at first, gripping the girth of Red's cock tight, but it couldn't handle the force with which he had thrusted, and gave, Red sliding in to the hilt. Yellow screamed, ragged with pleasure and pain, the rim of his ass like a vice around the base of Red's cock. His ass rippled with the impact, sending a meaty sound echoing through the trees. Green crawled over, biting her lip at the sight of Red's cock buried in such a hot butt. Already her hands were working the front of her panties over, and she still had the taste of Red's ass on her tongue, driving her mad.

Red began to pound the boy, heat and softness covering every inch of his cock. Each thrust made Yellow's ass bounce off Red's thighs with a satisfying slap, and he could feel his balls slapping against Yellow, whose own cock hung uselessly, dripping a puddle of pre-cum onto the ground as it flailed from the force of the fucking. Green reached out hesitantly with her free hand, groping a handful of the ass bouncing on Red's cock, and felt a wave of her pussy juice coat her fingers.

Red reached over and smacked her, knocking her over. “Did I say you could touch?”

“No, no, I'm sorryyy,” Green moaned, her cheek growing red, her hand working furiously beneath her panties. “I'm not a bad girl, I'm sorry.” She squirmed on the ground, her fingers fucking into her, watching with vile jealousy as Red took Yellow's ass.

His pace began to quicken and the wet sounds of their bodies colliding began to fill the area, and Red wrenched back on Yellow's ponytail, tugging his head back. “Mm, cum in my ass,” Yellow moaned. His voice was so feminine, so high pitched, you wouldn't have been able to tell it belonged to a man. “I want your cum, Daddy, please!”

Red grunted and shoved Yellow's face into the ground, pile driving his cock into the trap's tight asshole. He felt the welling climax, his balls tightening as the orgasm worked its way along his meat. With one final, primal grunt, he slammed hard into Yellow's ass, provoking a yelp, his sack smacking one final decisive time against Yellow as they unloaded inside of him. A seemingly unending wave of cum flooded inside Yellow, filling him up.

Red sighed, content, falling back. Yellow's asshole gaped, clenched, and cum began to ooze out. In a sudden, desperate scramble, Green shoved her face into the trap's ass, her hands digging deep into the skin. She ate the cum greedily, moaning, and as she did Yellow's hips began to jerk, and cum began to dribble out of him. Red watched, bemused, and when Green was finished she pulled back, mouth and chin covered with spit and cum, her eyes glassy with lust.

“Didn't realize you were such a cum slut, Green,” he said.

Miiine,” she cooed, fingers still lazily tracing circles over her pussy.

“Well,” Red stood, gathering up his pants. “How about you get us out of this fucking forest, now.”

 

It took them very little time to actually reach the end of the forest. Once Yellow began to show them the way, it really seemed quite simple. “So what are you heading to Pewter City for?” Yellow asked. He was sticking unnecessarily close to Red's side, and Green walked behind them, glaring at the back of the blonde boy's head.

“I'm gonna take on the Gym Leader there,” Red said. “I'm trying to be a Pokemon Master.”

“Wow,” Yellow fawned, wrapping his arms around one of Red's. “I bet you could do it. You seem like a really strong trainer.”

Green had to keep herself from scoffing.

“Well it's good to see that somebody has confidence in me,” Red said, shooting a look at Green. It was not lost on him the effect Yellow was having on her, and he enjoyed it.

“Daddy, I was thinking... maybe I could come with you?” Yellow said, looking up at Red with his best doe-eyed look. “I want to be a good girl for you.”

Red considered this, and looked back at Green. She glared at him dourly.

He grinned. “Yeah, sure. Welcome to the party.”

 

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Pewter City was an old town, its buildings hewn from rough stone and everything seemed to be covered in a fine layer of gritty rock dust. The group stopped at the Pokemon Center to rest up and then headed to the largest building in Pewter, the Gym. Red stood in front of the doors, staring up at the giant version of the Gym's badge. He could feel his hands grow clammy.

“I'm sure you're gonna do great,” Yellow said, hugged tight to Red's side.

“If Nidoqueen lands even one Double Kick, I think you've won,” Green said. “She's strong enough to do that. And if not... well, you've got Squirtle for back up.” She didn't want to imply that she thought he was going to lose, but there was an uncomfortable wriggling in her chest that things might go rather poorly, to be polite.

“Please, I'm not scared of some rocks,” Red said, his voice betraying his lack of confidence. “I'm not walking out of there without my first badge.” With that he went inside, the other two following after. The inside was dank and smelled of freshly turned dirt. Large boulders marked the battlefield and standing on the other side of it was the Gym Leader, a shirtless man with a body seemingly cut from stone itself.

“Wow, look at him,” Yellow murmured. Red shot him a look, and he blushed. “Just kidding, Daddy...”

“Greetings, challengers! I am Brock, the leader of the Pewter City Gym!” the Gym Leader announced, his voice booming through the room.

“I'm Red from Pallet Town,” Red called back, one hand resting on his Poke Balls. “And I'm here to earn my first badge!”

Brock nodded, grinning. “Then come face me on the field of battle!”

Red's girls went to sit in the stands while the two trainers took their place across from each other on the designated battle area. “The rules are simple,” Brock said. “Defeat my pokemon, and you have earned yourself a badge. If you lose, you may come back and challenge me again whenever you want, though you'll find it difficult to break through my rock-hard defenses!”

“We'll see about that,” Red grumbled. “Let's get this started.”

“Right on,” Brock said, pulling a ball from his pocket. He tossed it spiraling through the air. “Meet the mountain between you and your goals- go, Graveler!” The flash of the Poke Ball's light was brighter here and when Red's eyes recovered he saw an orb of rough rock with limbs and a face.

“That's the first evolution of Geodude, Red!” Green called down. “Graveler has high defenses, but it's still just rock and ground-type, you can do this!”

Red sent out Nidoqueen, who appeared from her ball in the usual fashion- disinterested, vaguely sleepy looking, and absolutely massive. “It's rare to see such a strong pokemon from a beginner!” Brock said, enthused. “This will be an interesting fight to be sure!”

Graveler charged forward, its two arms spread out like it was aiming to hug Nidoqueen. The blue pokemon stood and watched, eyes half-lidded in lazy consideration, and as Graveler closed the distance she reached out, took hold of its arms, and whipped it away from her in an act of strength that forced her to dig her clawed feet into the ground to keep steady. The rock pokemon sailed through the air, rotating, before crashing into the wall, denting it.

“Holy shit,” Red blinked. Graveler pulled itself up, as it it hadn't noticed at all, and began to roll forwards, crushing pebbles and stones in its wake, toward Nidoqueen. Her head tilted, questioning, analyzing, and then she batted the opponent away, sending it rolling toward a boulder to her right. Graveler picked up speed, sailing across the battlefield- and then sharply turned direction, veering back toward her.

Nidoqueen went to swat it away again and it crushed over her tail, spinning off toward the wall where it had crashed before. The poison-type grunted, tail curling protectively around her. Graveler was making another return attack, even faster now, and Nidoqueen raised her foot, bracing herself, catching the rock against it. There was an awful grinding sound as impossibly quick stone met flesh, and Nidoqueen winced. Her strength began to give, pushing her back, digging a gouge in the ground with her foot.

She raised one heavy hand, overhead as to bludgeon against Graveler's body, and the spinning boulder shifted, rode up the flat of Nidoqueen's paw and cracked against the bottom of her jaw, flinging in the air and landing on the other side of her, hands out to catch the ground and end its rotation. Nidoqueen's head slump forward, eyes cloudy, unfocused. “Come on, Nidoqueen!” Red called, panic creeping into his voice. “Show em who's the boss!” Nidoqueen spun around, slumping a little in doing so, roaring at the living rock before her.

“I'll give it to you this, Red of Pallet Town,” Brock said, arms crossed over his chest, looking over the battle with pride. “You do my gym an honor by visiting. It's been some time since Graveler was truly pushed to the most of its ability. No matter an outcome, this will be a battle to remember!”

Nidoqueen charged forward, an awkward gait of pain that she pushed through on adrenaline and rage and flung herself, letting her weight fall in her legs as she drop kicked Graveler. There was a smashing sound, the crumbling of brick breaking, and Graveler stumbled back, movements slow, as Nidoqueen dropped to the ground, breathing heavily. “Go, Graveler! Finish this! Use Magnitude!” Brock called. Graveler fell forward onto all four hands and its feet, bits of cracked stone and dust still falling from its face. A look of concentration took hold and the floor began to tremble.

Nidoqueen lost her balance as she tried to stand. The intensity of the quakes began to increase and soon even the walls of the room were loosing dust from the vibrations. Then, at once, stillness. “Now!” Brock shouted. With a sudden terrible impact like a meaty cannon, a mound of rock shot out of the ground beneath Nidoqueen, sending her hurtling through the air. Red watched in dismayed awe as his strongest pokemon plummeted to the ground, utterly defeated.

“Oh, no...” Green muttered. She could see Yellow's nervous hand wringing out of the corner of her eye.

“This is the power of the Magnitude technique, the signature move of the Pewter City Gym! It is a powerful, but slow, move that can become strong enough to defeat any opponent in one blow! Few before you have witnessed it at its fullest potential,” Brock said as Graveler returned to its starting position. It seemed to have shrugged off the feeling of damage, ignoring that its face was cracked. “So, Trainer Red, have you more pokemon, or has this battle met its end?”

Red fixed the hat on his head, taking Squirtle's Poke Ball. “I have one more pokemon Brock, and we're gonna give it everything we've got,” he launched the ball and Squirtle touched down on the field, looking around in amazement at the gym, and the other pokemon that stood before it. “Get em, Squirtle!”

Graveler began its spin again, and sped forth toward the tiny blue turtle. The water-type jumped out of the way and turned around to watch as the boulder was flying back, now quicker. Squirtle's cheeks began to fill, and Brock's eyebrows raised. “Ah, wait! I know this pokemon... a water-type! Graveler, no! End Rollout!” But the momentum propelling the rock-type forward was too much, to prohibitive. A crashing deluge of water blasted against Graveler, wheeling off of it as it pushed its way through the stream.

“Keep going, Squirtle! Don't let up!” Red shouted.

Squirtle stood its ground, spraying all the water it could muster. Just as Graveler neared the turtle its momentum died and it unfurled, arms sagging loosely to the ground, unconscious.

“Ah, shit, I shoulda just started with Squirtle,” Red sighed.

“Red! You won!” Green shouted, suddenly getting to her feet.

“Way to go!” Yellow called.

“Oh- oh shit I won!” Red's hands shot into the air. “We did it! Way to go, Squirtle!” he called, Squirtle hopping from one stubby leg to the next in celebration.

“Congratulations, Trainer Red. You've successfully defeated the Pewter Gym,” Brock said, crossing across the battlefield to meet him. They grasped each other's forearms and shook once. “For you, victor, I have two things: the Boulder Badge, the symbol of your victory, and the technical machine that will teach you Magnitude, the signature skill of my gym.”

Red stared down at the gray badge in his hand. “Damn that looks cool.”

“If you wish to continue your quest of collecting badges, you'll find the next gym located in Cerulean City, beyond the mountains to the east,” Brock said. “I wish you good fortune, challenger. You have the skill to make it far.”

“Hear that, Green?” Red called up to the stands. “Brock says I'm good! You heard that, right?”

Green sighed.

 

They returned to their room at the Center in good spirits, Red bursting into the room with his chest puffed out, wearing his new badge pinned to his shirt. “In case we didn't already know who the best person here is,” he said, rubbing it obsessively. “Here's all the proof you need.”

Green rolled her eyes, pushing passed him. The room was cozy, stocked with two beds and a nice TV. She sat her stuff down on one bed, stretching, before getting back up and moving toward the bathroom. “I think I'm gonna go shower.”

He caught her by the throat, freezing her in place. “Not yet.”

“Ooh,” Yellow purred, going to sit on the other bed, watching enthusiastically.

“I just won my first badge, and I want your pussy.”

Green bit her lip.

“You want me to fuck you, Green?”

“...Yes,” she whispered.

His fingers squeezed on her throat and he pulled her close. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock in me,” she huffed into his ear.

He pushed her onto the empty bed and she mewled, staring up at him with an almost crazed lust. He undid his belt and walked to her, tying it around her mouth. She groaned around it when he tightened it. He unzipped his pants and stripped them, kicking them backward. He pulled his cock from his boxers and her hand flew to it, feeling its hard warmth in her palm. He grabbed her wrist and threw her hand back.

He walked around to the end of the bed and grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her toward him. She spread her legs as he knelt. He kissed down own thigh, light, quick, until he came to the real thickness and bit. She yipped, flinching at the pain, squirming. Red hooked his thumbs around her panties and tugged them down, revealing the wetness that had already started to collect there.

He kissed just above her vagina as his arms wrapped around her thighs. He traced his tongue gently across her slit. She moaned, her hands playing with her breasts through her dress as his tongue worked about her. His fingers pinched and scratched at her thighs as he ate her out, tongue flicking inside of her, sucking gently on her clit. She desperately tried to grind into his face, the waves of pain and pleasure causing a wave of complete need.

One hand left her thigh and cupped her ass, giving a cheek one tight squeeze before he pressed his middle finger to her asshole, rubbing little circles into it. Yellow moved from the bed and took Red's wrist. “Let me get that ready, Daddy,” he murmured, and took Red's finger into his mouth, sucking, cock straining against the panties that were the only clothes he still wore.

Red popped his finger from the trap's mouth and pressed it back to Green's butt, pushing, sliding through the tight rim into warmth. “Mmh,” Green groaned around the belt, drool starting to dribble down her chin. Red's tongue began to run tight, soft circles around her clit, as he finger slid in and out of her ass, his other hand still hurting her thigh. He could feel her juices run down his chin, her legs beginning to quiver.

He stood suddenly and Green let out a pained moan, her hips still bucking from his ministrations. Yellow tugged down Red's boxers, smooching his ass. Red grabbed Green's legs and folded her, pressing her knees up to her chest. He mounted her, pressing her down, his cock sliding against the outside of her pussy. Yellow leaned back against the wall, pressing Red's underwear to his nose, his other hand stroking his dick, watching with hazy eyes.

Red pulled the belt down from her mouth. Her breathing was heavy. “Tell me what you need.”

“Diiiick,” Green mewed. “Youuuurs.”

His tip pressed against her opening and she gasped, shivering. “And why is that?”

“B-Because I'm a slut,” she moaned, struggling for words, could feel each inch as it stretched her out, each part of her pussy being pressed against. “I'm the property of your cock.” He filled her out, his balls pressing against her, and she grunted as he bumped her cervix. Her hips ached as she began to rub at her clit, her eyes clenched as she hissed through the strange mix of hurt and pleasure that was sparking off blasts of light behind her eyelids.

“Then I'm gonna treat you like property,” Red grunted, amazed that he'd been able to fit, her hole so tight around him it felt like his dick was melting, the feeling of her heat, her warmth sending tingles down the length of him. He pressed the belt back into her mouth and then took hold of her throat. She gasped and then he squeezed, applying pressure to the sides of her neck. Her hands came to his back, clenching.

He began to pound her, the smacking of his sack and the colliding of their bodies filling the room with sound, sliding his dick all the way out before hammering back down again with resounding, hard thrusts. Already he could feel her creaming around his cock, her hands clawing at his back as she came, as she struggled to breath. He released her and she took in a large, shaky breath, moaning on the exhale as he fucked her.

Yellow grunted as he watched, his eyes mostly focused on Red's ass, the sight of his cock filling Green's pussy, her lips gripping him tightly, the way her asshole winked with each orgasm. The trap inhaled the musky scent of his Daddy's boxers, pumping his cock. He stuffed his mouth with the boxers, biting down as he came, his cum shooting, splattering the floor.

Red took hold of Green's hair with both hands, gripping it tight as he turned to whisper, “I'm gonna cum inside you.”

“Mmf,” she groaned, and he could feel the rhythmic clenching around his cock as she came again, but she shook her head. Red grunted, somehow fucking her faster, and grunted again, louder, more primal, when he slammed inside her again and came. Cum rolled out of her pussy as he dicked her, draining his balls as deep in her as he could. He could feel himself pump inside of her, expanding just a little more against the walls of her vagina, painting it with semen. He pulled out with a sigh, shooting one last rope across her belly and she shuddered at the feeling, her orgasms having fried her ability to think.

Red stood, his cock glistening with cum and Green's wet, walked around and untied the belt from around her head. She watched him, her fingers idly touching herself. “...I'm not on any birth control,” she muttered, her fingers playing with the cum dripping out of her.

Red walked toward Yellow and snatched him by the ponytail, pressing the head of his cock to the trap's lips. “Clean,” he said, before looking over at Green. “So?”

She blushed and looked away.

 

How do things seem to be proceeding?

“Well... mostly, they're just fucking,” the pink woman said, floating outside of an upper story window on the Pewter City Pokemon Center.

Just fucking what?

“Just fucking. A lot.”

Oh... is it hot?

The woman in pink sighed. “I suppose so, yes. It's kind of hot. Otherwise, frankly, he seems like sort of a piss poor trainer. He's got, uh, friends who seem capable enough, but without them he'd be a hopeless wreck.”

You don't think he can do it?

“I'm not sure. He got his first badge, but he didn't win because of skill. Blind luck.”

Well, weren't you supposed to pick someone who would be a good trainer?

“I told you, there was a... problem. I don't have any say in what gifts souls manifest when we bring them to other worlds. We picked him because we thought this soul would be the best choice, that his personality would lead him to gaining some powers that would aid in his quest. Immaculate luck, mental acuity, that sort of thing. But we got this one instead.”

...Is his power to pick up chicks?

“Anyone he wants, it seems,” the pink woman said. “I didn't think the residents of this world would be so... horny.”

Shit, I'm horny. I'm kinda jealous of you. How big is his dick?

“Pretty big,” the pink woman said, sighing. “Listen, I'll contact you again soon. Just have faith, okay?”

Yeah, sure. I'm not that worried. Hey, could you send pics-

She cut the connection, rolling her eyes. Well, at least things would be entertaining.

 

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It had taken them the better part of a day to traverse through Route 3, going east from Pewter toward Mount Moon. It wasn't because of the terrain but that there were so many trainers looking to battle. It was an endurance run for Squirtle (deftly healed in between bouts by Green and her potions, Red never remembering to buy them), Red now quite hesitant to use Nidoqueen. “How long do you think this is gonna last?” he asked, folding his arms in front of his chest as they walked.

“For some pokemon, it needs to be proven that you're a worthy trainer before they'll listen to you,” Yellow said. “Just give it time. Eventually she'll come to respect you. And I know Daddy's only gonna win from here on out!”

“Plus it's better that you get time in with Squirtle,” Green said. “With Nidoqueen so strong, Squirtle's going to lose a lot of valuable experience that could catch it up with her. And, as it stands, Squirtle's your best chance against the next Gym Leader.”

Red looked up and over to her. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I heard people talking, she's supposedly a water-type leader,” she said. “Which means super effective against your ace.”

“Son of a bitch,” Red sighed, rubbing at his forehead. “Well, whatever, I'm sure they'll be something in the cave or, you know, whatever.”

By the time they reached the entrance of the cave that would take them through the mountain the sun was beginning to go down. A Pokemon Center was built into the rock face here and this is where they went, opting to stay there the night and set out again in the morning, knowing they would find no such comfortable place to sleep in the mountains.

The inside was elaborately designed, the main room featuring miniature artificial waterfalls flanking the main desk, making the rock wall shimmer in the light. The lights here were dim, and there were few people milling about. They got their pokemon healed and found a place to sit while they waited. “Well I'm not sure about either of you, but I wouldn't mind turning in a bit early,” Red said, having no intention of staying in a room with these two and not stay up well into the next morning.

“I think I'd like to get some training done first,” Green said. “I'll just be gone for a bit.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Yellow leaned over and took Red's hand in his, winking at him. “I'm sure Daddy and I'll find something to do.”

Green glared. “Just don't get into any trouble.” She got up and collected Charmander from the nurse, casting one last look back at Yellow as she left.

Red took his hand from Yellow's and took his cap off, running his other hand through his dark hair. “Well, how do you wanna kill a few hours?”

“I can think of a few ways,” Yellow pretended coy, one finger to the side of his mouth in exaggerated, ditsy thought. “Maybe we should go check out our room?”

Red stood up immediately. “Sounds like an activity to me.”

They began to walk across the lobby towards the stairs that led to the second level of the building where the rooms were. As they did, a man sitting at one of the tables stood as they passed. He was a large man, round of belly and face, clad in hiking gear that was freshly dusted from travailing the mountain range. “Excuse me,” the man said, and they stopped to turn toward him. “I've just come out of the mountain, looking to sell this here pokemon I caught while mining.”

“Okay, sure,” Red said.

The man seemed almost startled, his grin faltering for a moment. “Well, excellent! Then all we need to do is discuss the matter of price, and just between us I think you could be walking away for a steal!”

“Could be, or,” Red grabbed Yellow by the shoulders and spun the trap around, flipping up his skirt, revealing his pantie clad ass, which he bounced, the thick cheeks jiggling cutely. “You give me the pokemon and you can entertain yourself with this until you bust.”

The man looked between the Poke Ball he held in his hand and the massive boy ass presenting itself for him. “Well, I think you got yourself a deal.” Red and the man shook hands, and Red clipped the Poke Ball to his belt alongside the others.

“Show the man a good time,” he patted Yellow on his ass. “I'm gonna go take a nap. Come up to the room when you're done.”

“Yes Daddy!” Yellow beamed, and then whirled to the salesman. “Wanna cum in my ass outside?”

The man nodded, and so they went. The trap led the man by the hand outside and off a bit into the forestry nearby. If anybody really looked, they would have been seen, but Yellow wasn't that concerned about it. He pushed the salesmen against a tree and sunk to his knees, tugging at the man's belt. Yellow slid it off and set it to the side, unzipping his pants and tugging them down along with his underwear. The salesman's cock came free, extraordinarily thick, the head dark and purple, pressing from a forest of dark pubic hair. “Nmh, that's a fat dick,” Yellow cooed, bringing herself close. The man's cock smelled musky, earthy, masculine, and it made Yellow light headed.

“I really did just get down from the mountains,” the man said.

“That's okay,” Yellow soothed, pressing his mouth to the hairy sack in a smooch. “I'll clean you up.” He sucked one nut into his mouth, moaning at the salty taste of the man's sweat and skin. The salesman moaned, his head falling back against the tree, his hand resting on the top of the tiny trap's head. Yellow took the man's cock in one hand, his hand failing to wrap around it, and slapped it against his face as he moved to suck the other ball into his mouth. “You're gonna break my ass with this.” Yellow said, letting the man's sack out of his mouth and smooching the tip of his cock.

He could barely fit the head into his mouth, straining his jaw to take it all in. He moaned at the way it filled his mouth, the taste of it invading him. He tried to swallow more of it, drooling around it, and simply could not fit more. He pulled back, grasping for breath, stroking it with both his hands. “I can't believe you fit this thing in your pants,” Yellow licked along the side of it, one hand going to cup the man's balls, massage them. “You're not gonna hurt me, are ya?” He winked at the salesman.

Yellow reached into his bag and pulled away lube, before flipping around and getting on all fours, flipping his skirt up and wiggling his ass. “Come use me,” he purred. The man knelt behind the trap, taking the bottle and drizzling it over the fat ass gently bouncing in front of him. Yellow sighed, content, when he felt the man's large, rough hands begin to massage the oil in his ass, groping the cheeks roughly, rubbing down to his thighs.

More lube to his hands, and the man used one hand to spread Yellow's ass, and pressed a finger to his tight asshole. The man's finger slid in, tight smoothness and warmth. Yellow's ass ate the finger greedily, and he groaned when the salesman smacked his ass hard, the sound echoing in the forest, Yellow's cock twitching in his panties. The finger slid in and out of him, wriggling, stretching, and then he felt the press of a second finger.

The fingers hooked against his prostate and he grunted, pre-cum beginning to drip out of his dick. He felt quite full already, and then the third finger slid in and he groaned, grasping at the ground. The man's fingers were rough, pumping into him, and Yellow felt the swelling waves of pressure building in the base of his cock, hot and tight against his belly, held there by the underwear. Yellow moaned, a soft, feminine sound, and began to unload hot cum onto the ground. The salesman pulled his fingers free, giving Yellow a hard smack across the ass as he came.

“Ruin my ass,” Yellow huffed, shaking his hips.

The salesman grabbed him and pressed the head of his cock against Yellow's ass, which twitched at the touch. The man began to push inside, Yellow gasping as his ass stretched, the fat head of the dick squeezing inside, gripped by the rim of his hole. “Tight little bitch,” the man grunted, grabbing Yellow by the shoulders and pulling back as he tried to dick his way inside the trap. He leaned forward, trapping Yellow against the ground with his heavy belly, as he tried to gain better leverage to thrust in.

Yellow squeaked as the man bottomed out in him, could feel his heavy sack against his ass, which ached with a fire of intermingling hurt and euphoria. He was crushed beneath the salesman, his face pressed to the ground, and he squirmed, vainly trying to thrust against the ground, his dick aching with lust. Then the man began to pull out and Yellow groaned, before the cock slammed back down, stretching him back out, sending a wave of electricity through his body.

The man began to fuck him fast and hard, balls slapping against Yellow's butt, sending ripples through the trap's ass cheeks. Yellow let out a silent moan, strained by the pleasure, tongue hanging out lewdly. The man grunted with each heavy stroke, each thrust suddenly finding his cock in a vice-grip of warm silk. And the feeling of thrusting into the trap's ass, the fat butt bouncing against him with each stroke, was heavenly, a welcome oasis in the mountains.

Yellow was reduced to a squirming, mewling mess, and he felt himself cum, coating his own stomach as the monster cock laid waste to him, dissolving his body with pleasure. The salesman's breathing began to grow haggard and his thrusts slower, somehow harder, almost painful. The cock slammed into Yellow fully, a painful shock of being full, and then the hot rush of being bred by thick cum. The man began to slowly thrust as he burst inside the fat ass, semen dribbling down Yellow's taint and thighs.

The man pulled free from Yellow's ass with a pop and stumbled to his feet, shoving his dick back in his pants and zipping back up. “Well, thanks for the trade,” he said. And then he walked off, leaving Yellow there twitching, leaking cum from both his dick and his ass, mind of a thoughtless haze of euphoria.

 

Green and Charmander stalked through the tall grass. They'd had fights, but little luck into what she had really been looking for- a pokemon to add to her team. She had little interest in the copious Pidgey and Spearow that lived the area. She had seen Sandshrew, but thought it a poor choice to grab a second pokemon weak to water-types.

Charmander was battling against a Mankey, keeping it away with fire as it danced in and out, prying for an opening. Green watched this, arms folded beneath her chest, and felt the whisper of a touch across her ankle. She jumped, whirling around, saw nothing. Must've just been the grass, then. She turned back around. Mankey tried to approach from above, dropping down from the air in a dive kick.

Charmander snagged it out of the air and whipped it into the ground, before barraging the monkey pokemon with pellets of fire that burst against it. The fighting-type moved no more after that. “Good job, Charmander,” Green said, and then felt something trace along her calf. She jumped, yelping, and stumbled away toward the protection of her pokemon. There had been nothing behind her, just the grass gently blowing in the wind. “Jeez, there must be something wrong with me today.”

They walked around more until Charmander engaged a Spearow. Another simple battle, one that Charmander would be able to win without much direction. She looked out in the direction of the sun, saw the sky turning dark. She would want to be getting back soon. She wondered what Red and Yellow were doing, and pictured Red face first in the trap's ass, giving a soft, gentle rimming while he stroked Yellow off. Green flushed, frowning, and then felt a tingle of pleasure ripple out from her pussy.

A whimper, enjoyment, surprise.

Then she flinched as she felt it again, something ghosting across her vagina, beneath her panties. She wheeled around and saw there a Bellsprout, smiling in comically perverted pleasure, blushing. One vine extending from its body and up her dress. Green screamed and tugged it away from her. Holding the vine in hand she swung the Bellsprout and sent it sailing through the air until it hit a tree.

Charmander toddled over to her, Spearow already defeated, worried. Bellsprout ambled its way toward her again, now angered. For a moment, she almost ordered her starter to torch it, but then considered at how rare these likely would be around here. And... it covered Charmander's water weakness. “We're gonna try to catch this thing,” she said. Charmander nodded and stepped forward. Bellsprout's mouth puckered, and a plume of purple mist flowed out. Charmander ran into the cloud and began to cough. “Poison Powder, shit.”

Bellsprout writhed forward and latched onto the lizard, wrapping its roots across its body. Its mouth settled over Charmander's face, and she watched as green energy began to flow from the fire-type to the plant pokemon. “Now! Charmander, use Ember!”

Bellsprout's head was thin enough that when flame was lit inside you could see through, membranes of fibrous plant veins crossing, and then it fell off Charmander, twitching. She quickly took a Poke Ball from her bag and tossed it underhand at the grass-type. The ball bounced off it and sucked it inside.

The ball barely shook, merely trembled until the button clicked and locked into place. Green smiled to herself and picked the ball up. “Good job, Charmander,” she said. “Why don't you rest up in your ball until we get back to the Center.” She returned the fire-type, took one last beaming look at the Poke Ball holding her new pokemon, and then began to walk back.

 

When she returned, she saw Red standing outside and off to the side of the building. Laying on the ground in front of him was Yellow, eyes half lidded, ass leaking cum. Green came to stand next to Red, looking down at their traveling companion.

“Hey, I got this for you,” Red said, holding out the ball of the pokemon he'd “bought.”

“Huh?” Green looked at it.

“Well, you didn't have any pokemon beside Charmander, and this guy was offering this one,” Red said. “Think of it like a, uh, thank you for giving me advice and shit.”

She smiled. “Well, actually, Red, I just caught a pokemon.”

“Oh.” Red looked down at the ball in his hand. “Guess Yellow can have this then.”

Green gawked as Red put the ball in Yellow's bag, with Pikachu's. There was some pang of regret at having said that, that stabbed through her, and she sighed. Red scooped up the trap into his arms, and jerked his head toward the Center. “Want to settle in for the night?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she said, and that's just what they did.

 

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They left for Mount Moon early in the morning. The inside of the cave was dark and dank, the place filled with the distant, rock muffled sound of water dripping and running. Tied along the walls every so often were little lamps that gave the very minimum amount of light to see by. And the mountain carried with it a strange sort of stony smell, like how the outside smelled after a fresh rain.

They walked with Red in the lead, Green and Yellow clustering close by him. They seemed far more tepid about the idea of exploring a mountain cave, but Red was enthused at the idea. “Think of all the cool things that could be in here,” Red said. A swarm of Zubat blew by them overhead, squeaking hurriedly to one another in a jumbled swell of sound that faded as they whirled away. “Like that! You can't see that anywhere else, probably.”

“There's a good reason for that,” Green sighed. “It's less the little pokemon I'm worried about, and more the larger, tougher pokemon that live deeper in the mountain.”

“Oh, like some wild pokemon could take Nidoqueen in a battle,” Red waved a hand.

“I bet a Rhydon could,” Yellow said. “I think those live around here.”

“I don't even know what that is, but it sounds like a bitch to me,” he said. “Guys, relax a little. People pass through here every day, I'm sure it's safe for even the tiniest of people to explore.” He patted Yellow on the head, who smiled prettily at him.

“Hey! You, kids! You can't pass through here!” a man suddenly called. “It's not safe here.” The group stopped in their tracks. Standing in front of them, blocking their solitary way through, was a man dressed in all black. A long sleeved shirt, pants, even a cap. The only color came from his white boots and gloves, and the large red letter R emblazoned on his chest. Red felt Yellow freeze up next to him.

“What do you mean it's 'not safe'?” Red asked.

“There's been a collapse up ahead,” the man said. “We're working to clear it at the moment, but there's no telling if another collapse could happen, or if some scary pokemon could pop up at any moment. You'd be best off going to wait at the Pokemon Center, or finding some other way to Cerulean City, if that's where you're headed.”

Red rubbed his chin. “What's that letter stand for on your chest?”

The man looked down at his shirt. “Oh. Huh, hadn't noticed that was there. Anyway, scram.”

Green tugged at Red's sleeve. “Come on, we should just go.”

“Yeah?” Red looked from her to Yellow, who stood staring at the man in black, some vague look of concern on his face. “How about you? Think we should leave?”

“I... think that they're up to no good,” Yellow finally said.

“You know this guy?”

Yellow shook his head. “No, but I know who he works for. They're called Team Rocket, and they're a crime organization. They pretty much run Kanto behind the scenes. You could go to any major city in Kanto, throw a rock, and you're likely to hit one of their buildings.”

“Oh, come off it,” the man in black waved a hand. “You shouldn't go around tellin lies, girly. That sorta shit gets you in trouble.”

Red stared at the man. “No, I believe Yellow. I think I remember you guys, now, you were in the cartoon too.”

The Rocket grunt looked at him confused. “What?”

Red took Squirtle's ball and chucked it, cracking the guy in the face and knocking him to his back. Squirtle came out of the ball in a blinding flash, made more so by the darkness of the cave. Squirtle turned around, looking for its opponent, and saw the man lying on the ground next to it, bleeding profusely from the nose. The water-type nudged him with its foot. “Looks like stopping crimes is on the docket today,” Red grinned, tugging his hat around. “You ready to be a little hero, Squirtle?”

The turtle nodded, rasping its assent.

“Red, I'm not sure about this... if they're as dangerous as Yellow says,” Green trailed off, rubbing at one arm. “Don't you think we'd better let the police handle this, or something?”

“What do you think, Yellow, can we handle em?” he asked.

Yellow looked at the unconscious criminal on the ground. “I- well, maybe... I don't know. There's how many pokemon between the three of us? One of which is a powerhouse. I dunno, Daddy, if you want to, I'll be behind you one-hundred percent.”

Red put his arm around the blonde boy's shoulders, grinning at Green. “Now, why can't you be that unconditionally supportive?”

“Because then you'd get yourself killed,” she said. “Let's get going, then. Maybe we'll get lucky and not run into anyone.”

 

To Green's great joy, it was a few hours before they came into contact with any more Rocket members. The cave was devoid of other trainers and, as they crept through, it began to seem more and more like the pokemon had gone into hiding too. They tried to stick to the darkest places they could walk through, their pace slow and careful. Squirtle scouted the way for them, sending up a tiny spout of water when the coast was clear for them to proceed.

The mountain was a veritable maze, ramps and tunnels taking them up and down and it seemed like they were to wander this lifeless void forever. They had gone down into a tunnel, following its course, when Squirtle came running around the corner, tail flailing wildly behind it. Chasing after it were a handful of Rocket grunts, who paused when they saw the trio standing there in an awkward moment of uncertainty of action.

“Hey, what the hell?” one spoke, gruff. “Who let these people down here?”

“I'll get the boss,” someone in the back spoke and darted off. Well, that wasn't good.

“We're here to kick your ass, and get out of this mountain,” Red said, stepping forward, puffing his chest outward. “And I don't know how to get the fuck out of here, so that really only leaves me with the one option, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” the grunt scoffed. “We'll show you an ass kicking. Get 'im, boys!” Three Poke Balls hurtled through the air and cracked open, depositing their contents before Squirtle. Two Rattata and a purple pile a sludge with eyes and arms, its mouth open in seeming permanent awe. Squirtle trembled with fear, backing away from the three pokemon before it.

“No problem,” Red said, minimizing the rather large, elephantine problem forming before him. “I don't know what that goop is, but my Squirtle can handle anything you throw at it!”

From over his shoulder, two Poke Balls. Charmander came to stand next to Squirtle, the fire at the tip of its tail lighting the cavern somewhat. “That's a Grimer,” Green said. “Poison-type. High special defenses, so we'll want to hit it with physical attacks.”

From Yellow's Poke Ball... a red fish, flopping on the ground, eyes wide, mouth agape. “Huh?” Yellow wobbled forward, staring at the new pokemon.

“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” Red clapped his palm to his forehead. “Shit, my bad. I got a pokemon for you, but you were still asleep when I slipped it into your bag. Must've slipped my mind. Whoops.”

“Daddy...” Yellow sighed, one hand in a fist on his hip, the other rubbing at his forehead. “What am I going to do with a Magikarp?”

“Uh, battle with it?” he shrugged.

The two Rattata jumped, fangs bared, hurtling toward the defenseless water-type wriggling on the cave floor. Before they made contact, the light of its Poke Ball shot and zapped it back inside. The two normal-types tumbled to the ground and were met with a burst of fire from Charmander. Squirtle ran ahead, barreling toward Grimer, and Pikachu was summoned to its side, running along the turtle, cheeks already sparkling with electricity.

The animate sludge flattened itself against the ground and instead of tackling into it, Squirtle ran right over it. The Grimer's sticky skin swelled up around Squirtle's stubby feet and the turtle fell flat on its face. Grimer reformed around the water-type and then was met with a spark of lightning, shot off before Pikachu could realize what had happened. Grimer wiggled under the shock, but Squirtle yelped, its body seizing from the tight shocks gripping its muscles.

One Rattata bit down on Charmander's leg and before the lizard could react the other was at its throat and they brought the fire-type to the ground, the three pokemon struggling for dominance. Pikachu tried to grab on to Squirtle's tail, an attempt to tug it out, but the slime pokemon's fist swung around and clocked Pikachu across the face, sending it twirling to the ground. “Not so tough now,” one of the Rocket grunts called, and they all laughed.

“Squirtle, use Water Gun!” Red shouted, now concerned at how the fight was going. The water-type took in a deep breath and then pulled itself inside its shell, now entirely swallowed by the poison-type's liquid body. Charmander ripped one of the Rattata off and chucked it. The rat hit the ground and rolled, landing next to Pikachu, who zapped it with a bolt of lightning. Grimer surged forth and barreled over the electric mouse, and the shocked Rattata took advantage, hopping on the electric-type's prone form.

The sludge was making its way toward Charmander, who by now had the other Rattata pinned under foot, blowing unending fire upon it. As the Grimer slugged across the ground there was a strange sound, like something had sprung a leak, and the pokemon began to expand. As it grew bigger, its movements became more sluggish and finally it stopped. Charmander glanced at it, and then kicked the nearly toast Rattata at it right as the poison-type's body exploded with a terrible spray of water.

Squirtle stood in the epicenter, breathing heavily, oozing purple slime. The two pokemon turned to help their comrade and saw that it stood victorious over the Rattata, having rolled it over, and sent one final blast of electricity into it to seal the deal. “No way...” there was an uneasy muttering from the group of Rockets. “These kids are crazy.”

“Yeah! Better remember the beating you took today!” Red shouted, jabbing his finger in their direction. Their pokemon came to stand protectively in front of the trio.

“Maybe you shouldn't antagonize the antagonists,” Green said, kneeling down to inspect Charmander.

“What's the worse they could do?” Red said, as smug as he could manage, which was very.

“Me,” a woman's voice from behind him.

He felt a knee lodge itself into the small of his back and he fell forward to his hands and knees, grunting at the pain.

“Oh, shit,” he heard Yellow utter from his side, before there was the sound of hard flesh against flesh, a thud. He tried to stand up and felt a kick swing into his ass, driving him completely to the ground.

“You aren't gonna make me hurt you, are you, darling?” he heard the woman say.

“Hey, don't touch her!” he grunted.

He heard Green whimper. “I'm gonna tie you up, and I'm gonna tie your friends up, and you'll be coming with us until we decide what to do with you three,” the woman's voice carried all the swagger of a predator playing with its food. “You! Come here, tie them up.”

Then he felt the woman kneel over him, and her lips brushed against his ear. “Boy, am I gonna have some fun with you,” a purr, one that strangely turned him on, and then there was a pinched feeling of pain and the world went dark.

 

When he woke, his vision was blurry and his head hurt. Rough hands grabbed him by his jacket and hauled him to sit, shaking him, trying to get him fully conscious. They were in some massive room of the cave and it looked torn up. They were arranged on some plateau over looking a large pit, within which a plethora of Rocket members worked, digging. Large, bright lights surveyed the operation, shining their light and making the cave more well lit than most buildings.

Two grunts stood to either side of him, and on the other side of the plateau were Green and Yellow, tied up, mouths covered, sitting against a wall. He could hear their muffled cries of worry when they saw he had woken. Standing on the edge of the plateau was the woman, overseeing the dig. She was tall, though if that was mostly natural or largely the long white heeled boots she wore Red could not tell. She wore a high collared black jacket and a black skirt, the boots rising all the way to meet the hem of it.

She turned when she noticed Red was awake, smiling. She had short soft green hair and a cap hanging lazily on her head. She had a severely pretty face, her eyes thin, contemptuous and sexy. Her lips were adorned with an icy blue lipstick. She threw an intentional heavy sway into her hips as she walked toward him. When she stood in front of him, she placed one finger under his chin and raised his face to look at her. “Do you know who I am?”

Red spat at her feet.

“My name is Proton, and I am one of four Team Rocket executives,” she knelt, her gloved hands cupping the side of his face. “I am known as the cruelest member in the entire organization. I take what I want. Do you understand me?” she leaned her face in close, her tongue trailing along his jaw bone before she whispered into his ear, “and what I want is the pretty boy tied up in front of me.”

She leaned back on her heels to look at him, her dark eyes sparkling with some malicious glee. “Tell me, what do you think I do to pretty boys?”

He glared at her.

She smiled, showing the sharpness of her teeth. “I hurt them until they're bleeding and screaming my name. It's better than all the great works of art, to hear the pained screams of a boy in my grasp. What will you sound like, I wonder?”

“You want me?” Red croaked. “Then you can have me. But you have to let them go.” He nodded his head in the direction of Yellow and Green.

Proton looked over her shoulder at the other two captives, and then back at Red. “Mm... maybe. I could let them go, and maybe I will because you're such a pretty boy, but... I want to see the looks in their eyes when I make you bleed. I want them to watch me hurt you while I fuck you.”

Enticed as he was by the crazy pussy on offer, to Red it seemed like sort of a raw deal. For him, mostly- he wasn't keen on the idea of bleeding (much, anyway. Under normal circumstances, he'd really just let this chick do whatever she wanted with him. Alas.) “Battle me for it, then,” Red blurted. It was the only idea that came to mind.

Proton's thumb stroked his cheek. “Bargaining with me? How cute.” She laughed.

“You beat me, you get me. I'll be your personal little, uh, pincushion or whatever. Hell, you can even keep the two of them around to watch while we're here in the cave, but after that you let them go,” Red said. “And if I win... well, hell, I'll still dick you down. You're hot. Like, insanely hot, actually. But the three of us get to go.”

Proton considered this. She stood, and Red watched the swagger of her fine ass as she paced. “A battle, hm? And you don't want us to, say, shut our operation down if you beat me? You just want a little pussy and your freedom?”

“That's about the gist of it,” he said. “I don't frankly know nor give a shit what you're doing in the cave. The only reason I was fucking with you guys was because my friends and I needed to get through the cave. What are you doing, anyway?”

“Digging for fossils,” she sighed. “The Boss always gives me the most boring jobs. He says I can get carried away if there are people around. He just doesn't understand art.”

“Right, well, I don't give a damn about fossils. I care about getting to Cerulean City, and I care about my two pieces of ass you've got tied up over there. So are we gonna battle, or what?”

“It's funny you think that you're in a position to bargain,” Proton smiled. “But... the idea entertains me. And I get to make you my toy after, either way, so... sure. Battle me, boy, prove to me your worth. If you're good enough, I might just keep you forever.” She shivered at the mere thought. “Release him, and give him his pokemon back.”

The two guards at his sides untied the rope around him and hauled him to his feet. They shoved his Poke Balls into his hands and pushed him stumbling forward. He retained his bearings, taking the time to clip all of the balls back to his belt. He gave another look to his friends, their eyes filled with worry, and then followed Proton to the center of the plateau where they had plenty of space to battle. “We're going to do this on my terms,” Proton said. “I have two pokemon, you have two pokemon, so let's keep this simple. I don't want to wait any longer to whip your cock out than I have to. We're going to do a double battle. Understood?”

“Sure,” Red said, swallowing. He held his pokemon's balls in his hand. He knew that Squirtle was in rough shape, and he could only hope that Nidoqueen would understand the tight spot they were in and pull through. Just the one time, that was all he needed. “Go! Squirtle, Nidoqueen, let's show her what you're made of!”

They broke free from their Poke Balls, the flash of the capsules a weak wink compared to the harshness of the dig site lamps. Squirtle's breathing seemed haggard, though mostly it was physically alright. Nidoqueen immediately went into high alert, taking a combat ready pose, eyeing the Rocket members that were watching with interest. “Well, isn't that compelling,” Proton murmured behind her hand. “Maybe you're a better trainer than I was giving you credit for. Very well, I shall simply have to try my hardest, then.”

She tossed out both of her pokemon. From one ball came a Zubat, flying as if it was a struggle to keep itself in the air. From the other, a floating purple orb with a face, spewing smog from the crater-like holes all over its body. “Meet the prized pokemon of Executive Proton,” she said. “Zubat! Koffing! Go!” Before either of his pokemon could act, there came a surprisingly loud screech from the tiny bat pokemon. Nidoqueen winced, covering her ears, but Squirtle's eyes went unfocused and it looked around, suddenly startled, as if it didn't know where it was.

Then Koffing's body bulged and smog began to spew out of it in a thick, heavy miasma that rolled across the floor while another, lighter smoke began to fill the room, obscuring vision. “This is the terrifying combo I have developed with my pokemon!” Proton called from her place beyond the cloud that had enveloped Red's vision. He could only see the couple of grunts that were near him. “Do you feel terror in your heart yet, boy? Now do you understand what you're up against?

“Now, attack, Zubat! Cut them to shreds!”

Red cursed to himself, unable to see the battle. There was shifting movement and then Red felt something fly by his face. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Zubat lying against the wall, twitching, before it simply fell to the ground. An irritated growl, and Koffing went spinning out of the smoke, landing on the ground somewhere with a heavy thud. Now that the poison-type had ended its fog machine imitation, the room began to clear and Red saw Nidoqueen standing in the center of the battlefield, arms folded as if she was simply dealing with a hassling errand than a fight. Squirtle toddled in circles, confused, unhelpful.

“Well, shit, that didn't seem that hard,” Red said.

“Oh, you simple mind,” Proton laughed, a haughty, hot sound.

Koffing was rolling across the ground at a high speed, aiming for Nidoqueen. A similar move to whatever Brock's Graveler had been using, Red recognized. The large blue pokemon simply stepped to the side and knocked it off course, away from her- directly in Squirtle's direction. “No! Nidoqueen, come on!” Red snapped. Koffing scraped by the turtle, spinning it in circles, right as Zubat swooped back into action, clamping its wings around Squirtle's face, tiny needle fangs sinking into the turtle's head, feeding. “Squirtle, snap out of it! Use Water Gun!”

Squirtle stumbled, and Red could see Zubat angling its body as it feed, leading Squirtle until finally it popped free from the water-type's face just in time for the deluge of water to burst from the turtle's mouth, catching Nidoqueen in the face and causing her to flinch back as Koffing came back around. Her foot came down on the spinning poison-type and she tripped, her arms flailing, and the pokemon came crashing to the ground. Koffing chuckled, ceasing its rotation and taking back to the air, puffing ugly clouds, gloating.

“Squirtle, come on! You've got to help Nidoqueen out!” Red cried.

“I'm going to end this wager of ours now,” Proton licked her lips. “Because I'm ready to collect. Koffing, use Self-Destruct!”

Red's eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”

Koffing began to glow with a strange, internal light. Then, one after another, beams of light began to pour through the holes in its body. The poison-type lowered to the ground, nearer to Red's pokemon, as Zubat climbed awkwardly into the air. Red flinched away from the light, covering his eyes, unable to watch his utter defeat.

Nidoqueen roared and dived on top of Koffing, knocking Squirtle away with her tail. The turtle landed on its back and simply withdrew into its shell. There was a high pitched sound, like a needle in the ear, and then a powerful, muffled explosion. The ground-type's body jerked as the enemy exploded against her belly, large plumes of smoke curling around her unmoving form, rising like sinister dark snakes into the air.

Red looked back, awestruck. Nidoqueen lay on the ground, thoroughly defeated. Zubat lowered back down, flying circles over the battlefield, scanning for enemy movement. “Seems to me you've lost, boy,” Proton purred, hand over her mouth, lips curved in feline amusement. “And it is time for me to taste you.”

“Not so fast, bitch!” Red said. From within its shell Squirtle emerged, wobbling to its feet, eyes now refocused. It glanced at the defeated Nidoqueen, and then up at the Zubat above. “Your first mistake was trying to count my Squirtle out. Just because he's my weakest pokemon, doesn't mean he's not my strongest!”

Proton blinked. “Huh?”

“Squirtle! Let's finish this- use Bubble Beam!”

The tiny turtle's cheeks bloated and then out came a spray of propelled bubbles that crashed against the bat's body. How this did damage Red was not quite sure, but damage it did nonetheless, and Zubat's body fell in a spiral towards the ground, crashing with a wet, soft thud.

There was a still silence on the battlefield.

“I won!” Red's fists pumped into the air. Squirtle turned to him and imitated the action, despite the numerous injuries covering it. “Holy fuck we actually won!”

Proton stared out at the celebrating intruder and his pokemon in disbelief. “Me... defeated? Just who is this guy?” Despite her loss, there was a strong inferno burning in her groin, only growing stronger, building.

With a sudden grim seriousness on his face, Red returned his starter pokemon to its ball and strode across the plateau towards the executive, who watched him with both fear and intrigue intermingling in her eyes. He stood in front of her and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close to him. Her hands came to his chest and she looked into his eyes, their height almost equal. “You wanna play with me?” he muttered. “Then let's play.” At once her face was in his neck, sucking and licking at the skin, covering the length of his neck and his collarbone with blue lip marks.

He could feel her grin against him, and then she sunk her sharp shark teeth into the meat of his shoulder. He grunted, and one of her hands grabbed at his cock through his pants. She pulled her face back, and he could feel blood dribble from the bite, and licked at her lips. She crouched, her legs spread wide as she sunk and tugged at Red's pants. “Can you even suck me off with those teeth?” Red asked, knocking off her hat so he could thread his fingers through her hair. She pulled his underwear down too, staring lovingly at the long, thick cock pointed at her face and pouted her lips, pressing the head of it against her mouth, faintly tasting his pre-cum.

All at once she sucked him in down to the base, her nose pressed against his crotch, her tongue lapping out. Her lips squeezed tightly and then she pulled back, the feeling of her warm mouth a rush, strands of saliva falling down her chin. Around the base of his dick was a blue ring from her lips. His eyebrows rose appreciatively, having felt no trace of the weapons she had in her mouth. “Don't forget who's in control here, boy,” she breathed, gloved hand stroking the hot, fat cock. “I'll do what I want with you, so all you have to do is fuck me like a good boy or I'll be forced to do something to ruin this beautiful dick of yours.”

He shivered. “Got it.”

She stood up and then dragged him by the front of his shirt into a kiss. Her lips were supple, impossibly soft against his, and her tongue darted out, almost coy as it tangled with his. Then she bit his lip, shocking him from the reverie of kissing her with pain, and he could taste his own blood, metallic on his tongue. “Mmh,” Proton moaned, pulling away from him. Her hand stroked through his hair. “You taste delicious.” She grinned, and he watched her tongue lick away the bit of his blood that had gotten on her teeth.

Then she pushed down on him and he went to his knees in front of her. “Undo my boots,” she said. He reached around and found the long zippers that went up the back of them. Once he had unzipped them, he held them for her while she stepped out of them. He set them off to the side, and looked back to find her pulling her underwear- a thong- down from beneath her skirt, tossing them to land on top of her boots. She lifted her skirt, showing her pussy, a tiny patch of green pubes above it.

Her thighs were already coated with her juices and he took hold of her hips, licking at the smooth expanse of leg, the taste of her on his tongue. She stroked his head. “Good boy,” she cooed. “Don't you want to eat me? Go on, bury your tongue in me.”

She pushed on the back of his head and shoved him against her vagina, his nose pressing against her pubes. He licked along her slit, the taste surprisingly sweet, and felt his dick ache to be touched, to be inside something wet and warm. Proton sighed with relief, feeling his tongue go to work on her burning pussy, pleasure spreading out and rolling through her body. She looked down at him, the taste of his blood and his cock in her mouth, and she felt her hips buck roughly against his face as he flicked her clit with his tongue.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and began to grind against his tongue, desperate now for release. Red grunted, the feeling of her rubbing so intently against him almost painful, and soon she was ignoring his mouth to simply rub against his face, her hips thrusting erratically. She sucked in a breath. “Hnn,” she breathed, and to Red's surprise she began to squirt as she used his face, soaking him and filling his mouth with it. She pulled away, legs trembling, her hand immediately diving to rub herself.

Red coughed, spiting her cum onto the ground. She nearly jumped on him, knocking him to the ground, straddling his chest as she leaned over him. She tore him out of his jacket and tugged his shirt up, revealing his body, and she began to plant kisses across his chest until she took a nipple into her mouth, sucking. Red moaned, feeling her tongue flick, the suction of her mouth. And then her teeth clenched, biting the nub of his nipple, sending a jab of pain and he flinched. She giggled against his chest, and gave the same attention to his other nipple, ending in another painful bite.

She turned around, letting him catch an eyeful of her tight, round ass as she moved to position her pussy over his cock, reverse cowgirl. “Fuck me like you hate me,” she said. “Use that fat cock of yours and break my cunt.”

She sunk down onto him and he groaned at the tight warmth that enveloped him. She ground against him, rose, and then he grabbed hold of her hips and slammed into her with all the force he could muster. She yelped, and Red began to jack hammer in and out of Proton's pussy, filling the cave with the wet sounds of her being fucked. She slammed back against him just as hard, letting out a ragged moan as she was stuffed full of dick, like he was aiming to break her hips with his thrusting.

He smacked her across the ass as he pounded her, eliciting a groan. He did it again, and again and again until the red imprint of his hand was left on each ass cheek, a burning reminder that he had dicked her so thoroughly. He could feel her vagina tighten around him as he thrusting somehow came quicker. “S-Such a good booooy,” she sighed, hanging her head, her orgasm ripping through her body. “Such a good dick!” He could feel her squirt again and he took opportunity of her vulnerability, grabbing her and pulling her off him, flipping her over and pushing her back to ground before slamming back into her.

She cried as he thrusted deep inside her, balls clapping against her, and her hands beat against his chest, Proton unable to handle the way it seemed every part of her was exploding with the buzz of euphoria. If this were a visual medium, one might surmise her pupils would be heart shaped by this point. She began to claw at his chest, digging into the skin, and he grunted, wincing at the feeling, the hurt of each scratch swallowed by each stroke of his cock inside her. She came again, now unable to even make sound as her pussy squeezed. Her hands clawed desperately, drawing blood, but Red felt the building of his own orgasm, found that he could fuck through the pain.

She leaned forward, arms snaking around his back, and began to lick and suck at the scratches she had left, drinking from his blood as he plowed her pussy. The feeling of her tongue swirling against him, her lips like forceful clouds against him as she sucked at his chest, was what pushed him over the edge. With one angry sounding grunt he felt his sack tighten and his cock pulse as he unloaded his cum in her. Proton whined against his chest, feeling herself be bred by such a beautiful boy's cock, and fell back to the ground, eyes fluttering closed, smiling to herself.

Red pulled out of her, cock dripping with her wetness, and he fell back on his ass, breathing heavily. “You... you gonna let us go?” he asked between breaths, staring at the pale supine body before him, her small pale chest heaving, her pussy and asshole still twitching. She gave some vague, unclear sound and waved a hand. “Sounds like a yes to me.” He got up, shimmying his boxers on first, before running over to his companions, kneeling down to untie them. He ripped the tape off that had been covering their mouths.

“Red! I'm glad you're okay!...Except... I'm not sure how I feel about your dick being what saved us,” Green said, looking over at Proton. A strange feeling of lust and jealousy sat heavy in her belly.

“Oh, come on. You've had it before,” Red said, smiling, working at untying them. “This is some good dick.”

“Agreed!” Yellow said smartly.

Red stood, helping the two of them up. “You guys have everything? Pokemon, your bags?”

They nodded. “Let's just get the hell out of here, please, before she returns to her senses,” Green gestured at the Rocket executive.

They escaped, the Rocket members eyeing them as they fled.

 

By the time they were outside, into the fresh air of Route 4, it was getting dark. “You know, Red, you handled yourself pretty well in that battle,” Green said as they began to traverse down the side of the mountain. They could see green fields of grass before them, and even further, the shining lights of Cerulean. “Your pokemon are really improving. Squirtle is, anyway. Nidoqueen was just being herself, I suppose.”

“Yeah, what an absolute tank, am I right?” Red beamed, proud of his pokemon.

“I knew Daddy was gonna get us out of that situation,” Yellow said, clinging to Red's arm.

“Say, you seemed to know a lot about Team Rocket,” Red looked down at his little trap.

“Oh, well, y'know... I just watch a lot of news, haha,” Yellow giggled. Green watched him, unconvinced, but said nothing.

“Well, I can safely say that I could sleep for maybe a thousand years after all that,” Red yawned. “Let's get to that fuckin Center and get some rest.”

And so they go, into the coming night, toward the city of water.

 

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Cerulean City was perhaps less populated than Viridian City had been, but it covered more ground, spread out more broadly across the hills that made up the terrain it sat upon. There was sea salt on the air, drifting down on the wind from the north, and it gave the city some vibrant energy that was a welcome relief after their trek through the mountain. When they'd woken up in the morning, Red decided to head north to look for pokemon and train. While Green went with him, Yellow decided to sleep in some before taking care of some errands.

He stepped out of the PokeMart, restocked on supplies (after the Team Rocket ambush, Yellow felt it safer to have a healthy supply of potions and other such things), he smiled up into the warm sunshine. It was a good day to be outside, so he decided to drop his stuff off at their room at the Center and then left to find his friends.

The Nugget Bridge was a stunning piece of golden architecture and connected the city to Route 25. It shimmered in the sunlight and Yellow could see a handful of battles taking place along it. It was a popular spot for trainers, and he knew even held tournaments on occasion for grand cash prizes. He hoped that his friends hadn't gotten too far. “Bonjour!” a voice called out. Yellow glanced up and saw a boy in a large blue sweater, a shock of light brown hair on his head. “You looking to battle?”

“I think I could be entertained by the idea,” Yellow smiled sweetly. He stuck out his hand to shake. “What's your name?”

“Blue,” they shook hands. “I'm a trainer from Pallet Town.”

Yellow blinked. “Really? That's funny. Sure, I could go for a battle.”

They separated, moving to stand apart from each other. Blue grinned, spinning a Poke Ball on one finger (what a neat trick, Yellow thought) and then caught it in his hand before throwing it. A burst of light, and there was a Krabby staring intently, mouth bubbling with watery foam. Yellow smirked, holding his Poke Ball tight. “Sorry, Blue, but this particular pokemon is no match for mine. Go, Pikachu!”

From his ball came the majestic, graceful Magikarp, mouth agape.

Yellow smacked his forehead. “Sonuvabitch, I forgot.”

“Ha! Strange name for a Magikarp!” Blue snarked. Krabby scuttled forward, pincers sniping menacingly. Then it surged with strange speed, one claw extended, reaching for the weak fish. Magikarp flexed and then slapped the ground with its tail, bouncing into the air just in time to avoid the attack. “What!? No way!”

“Well, that was... sort of something,” Yellow sighed, returning Magikarp to its ball. “Pikachu, come on out!”

Pikachu came to the field, ears twitching. Krabby studied its new enemy, eyes darting back and forth, mouth foaming in thought. Pikachu's cheeks crackled to life and shot a small zap of electricity. Krabby winced, shuffling back, and then collapsed against the second strike. Blue returned the water-type, running a hand through his air. “Sure, sure, that was just a warm up. That pokemon was fresh caught, anyway. Meet my Mankey!”

The fighting monkey seemed to be in movement before it even left its ball, colliding with Pikachu and sending them both rolling across the ground. Mankey scratched and kicked at the mouse, whose tail uselessly tried to smack at the fighting-type's back. “Shock Wave!” Yellow called hurriedly. He was sure that Blue would have more pokemon than just those two, and needed Pikachu to have as much energy as possible. Magikarp wasn't winning any battles, that was for sure.

Pikachu's body rippled with static, and then a burst of electricity sent Mankey flying back, bouncing against the ground where it landed and rolling. “Follow it up with Swift!” Pikachu swung its tail, sending forth a flurry of star-shaped energy that crashed and broke against Mankey's body. The fighting-type's tail straightened, and then slackened, signaling its defeat.

“Hey, you're pretty good!” Blue said, returning his pokemon. “I think I'll have to bring my ace out for this one- go, Ivysaur!”

Yellow's eyes widened. “Aw, shit.” He had expected Blue to have one of the starters, of course (and he was willing to bet that the trainer was well acquainted with Red and Green), but he had not expected it to have evolved. Squirtle and Charmander were still in their base forms, and Yellow's stupid assumption that this would hold true for Bulbasaur was about to cost him this battle.

Ivysaur stood proud, the red plant on its back a healthy red color. It stared Pikachu down, who was noticeably intimidated. A pair of vines expelled from the plant and sped towards the electric-type, who ran and slid beneath them, hopping up and smashing Ivysaur in the face with another Swift. The grass-type recoiled and turned, kicking out with its back legs and catching the mouse in the gut. Before Pikachu could properly recover, Ivysaur launched a barrage of Razor Leaf, cutting through Pikachu and knocking it down flat, defeated.

“Ha! That's what I thought,” Blue said. “Wanna let Magikarp have a try?”

Yellow grimaced, returning Pikachu to its ball. He reached into his bag, hand grabbing around a ball, and then hesitated. “Ngh, no, I've lost,” he sighed. “You're a tough one to beat.”

Blue sauntered over, returning his pokemon. “I believe this is the part where you're supposed to pay up.”

“Yeah? And what if I don't?” Yellow looked Blue up and down. Yellow had the money, of course... but, well, where would the fun be in that?

Blue grabbed the trap by the back of the neck and pulled him close. Yellow could feel his hard dick through his pants, pressing against Yellow's thigh. “Then I'll have to take something else, huh?” Yellow just nodded, feeling arousal stir in his crotch. Blue pushed the blonde boy against the railing of the bridge, then spun him around before crouching, flipping up his skirt.

“Let me help with that,” Yellow said, reaching back and spreading his fat ass as Blue pulled the panties down, freeing his tight puckered hole and his balls. “Help yourself, please.” Blue's hands gripped him by the thighs. Yellow felt the warmth of Blue's mouth take in one of his balls and then the other, swirling them around with his tongue. Yellow reached down, taking his cock in hand, stroking, as Blue began to kiss up his taint, planting one on his asshole before licking.

Yellow's other hand massaged his own butt as the tongue went to work, rimming him before pressing against his hole. The trap moaned, hand leaving his ass to press against the back of Blue's head. He ate the blonde trainer out faster now, a wet and messy affair that had Yellow trying to grind against Blue's face and jerk himself off, thrusting at his own hand as pleasing shocks coursed through his body.

“I'm gonna cum just from this,” Yellow breathed, eyes shut in ecstasy. “Your tongue's so fucking good.” Blue began to tongue fuck his ass, and with a final staggered groan he blew his load, coating the railing. “Now your dick, gimme dick!”

Blue, not needing to be invited twice, stood, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock through the front hole of his underwear. He slid it between the cushioning trap butt, hands gripping the tiny boy's hips, grinding. “Mmf,” Yellow pushed back against Blue, giving him a slick buttjob, the feeling of the hard dick sliding between his ass driving him wild. After another thrust, the second one pressed the head of Blue's dick inside, being swallowed, pulled into a constricting squeeze.

“How does someone so tiny like you-” he grunted as he pushed in, gasping as he felt himself be taken in fully. Yellow shuddered at the feeling of being filled. “Carry around this much ass all the time?”

“So worth it,” Yellow moaned, hands gripping the bridge railing tight, as Blue began to properly thrust, grinding against Yellow's prostate, making his dick ache pleasurably. Pre-cum dribbled onto the boards of the bridge as the trap's ass bounced off Blue, dick swinging with the force of the thrusts. They collided together, the smacking of their bodies, an occurrence that seemed to only slightly disturb any other trainer on the bridge within eyesight.

“You like being ass fucked like this in front of all these people?” Blue grunted, dick pounding in and out of the trap with abandon, thrusts hard in a desperate need for more pleasure.

“Mhmm,” Yellow groaned, could feel another orgasm building. “I want them to see what a good girl I am.”

Blue moaned, feeling his cock harden more as his orgasm welled up, and then spewed forth into Yellow's ass, still fucking as he came, the sounds of the butt being stuffed now lewdly wet. Yellow drooled as another rope of cum blasted from his cock, his ass clenching over and over again on the dick inside of him, milking it for every drop.

Blue pulled away, grinning, stuffing himself back in his pants. “Well, hey, maybe we can battle again sometime.”

Yellow nodded dreamily, catching some of Blue's cum from his ass with his hand, licking it off and savoring the taste. “Definitely.”

 

Yellow stepped out of the Pokemon Center, his pokemon freshly healed, and saw Red and Green in the distance, waving at them. “Daddy! I missed you today,” he hugged the taller boy tight, and winked at Green, who frowned at him. “What were you guys up to?”

“Oh, I caught a pokemon and then I fucked a chick with a dick,” Red said, as if that were two casual things to string together into a sentence.

“Huh?” Yellow looked up at him.

“I'll explain later. Shit was pretty cash,” Red said, and held up what looked like tickets. “Plus she gave me boat tickets. Said if we can make it to Vermillion City soon, the S.S. Anne is throwing a party. Might be pretty cool.

“Wow, I've heard the S.S. Anne is beautiful!” Yellow said. “Maybe we can dress up all nice and stuff. Wanna see me in a dress, Daddy?”

“I don't know where I'd even get a suit,” Red considered this. “I don't know if I've ever even had a suit. Anyway, what'd you do today?”

“Mm, I got some training done and then somebody came in my ass right where everyone could see,” Yellow giggled.

“Sounds like a normal day for you, then,” Green muttered.

“His name was Blue! Do you guys know him?”

Yellow felt Red stiffen, and look down at him. “What? Did I say something wrong?” He glanced at Green, who was trying to contain a laugh.

“You... said Blue? His name was Blue?” Red asked, his face grim.

“Yeah?...I figured, well, you guys were friends or somethin,” Yellow's eyes met Red's, large, watery. “Cause you're from Pallet Town, and all.”

Red placed his hands on the tiny boy's shoulders. “Blue,” he said the name like a curse word. “Is the scummiest piece of fuck on the planet. I could punch his face a thousand times. Jesus, I hate that guy. And you've consorted with the enemy, Yellow.”

“Daddy I didn't know!” the trap glanced at Green, desperate for help, and the girl had turned her back, hands on her knees, crying with silent laughter.

“Sorry, but this is a severe offense,” Red shook his head like he was disappointed. “I think you know what has to happen, Yellow. You've been a bad girl.”

Yellow could feel his face heat, a stirring in his cock. “D-Daddy, I didn't know...”

“And now it's a mistake you won't make again,” Red said, and then picked Yellow up, throwing the tiny boy over his shoulder, spanking one thick ass cheek. “Come on, Green, I've got some punishment to deliver.”

As they walked to the Center, Green locked eyes with Yellow, and then stuck her tongue out, blowing him a little raspberry.

 

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While Yellow was out taking care of some things that needed doing, Red and Green headed north out of the city to Route 24. “You really don't think Nidoqueen can handle the Gym Leader?” Red asked as they strolled past the burbling river that carved through the route. “I mean, she's taken her fair share of L's, but not really because she isn't strong. She doesn't do the whole 'listening' thing real well.”

“Because she hasn't come to respect you yet,” Green said. The route continued to the east, turning into Route 25, but here they turned left, opting instead for the healthy, abundant grass where there would certainly be pokemon up for capture. “And until she does, you're going to need other pokemon to back Squirtle up. You only barely beat Team Rocket in the mountain, and I can't help but imagine what's gonna happen if we run into Proton again...” she shuddered.

“I think you're just a worry-wart,” Red said, looking around. He could see some pokemon about, but none that interested him over much. “But I would like something new on the team. Fresh blood. I can't be assed to deal with Nidoqueen's attitude problems.”

“I'm not a worry-wart, Red, I'm trying to help,” she crossed her arms. “It's just advice.”

“Well, not to slam dunk on your little advice,” Red crouched, peering at the grass, trying to summon forth some cool monster with his thoughts. “But seems to me every time I've listened to you, I've gotten bodied instantly afterward. I think I should be listening to my intuition more- that seems to do me much better.”

“My advice isn't bad, you're just stupid,” Green said. “You listen, but you don't actually listen.”

“I may be stupid,” Red raised one finger in the air. “But I've still got one more Gym badge than you do. Soon to be two more, I might add.”

Red stood and cracked his fingers. “Now stand back and watch this. I believe you'll remember this technique.” He plucked an empty Poke Ball from his belt and held it out in front of him, taking in one slow, long breath, exhaling. “I don't need advice! I have fate on my side. The universe is going to guide me- and I'll prove it by catching a pokemon right here, right now.” He threw the Poke Ball and it hurtled through the air, falling towards the ground...

And then halting in mid-air.

“The hell? Does that mean I caught something?” Red looked between Green and the capsule.

“I don't know...” Green shuffled back a few steps, now wary.

The ball suddenly flung forward and bludgeoned into Red's face, knocking him to his back. He scrambled to his hands and knees, rubbing at his sore nose. From the grass rose a yellow and brown fox thing, eyes closed like in a peaceful slumber, tail wagging languidly. “That's an Abra!” Green exclaimed. “I think those are supposed to be pretty rare.”

“Ha! Destiny leads me true again,” Red snapped his fingers. “Squirtle, get out here! Beat that thing up!”

Squirtle landed on all fours out of its ball, sizing up the psychic-type that floated before it. The turtle bolted forward and then there was a popping sound as the fox seemed to evaporate out of thin air- blinking into existence behind Squirtle. It raised one hand, gesturing with a claw, and Squirtle flung side ways, rolling across the ground. The water-type wheeled around, using its tail to stop momentum, and vomited forth a spray of bubbles. Abra's ears twitched and the bubbles stopped a few inches from the wild pokemon, slowly arranging themselves in a sort of protective shield.

“This thing is crazy,” Red muttered, but there was something fiery in him. This thing was powerful, and he knew he'd needed it on his team. Something that strong under his total command would have to ensure victory, right? Squirtle stood on two legs, jumping at the floating orb of bubbles, trying to swat at it and missing. There was a soft shifting sound and the ground beneath Squirtle began to lift, pulling grass and dirt with it. The turtle wobbled, trying to keep its balance, and then the piece of earth upturned, dumping the water-type to the ground before slamming down on top of it.

“Try and use types to your advantage,” Green said, watching intently. “It goes both ways- you resist some types and take extra damage from others. Try and think, does Squirtle have something it can use that'll be super effective against Abra?”

“When I need help I'll ask for it,” Red grunted. Abra dismissed the bubble shield and floated above Squirtle, somehow watching it through closed eyes. It spread its arms and Squirtle began to float up, held in the air by some invisible hand, dangling. There was a soft sound of concentration from the psychic fox, pulling up dirt, grass, pebbles. Everything began to swirl around. Red's eyes flickered across the fight, frowning, trying to solve this puzzle, trying to read the situation before Abra could enact its full scheme.

All the crap floating about the psychic-type began to pick up speed, whirling through the air. “Squirtle, use Withdraw!” he commanded, suddenly inspired. The turtle's limbs pulled inside its shell, protecting it from all that collided against it, dirt clumps breaking against its shell. “Use Water Gun to direct yourself, and slam right into that Abra!” The shell rotated so that the head hole was at the back, and then a harsh spray of water propelled the turtle through the air. Abra's ears twitched, turning in the water-type's direction, but the response from the fox was too slow- and it took the full brunt of the blow.

There was a silence, the strange hum of Abra's abilities suddenly cutting, and everything fell to the ground. Squirtle spun through the air, cutting its Water Gun attack, and bounced along the ground, safe inside the shell. Abra fell to the ground lying on its back, unmoving, as still in unconsciousness as combat. “See that, Green? I can win a fight by myself just fine- not because of cheap tactics, not because of an overpowered pokemon, but through Squirtle and I's sheer grit!”

She bit her tongue, trying to hold back the stab of irritated venom that threatened to spew forth.

Red took the Poke Ball he had thrown it before and launched it at the psychic-type. The ball locked without a second of delay. He picked it up, huffing on it and the rubbing it against his jacket, shining it, beaming with pride. “Well, look who has an Abra now.”

“We still have a while before we said we'd meet up with Yellow,” Green said. “Why don't we see what's along Route Twenty-Five?”

“Oh, sure, sure, maybe I'll have the chance to use my new pokemon!” Red laughed to himself, already imagining how good it was going to feel trying this thing out.

 

They found themselves plenty of trainers to battle and by the time they had come to the end of the route, a scenic cliff overlooking the ocean, their pokemon had gone from worn out to completely useless for battling. It was a welcome sight when they saw nothing but a little shack surrounded by a garden of plants both local and foreign, most notably the tropical trees of Hoenn and Alola. “Whose house do you think that is?” Red asked as they neared, squinting to try to peer inside the windows. The curtains were drawn and the inside seemed dark.

“I don't know,” Green said. “We could just knock.”

Red shrugged and twisted the knob. It gave way and the door opened some, loosing an unsettled creak. He looked at his companion. “Looks open to me,” he said, and before she could voice her complaints he stepped inside. She looked around worriedly before following suit.

The place was a mess inside, dark and illuminated by the ghostly light of computer screens that were chock full of complicated information. Papers scattered across the ground, diagrams and math. In the back of the shack, which looked to be a little one room affair aside from a door to what Red presumed to be the bathroom, or something similar. Pushed to one side of the room was a small, single mattress, flipped up to rest against the wall to give extra floor space. There was no one inside.

“Looks like a nerd den,” Red said, rubbing his chin. “Hey! Any nerds in here?”

“Maybe you shouldn't be so loud,” Green whispered from behind him. “We don't know who lives here...”

From somewhere, “hello?”

“Yeah, what's up,” Red called, trying to discern the voice's location. “You hiding or something? We can't see you.”

“Sorry for just coming in,” she said, tentatively, looking around. “But the door was unlocked, and we were worried that maybe something had happened.”

“Well, you were right,” the voice responded. It was feminine, which had perked Red's attention. “Something did happen. Listen, I'm sort of in a tight spot. If you could promise not to, like, laugh or anything, I could use the help. I can't operate this machine by myself.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem,” Red went to the computer desk, peeking at the papers there. All of it was shit that flew leagues above his head.

There was a sliding sound as the doors on one of the machines at the back opened. From the entrance peeked a woman, face a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. She had short brown hair, a pixie cut, and her face was slim, pretty. “Okay... well, like I said, no laughing, alright? I just, uh, made a little mistake on a project,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Red shrugged. She was a cutie, one that he wanted to stuff with his dick.

She came outside of the machine, and she was petite, slim in figure, small perky tits. Between her thin legs was a long cock, one that she poorly tried to hide behind one hand despite it clearly being too big for that. “Oh, shit,” Red said. “Isn't that something.”

The woman's face burned. “I can explain, alright?”

“I don't know if I want to hear it...” Green muttered, looking away.

“This machine I'm working on is gonna be a big deal,” she said, patting it proudly. “You can use it to transfer yourself into new bodies, that sort of thing. You run a few things, step into one end, and come out the other as something else. Physically, anyway. I was running a few tests and ran the wrong executable, and here we are.”

“So...” Red did some mental calculations. “You gave yourself a dick?”

“And a set of tits. And a different chromosome. I think,” the woman looked down at her dick. “Not sure how this works, biologically. Not really the point, because here I am regardless. I'm supposed to be a guy. Name's Bill, by the way. Nice to meet y'all. Wish it were under better circumstances.”

“These seem like fine circumstances to me,” Red said.

“Yeah? How do you reckon that?” Bill asked. “I'm walking around with tiddies and a dick that, I'm not ashamed to say, is bigger than my real one. Not seeing the positives here.”

Red hopped onto the desk and patted his lap. “Why don't you come here and I can show you some.”

Green looked at him, her attention now unwillingly held.

Bill seemed bewildered, but her cock jumped, and she made her way to him with some reluctant magnetism. He reached out and grabbed her hand, placing it on the growing bulge in his pants. She bit her bottom lip, an involuntary show of want, need. “I get done with you,” Red said, unzipping his pants, “and you'll be feeling just fine as you are.” He shifted, shucking his pants, boxers, and his jacket, letting his dick free.

Bill's hand wrapped around it at once, her touch delicate, reverential almost in the strange bubbling of arousal that was building in the head of her cock, a need for pleasure. Her other hand came and fondled his balls, rolling them in her palm. Red's hand stroked the back of her head and he looked at Green, smirking, who stared back at him with something inscrutable in her eyes, her hands clenched in front of her.

The futa dropped to her knees, admiring the tower of dick before her face, fat and warm in her grip. She leaned forward, kissed it, letting it rest hotly against her face as she mouthed along it, her tongue and lips caressing the sensitive skin. Red grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her face and she moaned, a sound that seemed to surprise her. “Take it in your mouth,” he commanded, and she did at once, taking the head in her mouth, the taste activating some deep part of her brain, driving her wild, her dick straining for release.

She sucked, taking as much of it as she could, which was very little. Still it felt good and Red sighed as he stroked her hair, her eyes watery and timid as she looked up at him, her lips wrapped around his shaft. “Don't you feel good, sucking me off like that?” he said, pushing her a little deeper down on him. She gagged some but still worked, savoring the feel of him in her mouth. She agreed around his dick, a murmured “mhm” that vibrated his cock.

“Then you're gonna feel great taking it inside you,” he grunted, and pulled her off of him. “Stand up and turn around for me.”

She did, bending over some for him. Her ass was a cute little bubble, and gave a full presentation of her asshole, pussy, and her hanging sack and dick. “You've got the full package, huh?” Red took one rough handful of ass cheek before pulling her back, lining his cock up with the entrance of her vagina. He gestured toward Green with a finger. “You, come here. You get right in front of Bill here and watch me fuck her senseless.”

Green stood for a moment and then walked over, getting to her knees in front of them, staring at the two cocks lined up before her. Then Red pulled and the futa began to sink down onto his dick. Bill moaned, stretching around the thick rock. She began to stroke herself when she felt herself sitting fully in the boy's lap, and she ground her hips against him, hips rolling, trying to get stuffed more despite how full she already felt.

“Oo,” she groaned, starting to fuck herself in his lap, his hands coming around to play with her chest, rolling her nipples in his fingers. It was a strange sensation to be so full, and each time the cock pounded in and out of her, it sent a rolling wave of pleasure up her dick. She was bouncing against him, her dick flailing, slapping against her belly.

Red grunted, hooking his arms around her legs and pulling back in one smooth motion before standing up, holding her in a full nelson while he began to pound her relentlessly, spreading her wide open before Green who watched shame-faced. She felt herself soak through her panties as Red slammed into the futanari, whose moans grew more lewd, more debased as she was fucked.

“I love it, I love your dick!” Bill whined, held uselessly in the air, used roughly like a sex toy. “This is the best! Cock is the best!!” Red hammered into the petite slut and felt her pussy began to grab at him, tight and needy, and her cock jumped to attention, head swelling as she began to climax. Her load shot out, splattering against Green's face, who flinched but held in place, her eyes closing, vagina burning to be used. She felt sticky rope after sticky rope land on her, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room.

Red pulled Bill off of him, setting her on the desk where she lay, absently stroking her dick as she recovered. Red grabbed the back of Green's head and pulled her close as he masturbated, quick, hard strokes, his traveling companion looking up at him with a strange mix of lust, of wanting his warm load on her face, and guilt. He let out one struggled grunt before he blew, his cum adding to Bill's across her face. She bit her lip, eyes squeezing shut, and she allowed herself to gently rub her aching pussy over her panties, under her dress, semen running down her face.

Red turned to the scientist. “Need any more help?”

She shook her head, smiling dreamily. “No, I'm good.”

He looked down at the desk, spotting what looked like tickets next to her. “Hey, what're those?”

“Huh?” Bill looked around, and saw them. “Oh, those. There's some party or something in Vermillion City. Say, I don't need them, and after that... well, it'd be a shame if I didn't give you guys something in return. Go ahead and take em, they might be more useful for you than me.”

Red swiped them, grinning. “Well, don't mind if I do.”

 

Red stood beside Yellow, who sat on the bed with his legs spread in shame. The trap's dick was in a cage, white and red with a little Poke Ball symbol on it. “Daddy it kinda hurts...” he muttered.

“Good. It's supposed to be a lesson,” Red patted him on the head.

“I think it looks cute,” Green said, snickering. She sat on the floor, having watched Red go through the process of locking Yellow up.

“What would you know about cute, slut!” Yellow snapped, face red with embarrassment.

“Ladies, settle down,” Red rolled his eyes. “I'm not gonna listen to the two of you argue all night. I need to get some real rest, I'm fighting a Gym Leader tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you don't want to take another day or two to train?” Green asked. “The Gym's going to be tougher than the last one and-”

“What did I say about advice giving, Green?”

She frowned.

“Yeah! Why don't you have a little faith in Daddy?” Yellow asked.

“You know, I don't recall anyone asking you, tramp!” Green spat.

“Ha! You call me a tramp when you spent your day getting your face painted by cum!” Yellow let loose a mocking chuckle.

“Said the bitch who got railed on a bridge,” Green crossed her arms, remembering the feeling of those hot loads on her.

“Oh, my god, shut up,” Red threw his hands in the air. “No talking zone! That's what this room is, now. No talking. I hear one peep, I'm gonna go apeshit. Understand? I'm gonna turn on the TV and I'm gonna get in bed, and I swear to Christ if someone even so much as thinks of something catty to say, I'm just gonna fucking lose it.”

His girls glared at each other.

He sighed. “Thank you.”

He laid down in bed and flipped the TV on. They looked at him until he glanced their way. “Nope. You two are sharing a bed tonight, I'm not having it.” Yellow and Green glanced at each other, unnerved by the idea but less pleased with pissing Red off more. Green flipped the lights off and then climbed into bed beside the trap. And it was in this peaceful quiet (the buzzing of whatever was on TV being nothing more the quaint background noise) that Red fell asleep, dreaming of his victory against the Cerulean Gym.

 

Chapter Text

They stood before the doors of the gym, looking inside at what seemed to be a large pool with a battlefield in the middle. Red stared inside, nervous to take that first step. “What pokemon do you think they'll use?” he asked. “I don't know any water-types. Do you think they'll have their own Squirtle? Or like, uh... something else.”

“Maybe you should use my Bellsprout,” Green said. “It'll be really strong against whatever the leader uses.”

He looked at her. “I don't need your pokemon, I can do it with my own!”

“Can you? Your strongest pokemon is weak to water, your starter has nothing to help it deal strong damage that isn't water damage, and your other pokemon is basically brand new. How do you think you're gonna do?”

“Why do you keep treating me like a bad trainer?” Red turned to her, growing angry. “I've won plenty of battles. Hell, I beat Team Rocket! I've done more training than you have, and for the record, I got the Boulder Badge all without your help.”

“You've won, but mostly barely. You would've walked up to Brock with just Squirtle if I hadn't told you to capture something! You scrapped by that battle against Proton by pure chance. And you still haven't managed to beat Blue in a battle,” Green snapped back. Yellow stood between them, looking back and forth as they argued. “I'm trying to help, and you keep throwing it back in my face like I don't know what I'm talking about!”

“Because how do I know that you do? I've barely ever seen you battle anyone!” Red pointed. “You act like you've been a trainer longer than me but I'm doing just fine, no thanks in part to your advice! Listening to you has gotten me creamed in fights against that swagged out dick head, and a pokemon that won't listen to me. At what point does it all start to work out for me, huh?”

“What's it gonna take for you to start listening exactly to what I say? You want me to walk in there and beat the Gym Leader?”

“Yeah, I'd love to see that,” he spat back, and then watched in surprise as she stormed through the front doors, leaving Red and Yellow behind.

“Gee, she got somethin in her snatch today,” Yellow said. The two quickly followed in behind her, eager to see what would happen.

 

The Gym Leader was a girl with fiery red hair, pulled to one side in a ponytail. She was built slim, athletic, and her physique was on display through the two piece swimming suit she wore. The milieu of Gym trainers swam in the large pool, their pokemon training, as Green walked to the center of the battlefield. “I am Green of Pallet Town!” she called, a new confidence in her voice. “I am here to challenge your Gym Leader!”

“Okay, Trainer Green!” the Leader spoke, pulling herself out of the water, healthy tanned skin glistening in the lighting of the Gym. “I've been raring for a trainer to come in all day! My name is Misty, and I'm an expert on the water-type. I trained under Lorelei herself to inherit this Gym, think you can withstand the crushing pressure of my water attacks?”

The two combatants took their places across from each other on the field while Red and Yellow found seats in the stands to watch. “What's she gonna do if her other pokemon faints?” Yellow asked, looking around the Gym. “She's just got Charmander, otherwise. Do you think she has that much confidence in Bellsprout?”

“I don't know,” Red said, crossing his arms. He still felt a bit of irritation thrum in his chest, but now he was interested to see how the fight went. Across the building was another set of seats, and he thought he saw a flicker of movement. He rubbed at his eyes and saw nothing. “Hey, did you see that?”

Yellow shook his head. “No, what?”

“Never mind.”

“If you can defeat my three pokemon, you'll have earned yourself the Cascade Badge! Are you ready to face me?”

Green nodded, grabbing a Poke Ball from her bag. Misty summoned a ball with a flourish, spinning on the tip of her toe before throwing the ball. After the flash of light faded there stood a tiny duck, its feathers yellow, its expression vacant. “Go, Psyduck!” the Leader called.

The other Poke Ball brought out Bellsprout, who wriggled beneath the Gym lights. “Use Poison Powder!” Green shouted immediately. The grass-type's head ballooned and then a plume of noxious looking purple powder spewed out of its gaping mouth. The cloud settled down over the arena and Psyduck flinched against it, chubby little hands held tight against its head. Bellsprout slithered along the ground and then wrapped itself around the duck, squeezing, as the little bird stumbled along, coughing.

“Psyduck, use Confusion!” Misty commanded, smirking, and Green's brave faltered. The water-type's eyes began to glow and the plant untangled from around it, floating into the air, and then sailed into the pool, raising a torrent of water up with it. The duck stumbled out of the poison cloud, gasping for clean air. Vines suddenly lashed out of the water like the tentacles of a mad kraken, jerking for the Psyduck and clinging to it.

“Absorb!” Green said. The vines tugged and yanked the Leader's pokemon into the water. There was struggle beneath the surface and a strange glow shined. There was a splash as the plant pulled itself out, gripping the edges of the battlefield with its leaf limbs, tugging Psyduck along with it as it climbed. It swung and slammed the water-type into the ground and then ambled away, trying to shake the water from its body as it shivered at the refreshment.

The water-type struggled to stand and then fell to the ground, defeated. “Impressive, Trainer Green! Looks like you've got a lot of talent, I'll give you that- but I'm not even at my limit, yet! Meet my fiercest pokemon, Poliwhirl!” The ball that Misty threw was different, the top half blue with two red streaks through it.

“The hell is that?” Red pointed.

“A Great Ball,” Yellow said. “There's lotsa different kinds. Great Balls are just better than Poke Balls, but they do all different stuff. There's one that's better at catching heavy pokemon, for instance.”

“Your ball knowledge doesn't surprise me.”

Yellow giggled.

Poliwhirl was blue, its musculature evident beneath its thin skin. There was a large spiral on its belly, and little gloves on its hands. Bellsprout considered its new opponent. “Poliwhirl, use Belly Drum!” Misty directed. The bouncy frog began to shift its weight back and forth on its feet, a little dance, as its hands slapped at its belly rhythmically. A soft red light began to cover it, like it was an anime character powering up. “Now, use Ice Punch!” There was a sudden shift in the temperature and the cracking of ice as it formed around the frog's fist.

It began to lope across the field, fist cocked back. Bellsprout's eyes widened, and then it shot seeds from its mouth. They broke against the water-type's body and sprouted small roots, digging into the enemy's skin. This seemed to do little about the oncoming attack and Poliwhirl had closed the distance. Its fist swung wildly through the air and cracked against Bellsprout's head, knocking it to the ground.

There was a cloud of powdered ice as the plant slumped to the ground, dazed though still hanging in. Green grimaced, trying to think, to puzzle her way out of this situation. Charmander could likely deal with Poliwhirl, if she played it right, but she had no idea what Misty's third pokemon was and she had little doubt it would destroy her starter if given the opportunity. The seeds embedded in the water-type began to pulse, a similar glow to Bellsprout's Absorb attack, and orbs of gentle light popped free and floated to the plant, sinking into its body, revitalizing it.

It sprung to life as suddenly, wrapping its vines around Poliwhirl's feet and tripping it. Then it clambered on top of its opponent and breathed forth another noxious cloud of poison. The frog struggled in the plant's surprisingly strong grasp, punching aimlessly, trying to nail it in the head again, a decisive punch that would finish the battle for good. The puckered ring of Bellsprout's mouth leeched onto Poliwhirl's back and there was a squeaking sucking sound as even more energy flowed from the water-type to the poison-type.

With a weakened gasp, Poliwhirl reached one hand out before fainting. Bellsprout uncoiled itself from around its opponent, ambulating back into its spot before its trainer, trembling in place, worse for the wear but still managing to persist. “Consider me surprised,” Misty grinned, returning her pokemon. “I didn't expect a cute little thing like you to be such a powerful trainer! Now you get to meet my prized pokemon, my partner! Come on out, Vaporeon!”

It was a long blue pokemon, a fox given aquatic capabilities. It had large, dark eyes that seemed calculating, intelligent. Green muttered a curse to herself. “Now this should be interesting,” Red said, leaning forward in his seat. He didn't know anything about Vaporeon, but he could tell it was something strong both by its looks and his friend's reaction as she faced it down.

“Start with Leech Seed, Bellsprout!” Green called, obvious panic in her voice.

“Not so fast! Vaporeon, use Ice Beam!” Misty responded, her voice full of confidence.

Vaporeon's mouth opened and from it shot forth a beam of rime that chilled the air around it. It managed to catch Bellsprout in its narrow vine body, sending it spinning in circles and collapsing to the ground, completely and utterly defeated. Red winced. “This is the technique passed down to me by Lorelei herself! Doesn't it make your blood run cold at the power?” Misty said. “So what's your next move, Trainer?”

Green grabbed Charmander's Poke Ball, looking first at Misty and her Vaporeon and then up to Red and Yellow in the stands. She bit her lip, and then steeled the resolve she still had captured in her chest. “Time to pull through, Charmander!” she said, throwing the ball. The lizard took its place on the field, examining everything around it, fire crackling magnificently at the tip of its tail.

“Not the choice I would have made,” Misty said. “But let's see what you can do. Vaporeon, use Aqua Jet!” In the blink of an eye the water fox was beside Charmander, who yelped and ducked as the water-type's tail swung with full force, whistling through the air above where the fire-type's head had been moments before. Charmander slashed out with a claw, raking Vaporeon across its flank, and then was kicked in the belly and knocked onto its back.

Vaporeon gripped the meat of Charmander's tail in its mouth and flung it with a flick of its neck, chucking the lizard into the air, then blasted a spurt of water. “Smokescreen!” Green shouted. The fire-type let loose a cloud of thick, acrid smoke that obscured it. The water blast sailed into it... and then a second later Charmander fell to the ground, unharmed, breathing heavily from the intensity. Vaporeon bolted across to its enemy and then tackled into it, sending them rolling across the floor kicking and scratching at each other.

“Finish this, Vaporeon,” Misty pointed with an exaggerated flourish. “Surf!”

There was a sudden stirring in the pool as Vaporeon let loose a cry. Charmander scrambled away from it, surprised, and then it watched in terror was a wall of water rose out of the pool. “No!” Green called, realizing she had lost. Charmander tried in vain to run and was met by the crashing wave, pulled into and beneath the water of the pool as it resettled. Beside Red, Yellow sighed, relaxing in his seat, frowning.

There was a calm in the Gym as Vaporeon got back to its feet, padding calmly over to its master. “Well then, Trainer Green, is that your last pokemon or do you have more for me? You've made for quite the challenge, I'll grant you that.”

Then there was a bright glow from the pool, a brilliant beam of illumination. Then it subsided. Misty's eyes went wide. “No... no way!”

One red claw came out of the pool, grabbing the edge, and then the pokemon hauled itself over the side. It was Charmander, but bigger, leaner and packed with more muscles. Its scales had gone from orange to a dark red, and a horn protruded from the back of its head. “He evolved,” Green gasped. “Charmander evolved!”

Charmeleon breathed, still low in energy despite having evolved, but there was a glimmer of bloodlust in its eyes, a cool tensing of its muscles as it walked onto the battlefield, tail crackling with a tiny fire. “You can do this, Charmeleon! Dragon Rage!” Green yelled. Charmeleon breathed strange purple flames that washed over Vaporeon. The water-type writhed against the pain, tail slapping desperately against the ground until it moved no more.

“I... lost?” Misty blinked, surprised.

“I did it!” Green's arms pumped into the air. “We won, Charmeleon!”

Trainer and pokemon met each other in a victorious, joyful hug, jumping and laughing. She returned her starter as the Leader came over to her, Misty having already returned Vaporeon to its ball. “Well, Green of Pallet Town, you have proven yourself worthy of the Cerulean City Gym Badge,” she said. “Congratulations. With strength like that, I'm sure you'll be facing down the Elite Four in no time.”

Green gave her friends one glance, then grabbed Misty by the ponytail and pulled her close, to the Leader's shock. “I don't w-want your badge,” her voice wavered, betraying the rough confidence in her voice. “I want a prize more befitting the trainer that beat you.”

“Yeah?” Misty bit her bottom lip. “What did you have in mind?”

“Eat my pussy,” Green said. It sounded strange to hear it out of her mouth, even to herself. “Get on your knees and worship me, s-slut.”

Misty nodded, smiling, lowering herself to her knees. Red watched, unsure of how to react, though his body sure did. His cock grew hard in his pants, something that did not escape Yellow's notice, who reached over and stroked him through his jeans. “Somebody finally grew a backbone,” the trap murmured, already feeling the strain of the cage around his dick. “You sit back and enjoy, Daddy, I'll take care of you.” Before Red could say anything, his penis was out and inside Yellow's warm mouth.

Green pulled up her dress enough to give the Gym Leader access, Misty's hands pushing the girl's panties out of the way as she stuffed her face in the pussy before her. Green moaned as the tongue explored her folds, lapping at her clit, flicking inside of her, her grip tight on the red head's ponytail. She began to grind against Misty's tongue, tugging her face tighter into Green's vagina, unable to keep herself from making little sounds of need.

“S-such a good pussy eating w-whooore,” Green groaned, still trying to sound dominant and failing. She pushed Misty away, who rested on her back, propped up by her elbows. “Gonna use your face.” Green stood over her and the water-type trainer laid down fully as the girl's knees came down on either side of her head, pussy hanging tauntingly before Misty. Before she could do anything, Green sat down hard and began to grind, not just using the Leader's mouth but her whole face to rub against, one hand threaded tight in red hair, a sense of relief sagging her shoulders as electric tingles of pleasure tweaked her hips into thrusting erratically, hard and fast.

Misty stuck her tongue out as the girl rode her face, her slick cunt digging against her like it could push its way to more pleasure. Abruptly Green turned and sat back down hard again, Misty's tongue now pressed tight against her asshole. “Rim me!” she exclaimed, words starting to slur. Already she was thrusting, mewling as the tongue began to work her tight rim over. “Such a good ass eating sluuuut.” Misty's hands groped her bubble butt, squeezing and spreading the cheeks as the water-type trainer licked and tongue fucked her.

Green's breath hitched as she began to cum, her pussy and asshole spasming, clenching, as she rode Misty's face to orgasm. Red grunted, sliding down in his seat as his dick was squeezed by Yellow's throat, who slurped at him greedily, the trap whining as he worked, his dick a mess of pre-cum leaking around the cage. “I want your ass,” Red grunted, grabbing Yellow by his ponytail and pulled his dick free from the boy's throat. “Now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yellow stood, flipping his skirt up, tugging at his panties as he lined the fat rod between his cheeks. “You can have my ass whenever.” He sucked in a breath as he pushed back, his ass straining to take cock.

Green turned, still breathing heavily from cumming, and leaned down to pull Misty into a sloppy kiss, their tongues sliding against each other. She could taste herself on the Gym Leader's mouth and it made her body tingle, a sick pleasure that made her shiver. Misty's hands were small and quick to explore Green's body, grabbing at her chest, her belly, ass, thighs. Their kiss was sloppy, needy, and as Misty's fingers began to trace over Green's sensitive holes, the water trainer began to suck Green's tongue.

She moaned, her body subject to too much for her brain to handle, as fingers pressed inside of her pussy and her butt. Misty licked and sucked Green's neck, who squirmed against her, another orgasm quick to come, shaking her body, making her succumb to the redhead's touch. “Fuck me like you need it,” Misty whispered in her ear. The swimmer slid her fingers from Green's holes to Green's mouth, who sucked them thankfully, moaning around them. “Take what you need from me.”

They shifted, Green moving between Misty's legs so that they were scissoring each other, their soaked cunts pressed to each other, Green's hands gripping tightly into one of Misty's thighs. The water trainer nodded and they began to grind against each other, Misty's hands squeezing at her own flat chest.

Red grunted and he began to pound into Yellow's fat ass, who bounced against him gratefully, useless cock flopping, sloppy with pre-cum. Red smacked at the trap's ass, who moaned, fucking back just as hard as he was getting it.

Green ground against Misty, the friction of their slick pussies making them both shake, moaning, a writhing mess on the just as soaked floor of the battlefield. The Gym trainers seemed to go about their business, ignoring the loud, lewd, wet sounds of fucking that echoed across the room. Green bit her lip hard, feeling her strongest orgasm yet welling up inside her, thrusting against Misty with an insane drive. Misty, too, was close, her breath short, clipped, and she struggled to gasp for air. “Fuck,” Green almost shouted as she began to cum, and as if out of her control, she slapped Misty, her thrusting hard and staggered.

Misty bucked at the slap and she went silent as her body shook with her climax. She began to squirt, spraying Green's already wet crotch, splattering her thighs with sticky cum. As the two women came down, still sort of grinding against each other, they pulled apart. They lay next to each other, breathing, sticky, content. “Here,” Misty murmured, and slipped something into Green's hand. “You can still have this.”

Green looked at it, her head still hazy in the after glow. The Cascade Badge. She smiled and struggled to her feet, wobbling, fixing her clothes. As she climbed up the stands, she watched Yellow pull himself from Red's lap. His ass was red and raw from the use, and cum spilled from his loose hole as he stumbled back into his seat. She stood in front of Red, his cock still out, slick with cum, raging hard, and she presented the badge before him. “See?” she said, prim, proud. “I told you I could do it.”

He stood and took the badge, looking down at it. “You're right, Green. I was wrong.”

She smiled.

With his other hand, he slapped her and then grabbed her throat. She gasped, immediately feeling a lustful churning in her groin. “But you did something you shouldn't have, didn't you?” he asked, putting the badge in his jacket pocket.

She nodded, her thighs rubbing together.

“If you're gonna act like a whore, you'll be treated like one,” he said. “Get on your knees, and clean Yellow's ass off my dick.”

She went to her knees, some devilish glee blossoming in her chest, and took the head of his dick in her mouth. She moaned at the taste and pushed farther, tongue trying to lick at every inch of his meat. She gagged and pulled back, and found that his hand held her in place. So she swallowed him down further, eyes squeezed shut, as he filled her mouth out. Tears streaked down her cheeks, but her cunt was dripping she was so turned on. He pushed, felt the resistance of her throat give way, and her nose pressed into his crotch as she choked.

He let go and she fell back, coughing, spit dripping off Red's cock.

“What are you?” Red asked.

“I'm your whore,” she gasped. Her pussy burned and she played with herself, her head light, dizzy.

“Good girl. Are you gonna do something like that again?”

“No, you own me,” she mewled, her fingers sinking into her. “I just want to be your property.”

“Good. Cum for me.”

“Y-Yes s-siiiirrr,” she gasped, and did.

 

The Gym was behind them, and they headed toward the Pokemon Center. “I'm surprised you actually won!” Yellow exclaimed. “That was actually kinda cool, Green!”

“Gee, thanks,” she rolled her eyes.

“Are you really sure you don't want this badge?” Red asked, looking down at the shiny blue token in his palm. “I'm fine trying to battle her myself.”

“Yeah, please take it,” Green waved a hand. “I'm not really interested in getting them for myself. I just like to battle for fun. It saves us time, too. We're trying to get to that boat party, aren't we?”

“That's true,” Red said. “Well, really, if you ever change your mind...”

“I won't, I promise,” she said.

“Okay, cool, cause I totally wasn't going to give this back.”

Something whistled through the air and stuck into the ground in front of his feet. The trio stopped in their tracks, looking down at the object. Red knelt and plucked it free, staring at it. “Holy shit, is this a kunai?” he asked.

“Halt! I require your attention!” A voice called.

Red stood as a plume of smoke blossomed before him. Out of it stepped a girl dressed like what could only be described as a ninja. She wore a tight black top and large, baggy black pants with a red scarf that trailed behind her more reminiscent of a cape. She had shorter purple hair pulled back into a wild ponytail, and matching purple eyes. He looked her over, and noticed that she wore only socks. Her toes wiggled excitedly. “Huh?” he asked.

“I am Janine, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance!” she said, needlessly loud and formal. Before anyone could say anything, she dropped and bowed before him. “I have witnessed your grand exploits, ever since your admirable victory against the Leader Brock! I wish to become your apprentice, Master!”

Red blinked. “Apprentice? Wait, hold on here,” he held his hands out and the girl looked up at him, confused. “What do you mean? Apprentice in what?”

“Being a master trainer!” Janine jumped to her feet, a fire blazing in her eyes. “I have watched your exceptional prowess and I have come to believe you are the perfect fit to teach me. The way you battled against Brock and Team Rocket, and the way people bend to the will of your unmatched libido!”

Green sighed, palm coming to her forehead.

“Nope, still not getting it,” Red said. “What am I teaching you, exactly?”

“I believe you are the essence of manliness! And manliness makes strong trainers. This is knowledge my father has given to me,” Janine said, nodding as if it were an obvious thing. “I beg of you, Master, I must learn from you. The way you command both the people and pokemon around you inspires something inside of me. I must know what it is like to tame pokemon and women both!”

Red considered this. “I mean... do you have a dick?”

“Sadly, I do not,” Janine sighed, looking ashamed. “But if I am to become a strong trainer like my father, then I must push on regardless of the obstacles in my path. I will adapt your techniques to my pokemon, and to my vagina. Please! I promise you, I am a worthy apprentice, you will not be wasting your time!” In the blink of an eye, she was bowing before him again, forehead against the toe of his shoe.

“She seems silly,” Yellow said. “I say we bring her along. Cept I bet she's gonna make Green jealous! Haha!”

“Shut up!” Green groused. “She seems odd. I don't like that she's been following us since Pewter City... but she seems harmless, I guess. It's up to you, Red.”

“'Master,' huh?” he rubbed his chin speculatively. “I do like the sound of that. And it only goes to show that I am a strong trainer...”

“Never. Gonna. Learn,” Green muttered.

“Sure, Janine. Welcome aboard. You'll be learning from the very best.”

The ninja was back to her feet again, eyes large, sparkling with glee. “Oh, thank you!” she pulled the three of them into an uncomfortably tight hug, and then just as quickly pulled away from them, clearing their throat. “Ahem. Sorry for my unprofessional behavior.”

“Well... let's just get to the Pokemon Center, heal up,” Green said. “Then we can start heading to Vermillion City.”

And that is how it goes, these four friends walking toward the Pokemon Center, their laughter light and loud.

 

Chapter Text

It was a warm day, and the perfect time for a little petty theft. Scout whistled as he walked, twirling the nabbed TM on his finger. It had been a simple smash and grab operation, quick to get in, quick to get out. Hadn't been an order from any of the higher ups, but he figured there was no harm in it. He didn't get caught, so what the hell would they care? He tugged at the hat on his head, a skip in his step.

He'd been stationed in Cerulean to keep a look out for some kids (who he had not seen) with no other direction given. What was a guy to do? He felt envious of everyone working in Celadon right now. Gambling all day! Now that sounded like a dream. Here there was little else to do but swim and ogle all the pretty girls who went swimming. It was a little to conspicuous to hang about the Gym, given that he wasn't looking to battle, but there were plenty of little cuties who went swimming in the river.

Scout was good enough at making his own fun, even if it was easier at a slot machine. For instance, the stupid little man he'd been casing for the last few days. Practically opened the front door for just anyone to waltz in and steal his shit! Well, Scout was nothing but a good Samaritan. Sometimes it took a little wrong-doing to make right. That's what he believed, anyway. He checked his watch, checked his PokeGear, trying (and failing) not to hope that he'd be called away to do something more interesting than whatever this bullshit was supposed to be.

He glanced up and saw a pack of kids heading south, out of Cerulean and toward Route 5. Scout blinked. There was a boy, and three girls. Now, if he remembered right, he was only supposed to be looking for a group of three. Some runts had run roughshod on the Mount Moon operation (sort of). Scout only wished he could have been there to see it. He squinted, trying to get a better view without compromising his position. No, he was pretty sure that was them. Not sure who the third girl is, but whatever. He dialed something into the PokeGear and held it to his ear.

“Yes?” the woman's voice on the other end was sultry as a matter of fact, not seduction.

“It's Scout,” he said. “I think I got an eye on those kids. Well, there's four of em now instead of three, but I'm pretty sure it's them. They're leaving Cerulean City as we're speaking.”

“Is Yellow with them?”

“Uh, I think? That's the blonde one, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Sure is, then. What do you want me to do, follow em?”

“No, Scout, you've done just fine. Return to home base for now, wait on your next assignment. Job well done.” She hung up.

He flipped the PokeGear closed, grinning to himself. Easiest job in the world! He resumed his casual pace, whistling, thinking about the big pay day that was coming in for him.

 

Route 5 was a long stretch that was, surprisingly, paved with a road. There was still plenty of grass but plenty had been cut away to make room for several buildings. There was some kind of entry point into Saffron City and another building to house an entrance to the underground tunnel that ran from here to Vermillion. There was another building whose purpose Red was unsure of, not that it made much of a difference to him. If it wasn't a Center, Mart, or Gym, he really couldn't have given a shit.

It was along this route that they had settled for lunch, and as Green and Yellow sat and ate, Red and Janine had taken up battling positions across from each other. “Now remember, this battle is just so I can get a grasp of where you're at in terms of skill level,” Red said. “So there's no shame when I totally wreck your ass, alright? No judgment, here.”

“I'll judge you!” Yellow called.

“I understand, Master!” Janine saluted. “I'll do my best.”

“So, show me what you got,” Red said. Janine struck a pose, likely some ninja technique or whatever, and then sent her Poke Ball flying. It cracked open against the ground and out spilled a tiny green spider with a design on its abdomen that looked like a little face. “Okay, I have no idea what the hell that is.” Red whipped his PokeDex out, scanning the bug. After a moment of processing, the screen came up with a question mark.

“Ah ha! This is a pokemon gifted to me by my father, captured in the Johto region,” Janine said, clearly quite proud of the little thing. “It is known as Spinarak, and they have been utilized by my clan for generations. I am to carry on the legacy of this tradition!”

Red considered this, wondering how strong the foreign pokemon could be. He'd never even seen it back in the real world. “Now's a good time to test things out,” he muttered, and threw Abra's Poke Ball. The fox floated some inches above the ground, body slack like it was asleep. He had used it in battle a few times, and it did fine. Probably, anyway. It won, but he couldn't tell how good the psychic-type actually was. “We'll start nice and easy. Come at me, Janine!” Janine spouted a command in some other language, and then Spinarak scuttled forth with gusto.

Abra's ears twitched and it raised an arm, pointing one dread claw at the spider. It began to float into the air, legs still working like it could move, and then the fox slammed it into the ground. The bug-type's eyes bulged and then it ceased to move. “Oh. Shit,” Red blinked, genuinely surprised that it had been that easy. Shit, maybe he was starting to be a good trainer. “Well... do you have something else?”

“Ha, of course! Spinarak, while my trusted partner, is the least of my pokemon,” Janine brimmed with confidence despite the immediate rout. “This one is sure to show you my true strength. Go, Voltorb!” The next Poke Ball revealed... another Poke Ball, this one with a rather irate facial expression.

“She's not gonna do what I think she's gonna do, is she?” Green whispered, leaning over to Yellow.

Voltorb rolled across the ground toward Abra, who remained as complacent as always. It gave one loose flick of the tail and the electric ball began to float into the air like Spinarak had. As it did, it seemed bewildered for one split second before becoming angrier than before, if such a thing was possible. Red had no idea you could contain such rage in one orb. Before he could command his pokemon to act, steam began to escape from Voltorb's midsection, and it began to take on a strange light.

“Wait a minute,” something flashed in Red's mind, a memory. Nidoqueen leaping atop Proton's Koffing, a muffled boom. “Aw, shit.”

The shock wave of the blast hit him first, nearly bowling him over, and then he actually did crash to the ground when Abra's unconscious body blew back into him. Pain jolted his back and he felt his head bounce against the ground, knocking his hat off. When he could collect himself enough to sit up, there was a smoldering spot on the ground the center of which was the electric-type, nothing but a ball of black soot. “A victory for me!” Janine pumped one fist into the air triumphantly.

Red returned his pokemon, standing, brushing at his clothes. “Yeah, not sure that's how that works,” he grunted, rubbing at his sore lower back. “A work in progress, for sure. My first tip to you, young Padawan, is not to blow your own pokemon up. Especially when you've only got two in the first place. Keep that in mind and you'll go far.”

“You're right, Master,” Janine nodded solemnly, as if he had imparted upon her all his earthly wisdom (and in truth, he just might have. Red was not an insightful man). “I will ruminate upon this lesson and when next we spar, I will claim a win against at least your Abra. This is my vow.”

“Uh, sure,” Red walked over to her. “Whatever you say. Listen, are you guys ready to get a move on? I'm already down a pokemon and we aren't even close to Vermillion.”

“Why don't we check that place out?” Yellow pointed at the building in the center of the route, the one of unknown purpose. “Maybe they have something you guys can use to heal up.”

Red squinted at the little building. From here one could see little of it, but there seemed to be a gated fence around the back. “I don't know. My bullshit meter is starting to ping. I don't trust it.”

“I trust your 'bullshit' meter as much as I can see it,” Green said. “You thought Mount Moon would be no problem. I'm sure it'll be fine.”

Red sighed. “Yeah, sure, okay. Let's check it out.”

 

Inside it was a little room with a counter, and then a small side room that held a table with some chairs. Sitting behind the counter was a scrawny little man, one who wore spectacles and had a wild shock of hair that had never held the acquaintance of a hairbrush. He was reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette, and did not react when the group came inside. “Uh, yo,” Red said, after they stood around for what felt like an entire minute of silence.

The man looked up, adjusting his glasses, and smiled through a fog of smoke. “Oh, hello there,” he said, voice nasally. “What can I do for you?”

Red glanced at the magazine cover. POKESLUTS. On it was a Ninetales (Red would have to learn its name later, when he remembered to ask) with its rear pushed toward the camera, all of its bits on quite the display. “Fire Crotch!!!” was emblazoned across it. He could only think to himself that of course he had been right about coming here.

“Well, that's a good question,” Green spoke up, clearly having not seen the magazine. “We were wondering what this place was, actually.”

“Ah, it's a Daycare. We take care of your pokemon and breed them, if that's something you're looking for,” he said. “Among other services, if you're so inclined.”

“I bet Green knows a lot about breeding,” Yellow said, causing the girl's face to flush a deep red.

“Well, if you need anything, my name's Melvin,” the man said, leaning back again in his chair. “Some might say I'm the expert on pokemon breeding in the Kanto region, so there's no better font of information anywhere.”

“Yeah, I bet some people do say that,” Red muttered. He imagined Nidoqueen out in the back, alone, night having fallen. Melvin sneaking up behind her, pants at his ankles, and... he grimaced, shaking the thought from his head. “Well, maybe we'll stop by again some time.” With a quick move, he ushered his girls out of the place.

“Well, he seemed friendly,” Green said when they had left, shutting the door behind them.

“The weirdos usually do,” Red said.

“I don't think you're in any position to call anyone weird,” she said. “What was so wrong with him?”

“He was reading a porno,” he said. “Like, about pokemon.”

“Human and pokemon relations are a well known tradition going far back into the history of man,” Janine said. “People still practice it to this day. Second born daughters in my clan are often bonded to their partner pokemon. Such an intimate bond creates an unrelenting strength in the midst of battle.”

They all looked at her.

“I am my father's only child,” she clarified.

“Well, I don't know about you guys, but all this talk about breeding's got me pretty horny,” Red said. “Janine, now's the time for the other part of your training. Come here and service your Master.”

“Of course, Master,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of him, her fingers steepled together in front of her chest. “I am eager to fulfill any and all duties!” He unzipped his pants, shrugging them down, and took his dick out through the front of his boxers. It was still somewhat soft, and the ninja took him by the hips and slid it into her mouth, lips gripping at him tightly as she struggled to fit it inside of her.

Her mouth was slick, small, tight around him, and his dick barely had the room to move as her tongue swirled about him. Her hand came up and massaged his balls through his underwear, her moans vibrating his cock as she worked. Relaxing her throat, accepting him further down her mouth, came easy to her, as simple as any of the other meditation practices she had learned. And indeed, once in the rhythm of it, Red beginning to thrust against her, taking over the work, she felt herself starting to get lost in it all. How full her mouth felt, the taste of him and pre-cum, made her dizzy.

“The first lesson,” Red grunted, grabbing her by the hair as he began to use her face as a hole to fuck. “Is that you treat your bitches however you'd like. You show them what they're worth by using them what they're good for.” This was punctuated by Janine gagging hard around him, unused to such a rough facefucking. Her hands dug into him as he plowed her throat, bulging it out as she drooled around him, lost in the feeling of being a cocksucker.

“I find it helps when you put them in their place,” he grunted, and then spat on her face. She flinched but could do little else as he abused her, nearly bouncing her off his crotch as he used her like a toy. “The trick is getting them addicted. That's what you need to master first.” He tugged her off his dick by her hair and she moaned, a mess of her spit on her face, connecting the two of them, while his own spit ran down her cheek.

Her chest was heaving as she reached up to stroke his slick penis, a needy grabbing. “Yes, Master,” she said between huffs and coughs. “I see I have much to learn.”

He sunk his cock back into her, pressing her nose to him, holding her there. She jerked, struggling with the massive cock lodged inside her, tears streaming down her face to mix with everything else. He glanced at Green and Yellow, who watched with an envious lust, and grinned. “Now, ladies, this is how you suck dick.” Then he began to really pound her again, an unrelenting use of her throat like it was a pussy.

He grunted, feeling his sack begin to swell, and he began to unload straight down the back of Janine's throat, cumming so hard that it began to splurt out the corners of her mouth as she choked it down. He pulled out, landing a few final squirts onto her tongue. He stumbled back, watching the piece of art she'd become, and then leaned down to whisper something in her ear. She grinned, nodding eagerly, and bounced to her feet.

She walked over to Green, who watched her apprehensively (and jealously, imagining herself in such a state and wishing for it). Janine spat Red's cum onto Green's face, who flinched, and then whimpered, but did nothing to fix it, letting the warm liquid run down her face. “Doesn't that feel good?” Red asked.

“It does, Master!” Janine agreed, clapping her hands together. “You have such a mastery over such matters, I am duly impressed! I can only imagine what things you'll have taught me by my quest's end.”

Green turned away, wiping at the cum-spit mix with her finger... and then sticking her finger in her mouth, sucking on it, reveling in the taste of Red's load.

“I saw that,” Yellow poked her, giggling. “Little slut.”

Green grumbled something, folding her arms over her chest and looking away.

“Damn, I needed that. You sure suck better than you battle,” Red said. “But we'll do plenty of practicing on both.”

“Let us continue forward, then!” Janine said. “I must put to use what you've taught me today.”

“Guys, we never found somewhere to heal,” Yellow said. “Remember? That was the whole point of going in there in the first place. You can't put any of that to use if you've got no pokemon, babe.”

“Oh,” Janine said. “Right.”

“Whatever,” Red shrugged. “I've got a big blue panic button if we really need it. Fuck it, onward and upward, that's my motto.”

“You've never said that in your life,” Green said.

“Aaaaand who asked?” Red shot a look at her. “Anyway, let's get the hell outta here. I wouldn't be surprised if that Melvin dude was watching us this whole time.”

Melvin had not, in fact, been doing so. He held little interest in... human anatomy.

Not so long later, they had started making their way through the underground tunnel, and Cerulean City was long behind them.

 

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It was the middle of the night when Red awoke. What had roused him from his slumber? A good question, one that his sleep dizzy brain could not discover. He blinked up at the night sky. There was something else in his sleeping bag- one of his pokemon? Not Nidoqueen, of course. But Squirtle or Abra? No, because whatever was in there with him was too big. One of the girls? Yes, that felt right. Not Yellow, because the body pressed against his was too thin. He looked over.

His arm was raised, and Janine had her face buried in his armpit. She was sniffing at him. “The hell?” Red mumbled, sleepily.

“Master!” Janine managed an excited whisper. “I did not mean to disturb you.”

“What're you doing?”

“Extracurricular training,” Janine murmured, pressing her nose back and taking a deep breath of his scent. “To learn from Master, I must understand him deeply. If I partake of your body entirely, then I can know you. It is a practice of my clan. And I must say, all that walking has left you quite sweaty.” To emphasize this, she trailed one long lick across his armpit, letting out a quiet, pleased sound.

“You're a little strange, Janine,” Red said, then let his head drop back to his pillow, closing his eyes. “But go ahead, I guess.” His musk made her head swim delightfully, tracing the contours with her tongue. She placed soft kisses over to his chest, flicking a nipple with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. Red felt his cock twitch, a surprisingly pleasant ache tingling his chest as she sucked. Her other hand tweaked his free nipple, rubbing his chest, wandering about his belly but stopping short of his dick.

“Master has such a complex taste,” she said against his chest. “It's sort of addicting.” She shifted in the bag and unzipped it, pushing it open and then crawling down, tugging at his boxers and freeing his dick, which was in the process of getting hard. He glanced down at her now, intrigued and pleased by the sudden turn of events. “I must taste it all.” She sucked on the head of his cock gently, a blissful thing that sent soft, slow waves of pleasure up through his dick.

Her tongue worked him as she started to take more of him into her mouth, straining her jaw to fit him inside. Her lips were a vice around his meat as she choked around him, a constrained sound as she tried to not wake the others. She groaned, slobbering around him, savoring the taste of dick and her Master's sweat. As she sunk halfway down his length she could feel his pre-cum spill into her mouth.

She swallowed him whole, her throat tugging at him, squeezing, and he grunted, sucking in a tight breath. Janine pulled off of him, taking in one deep breath, smiling, her eyes glittering in the star light. She planted kisses down him and planted one on his sack before pressing her nose in, sniffing, her pussy drenching at the scent. She sucked one ball into her mouth, swirling it about with her tongue. One of Red's hands came and rested on her head, the treatment relaxing his body.

She switched to his other nut, her hands gently massaging his thighs as she worked. Then she grabbed his balls and sucked them both into her mouth. She groaned around his sack, and the pressure of her sucking made Red's cock strain, more pre-cum beading at the tip as it stood straight up into the air, pulsing. “I need more,” she breathed, letting his balls drop out of her mouth, biting her bottom lip. “I need all of you.”

She pushed his legs up to get access to his ass, pressing her nose into his hole as she began to stroke him. The other hand reached beyond the waistband of her pants, fingers brushing passed her crop of pubes and to her pussy. She always went without underwear, for a ninja must always be as mobile as possible. She rubbed herself off as she smooched his rim, and then began to lick it adoringly, sloppy and passionate like she was sharing a deep kiss with a lover.

Her masturbation increased as she tongue fucked his ass, his hole twitching around her tongue as she jerked his fat dick with her other hand. “Ah, fuck,” Red grunted through his teeth, his hand becoming a clenched fist in her hair, tugging her into his butt. She ate him out with a hunger, like she could never get enough of him, and in truth as she started to orgasm she felt she could work him over like this forever.

She began to moan too loud, and he pulled her up, his sack dragging across her nose and mouth as she did, and pushed her mouth down his cock to shut her up. He grunted, blasting her throat with his cum which she swallowed down gratefully as her body writhed with the euphoria of a climax. When they'd finished she pulled away from him, his cock falling limp, and she gave a tiny burp, her hand covering her mouth. “Excuse me, Master,” she whispered. She placed a sweet kiss on his chest and then bowed to him. “Thank for you the lesson.”

He watched her get up and return to her own sleeping bag. Within thirty seconds, she was asleep. He zipped his bag up, pushed his penis back inside his underwear, and rolled over. His body felt spent, relaxed, and it wasn't long before he too had fallen back asleep.

 

“The docket for the day is this, young Janine,” Red held one finger in the air pretentiously. They were walking through Route 6, grassy land dotted with a few sparkling ponds. “I want to watch you battle against a trainer who isn't me. It'll give me a better grasp of your abilities to see you fight against someone closer to your skill level. I am too far beyond your current prowess.”

Green snickered.

Red shot her a look, and then scanned the field the stretched before them. In the great distance you could see Vermillion City, but it was still some time before they would arrive. There were plenty of people milling about, battling each other, wild pokemon, or just enjoying the nice day that it was. He spotted one boy in particular, a dorky looking kid with a big straw hat and a bug-catching net, strutting around in a dinky little pair of torn up shorts. Red pointed him out to his apprentice. “Him. Why don't you go take him on?”

“Yes Master!” Janine bolted off, dashing away with an unnecessary but rather impressive burst of speed.

“How do you know that kid's on her level?” Yellow asked, watching the ninja with amusement.

“I don't, but c'mon, how strong can he be?” Red shrugged. “He looks nine. What's he gonna have, a Caterpie? I think her little Spinarak can beat one of those.”

“I, for one, am excited to see how this plays out,” Green leaned back against a tree, folding her arms.

Janine stalked up to the boy, and gave a curt bow. “Behold, Trainer! I am Janine, and I request we test our skills against each other in a pokemon battle.”

The boy blinked up at her. “Huh?”

She knelt, hands on her knees to look at him on eye level, being quite a bit taller than him. “Do you want to battle me?”

“Oh, sure,” he said. “I love to battle!”

“Me too!” Janine clapped her hands. “Show me your skills, Trainer!”

She stepped away from him (really more of a bounce) and then abruptly turned to face him again, her demeanor completely serious. “For the honor of my clan! I bid thee, Spinarak, battle for me!” She sent her Poke Ball out and Spinarak landed in the grass, almost completely obscured.

“Wow! I've never seen one of those before,” the kid ogled the little spider, eyes sparkling with childlike glee. “That's so cool. Here's my pokemon! Go, Butterfree!” The large purple butterfly was summoned in a shower of light, its large red compound eyes flickering as it took in its surroundings.

“What the fuck?” Red did a double take.

“You sure know how to pick em, Daddy,” Yellow laughed, taking a seat next to Green. “Isn't Spinarak poison? Butterfree's gonna tear that thing right up.”

Butterfree flapped its wings once and a miniature tornado formed, spinning and sucking up pebbles and dirt as it began to tear through the grass toward the spider, which was caught in its great momentum and flung around in circles. It skittered uselessly, panicking. “Spinarak, use Spider Web!” Janine called. Its mandibles began to work, spinning up a thick ball of webbing that it shot at the ground. With an effort it pulled itself, freeing it from the grasp of the wind.

The spider's abdomen rose and it shot a needle from its stinger that plunged into Butterfree's chest, though the enemy didn't seem to notice. Butterfree dove and as it did a cloud of sparkling orange powder began to fall from its wings, coating the grass and laying a thick layer on top of the spider pokemon. Spinarak shook itself and shot a web, sticking to Butterfree, flying into the air with it.

The flying bug jerked itself about, trying to knock loose the arachnid, failing, the web holding tight. Spinarak raised itself with its web, now clinging to the underside of Butterfree with its legs. “Yes, Spinarak! Now, use Toxic!” The bug-type sunk its mandibles into the flying-type, injecting its poison deep.

“Confusion, Butterfree!” The boy shouted. Butterfree's body shivered as the poison took hold, and then its eyes began to glow. Spinarak detached from it, floating in the air, and then shot straight into the ground in a plume of dirt. Butterfree fluttered back to its trainer, low to the ground and weak. There was a pause, and then Spinarak scuttled from the grass, beat to all hell but still going.

“Huh. I'm genuinely impressed,” Green said, watching the battle intently. “A little sloppy, but she's got some talent.”

That's definitely true,” Red said, grinning.

“Ugh,” Green rolled her eyes.

Butterfree hurtled through the air, a desperate attack, tackling into the spider. The butterfly's wing span covered the entirety of the little bug, and the two slumped. Both trainers stared, wondering which would move first, but it became evident that neither were going to. “Oh, a tie!” Janine said. “You fight admirably, young Trainer!”

“I've got one more,” the boy said, returning his Butterfree. “How about you?”

“Me too,” Janine smiled. “Another fierce bout! Let's go!”

“What're the odds she's going to use Self-Destruct again?” Red asked.

“You'd hope the last time taught her a lesson,” Yellow said.

“But, given how things tend to turn out...” Green muttered.

Voltorb and the opposing Beedrill came out of their balls at the same time. Beedrill was pissed, gleaming yellow under the sun, its large stingers deadly with a killing point. “Okay, that kid's got two fully evolved pokemon, but the only one I have is one I caught?” Red was bewildered. “What the fuck?”

“Voltorb, use Thunder Shock!” Janine commanded. A crackle of hot electricity sparked from the electric-type, and then a quick jolt of static bolted through the air and broke against the Beedrill, who jerked at the impact. Its antennae tweaked unhappily and it knifed through the air and plunged its drills into Voltorb. They cracked against the surface and slid off, sending the ball rolling backwards.

The bug-type landed atop the fake Poke Ball, trying to plunge its stingers into the hard flesh over and over again. Voltorb's eyes were squeezed shut against the brutal impact, unable to escape the onslaught. “Voltorb!” Janine cried, panicked. “Use Self- err, no, uhm...” she found herself unable to think of a way out.

“Twin Needle!” the boy yelped. A sickly green sheen covered Beedrill's stingers, and they drove into Voltorb. There was a cracking sound, and chips of its body flew from it.

“That's not looking good,” Yellow muttered.

“You gotta think of something!” Red called.

“Electro Ball!” Janine stammered.

There was a strange feeling in the air and a metallic taste in the mouth. Energy swarmed into Voltorb's body, making it glow and crackle. Beedrill drifted back, unsure. There was strange grunting, static sound as Voltorb roared and spat forth a surging ball of electricity that zipped through the air almost so fast you couldn't see it. It slammed into the bee's body and sent it flying backward, sailing over the bug-catcher's head with enough speed that it blew the boy's hat off.

Beedrill crashed to the ground and laid still.

“I did it!” Janine exclaimed, then wheeled around to face her friends. “Master, I have won!”

“Christ, that was close,” Red sighed, fanning himself with his hat.

“Well, call me surprised,” Green said. “Maybe this isn't a hopeless endeavor after all.”

“Obviously. I'm a great teacher,” Red said.

“Of course you are, Daddy,” Yellow came and wrapped his arms around Red. “Don't listen to that ol meanie.”

“Why are you so annoying?” Green snapped.

 

Vermillion City was a sparkling jewel, surrounded on three sides by the ocean, augmented by buildings that were both engaging to look at as much as their utility. Red and his harem entered the city, heading first for the Pokemon Center. “First order of business, ladies, we get our pokemon healed up,” Red said. “Second order of business, I believe we have a party on a boat to attend.”

“Oh! We get to dress up all pretty!” Yellow bounced on his feet. “I'm totally doing your guy's makeup.”

“I can handle my own makeup,” Green said.

“I didn't say you had a choice,” Yellow stuck his tongue out. Then he grabbed Green and Janine by their hands and began to drag them. “We'll see you when we're ready, Daddy! You better dress up all nice and handsome for us!”

Red watched them go.

“Bitches, man,” he shook his head, jammed his hands in his pockets, and followed after.

 

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The docks of Vermillion were busy with the affluent, a crowd of people dressed in their finest waiting for access to the S.S. Anne, which was a beauty of a ship that stood magnificently in the daylight. With the ocean sparkling about it, it seemed like a mansion on the water. Red had opted to dress mostly the same (he took his hat off, and did a somewhat respectable job at calming his hair down), but the girls had put in a bit more effort.

Green had gone with her usual black dress, but true to his word Yellow had done her makeup, and she had put in earrings, tiny crystal Poke Balls that caught the light nicely. Yellow had put his hair up, and wore an orange dress that hugged his ass, and a matching pair of heels. He wore makeup too, more elaborate than Green's, mascara and blush and whatever else. Janine had... kept her ninja get up on, which had amused Red and seemed to be a blight upon the eyes of the other guests that looked at her.

“You think there'll be booze on the ship?” Red asked, scanning the crowd.

“Rich people like to drink,” Yellow said.

“And who can fault them for that?” Red kept people watching, looking mostly for a hot rich girl he could take advantage of during the party, and instead found something far worse. Farther away in the crowd he could see Blue, smiling smugly, waiting in line with everyone else. There was a spike of irrational (totally rational, from Red's perspective) anger, and his fists clenched. “Son of a bitch. They really just let anyone into this party, didn't they?”

“Well, we're here, so...” Green followed his line of sight. “Ah. Are you really surprised? If we managed to get in, than he's a shoe-in.”

“This must be the Blue I've heard tell of,” Janine said. “Master, you should battle him! Now is your chance for a rematch.”

“Yeah...” Red grimaced. “I mean, I would, but I wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of all these people.”

“Seems out of character,” Green muttered.

There was a blaring horn and then the crowd cheered. Two burly sailors came and deployed the folding steps that led up to the deck of the boat, while another sailor swung the door open. A surge in the crowd pushed everyone forward as they clambered to get inside. “Well, maybe we just won't run into him,” Yellow said. “It's a big boat and a bigger party. I'm sure you can avoid him for a few hours, Daddy.”

Stepping inside the main room was a delight. It was massive, seeming almost bigger on the inside than the outside, and there were lights strung about. There were signs pointing towards various areas of the ship, and the one that the group followed pointed to the ballroom, which in Red's estimation had the highest likelihood of containing liquor. There was music playing and people were already filling up the dance floor.

“Oh, let's go dance!” Yellow exclaimed, grabbed Green by the hands, and tugged her off to her dismay. Red and Janine watched the two filter into the crowd.

“Well,” Red gave Janine a nod, and then made his way to the refreshments table, pushing his way through the milieu of party-goers. There was a huge bowl of punch and a table spread of really anything you could want to drink. Red poured two glasses, turned around, and Blue took one out of his hand, swallowing its contents and smirking.

“Thanks for the drink, pal,” he smarmed. “Funny seeing you here.”

Red frowned. “Yeah, a real knee-slapper.”

“So how's your journey coming along?” Blue asked. “You go fight Surge yet? He's a real tough guy!”

“Uh, no, we just got to town,” Red said, taking the shot he'd poured and then refilling his glass. Mission status had already gone full failure. “But I'm sure I can deal with him no problem. I've got some strong pokemon, you know.”

“Speaking of which, we haven't battled in a while, buddy,” Blue grinned. “How about we go to one of the battle rooms and duke it out? I'm interested to see this supposed strength.”

It was then that his three girls found him at once. Green and Yellow peeled away from the crowd and there was a moment of hesitation when they saw Blue- Green grew a tiny smile, and Yellow's cheeks took a faint blush. “Hello, Blue,” Green gave a small wave. “It's been a while.”

“Well, well, well,” Blue said. “I guess the gang's all here! I didn't know you guys were friends with Yellow.”

Janine, having suddenly appeared out of nowhere, spoke up, “oh, we're quite close friends!”

They all jumped at her arrival. “Christ, Janine, could you not?” Red shook his head. “Anyway, Blue, I think-”

“Hey, why don't we make this more interesting?” Blue said. “There's enough of us. Why don't we make this a two-on-two battle? You and I'll pick a battle partner. How about that?”

“Oh that sounds so fun Daddy!” Yellow clapped her hands. “Please? Pleeeeease?”

“I, uh, guess,” Red sighed. “Yeah, fuck it, whatever.”

 

There were several rooms set aside for the purposes of pokemon fighting, several of which were already in use. Red and Blue took their places on opposite sides of the field. “Well, as challenger, I think I should get first pick, yeah?” Blue said, already spinning a ball on the tip of his finger. “Or do ya need the handicap, pal?”

“No, please, go ahead,” Red gritted his teeth.

“Then I think I'll choose Yellow,” Blue pointed at the trap.

Yellow went and took his place beside Blue, looking apologetically (but not really that apologetic) at Red. “I'll take-” before Red could finish, Janine teleported to his side out of a plume of foul smelling smoke.

“Don't worry, Master! Your apprentice is here to join you in battle,” she said, striking a pose.

Red stared at her. “Yep. Sure, Janine's my partner.” He had the distinct impression that things were about to go poorly for him. He could hear Green chuckle from the sidelines.

“Let's get this going, then!” Blue's ball rolled down into his palm. “Go, Krabby!”

“Pikachu, come on out!” Yellow called.

In a splash of light came the crab and... Magikarp, wriggling uselessly on the floor.

“Well, that helps,” Red muttered. “Go, Abra!”

“Spinarak, let us help our master!” Janine threw her ball.

Abra and Spinarak took their places, the little spider eager for battle. Abra reached out one arm, raising Magikarp into the air, and then slammed it into Krabby. The crab scuttled back, and then was bombed by a ball of webbing that glued it to the ground. “This fish,” Yellow grunted, whipping the water-type's ball out and returning it, switching it for Pikachu. “Shock Wave!” While Krabby worked to free itself, the electric mouse let loose a wave of electricity that washed over Abra and Spinarak.

Before they could react again, Krabby let loose a spray of bubbles from its claw that broke against Spinarak, knocking it to its belly. Abra's ears twitched and Spinarak began to float. With a flick of its claws, the spider went sailing over the battlefield. As it did, it began to spin in circles, and it spewed webbing, covering everything in a layer of sticky web.

The psychic fox released its hold on the spider, who latched onto Pikachu's face, bringing the mouse to the ground. Krabby scuttled over and swung its claw like a bludgeon. Before the attack could make contact, a barrier of energy appeared. Abra's tail whipped as it struggled to maintain the force field against the attack. Spinarak chittered, sinking its mandibles into the electric-type, who squealed, thrashing at the bug on its face.

Krabby wheeled around and shot another Bubblebeam at Abra, who fell to the ground with the impact. The barrier winked out of existence. “Now! Crabhammer!” Blue shouted. A blue sheen covered Krabby's claw, which cracked down against Spinarak with a splash of water. The spider squeaked, and then fell off Pikachu's face to the side, twitching.

Pikachu jumped up and sped across the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Its cheeks crackled with electricity, which spilled out and jolted into Abra, who seized at the energy striking down into its muscle. Its tail straightened, and it reached one hand out weakly before collapsing completely to the ground, defeated.

“Motherfucker!” Red snapped.

“Not a bad display, Red ol' pal, but I think you can do better. Show me your best!” Blue called.

“Come on, Janine, let's show this smug bastard who he's dealing with,” Red threw his Poke Ball and Janine followed suit. Nidoqueen came out alongside Voltorb, stretching, glancing around at the environs.

“Oof,” Green muttered. “Bold move.”

“Now this is starting to seem interesting!” Blue clapped. “Didn't expect to see such a strong pokemon out of you, Red!”

“Yeah I'll show you strong,” Red grimaced. “Nidoqueen, use Body Slam!”

The blue pokemon gave an irritated glance over her shoulder before beginning to stomp toward the opposing pokemon. At the same time, Voltorb began to spin in place, generating static, and lightning leaped across the field, striking Krabby. Nidoqueen stopped before Pikachu, who stared up at it with fear. The ground-type snatched Pikachu up and chucked it into the wall. “This is the power of a master and his apprentice!” Janine grinned.

“Alright, Red, looks like you've put me in a corner,” Blue said.

“Blue, I've only got Magikarp left,” Yellow said.

“Yeah, don't worry about it,” Blue waved a hand. “I can take care of it from here.”

“That doesn't strike me as a good thing to hear,” Red muttered.

“Here we go, Scyther!” Blue chucked his next ball, this one a Great Ball, and out of it came a large green insect, two deadly scythes for limbs. Its wings flickered and it sped across the battlefield, arms spread. Nidoqueen wheeled around, but before it could try and catch the bug-type it reached Voltorb. The ball pokemon tried to roll out of the way, but the sharp blades slashed across it in an x-pattern. Voltorb's eyes bulged and it rolled backwards, unconscious.

“Where the hell did you find one of those?” Red exclaimed.

“You'd be surprised what you can find if you take the time to look around, pal,” Blue smirked. “Besides, you got yourself something rare too, with your Nidoqueen. Let's see how they compare!”

Janine recalled her pokemon. “You've got this, Master! Prove your superiority!”

Scyther wheeled around and sped in Nidoqueen's direction. The poison-type braced itself and grabbed the bug-type by the arm blades, stopping it in its tracks. Scyther launched a heavy kick into Nidoqueen's belly, which gave it the opening it needed to break free from its powerful grasp. Nidoqueen scowled and turned, slamming its tail on the ground. A tremor rocked the ground, shifting the bug's balance. Nidoqueen delivered a heavy haymaker into the side of Scyther's face. “Nidoqueen! You'll win this if you use Body Slam!” Red shouted. Things were looking like they could go either way, but he trusted her strength if she would just listen.

She looked at him, and rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you hate to see it,” Blue said. “Your pokemon needs to learn some respect, pal! Scyther, use Swords Dance!”

Scyther performed some strange, shifting dance and a strange, soft blue glow covered its body. Nidoqueen stepped forward, trying to slug it in the stomach, but the bug evaded, sliding to the side. It kept its strange movement up, arm scythes weaving through the air in some intricate, unknowable pattern. The blue glow began to increase in brightness and saturation. Nidoqueen's tail tried to sweep at the bug's feet, but it was quick, too fast for the heavy, slow movements of the blue pokemon.

Blue's pokemon struck a pose, the blue glow becoming a bright light, enough to hurt the eyes if you stared too long. “Now watch this,” Blue said. “I'm gonna finish this in one blow, Red.”

“I'd like to see you try!” Red snapped.

“Scyther, use Slash.”

One of Scyther's arm blades shined like it was metallic. In the blink of an eye, it had positioned behind Nidoqueen, blade wrapped tight around her thick throat. Her eyes widened, and then there was an awful, wrenching cut. Her eyes seemed to dim, and she collapsed to the floor with a large, loud thud. Scyther glided backwards, landing in front of Blue, its glow dimming. Red stared, astonished.

“That was... expected,” Green sighed.

“Seems like that makes another win for me,” Blue said. “Sorry, Red. Put up a hell of a fight this time, though. You get that Nidoqueen under control, you'll be a force to reckon with.”

“Yeah, yeah, blow it out your ass,” Red threw his hat to the ground, returning Nidoqueen to her ball.

“Well, how about we all go get nice and drunk, after a battle like that? My treat,” Blue snickered.

 

They stumbled back to their room at the Pokemon Center, drunk and giggling. Well, the girls were. Red was dour, stewing over yet another loss against his rival. He slumped onto his bed, arms crossed behind his head. Green staggered into the bathroom and moments later there came the muffled sound of the shower going. Janine plopped onto the bed next to Red, cheeks rosy with drunk.

“Daddy,” Yellow slurred, the drunkest out of all of them, sitting on the edge of the other bed. “You battled really well today! You just need to get a little stronger, that's okay.”

Red glanced at the trap. “I don't know if I need to hearing it from you. This is the second time you've helped The Enemy, Yellow.”

“He picked me!” Yellow's hands slapped the bed. “I didn't get a choice!”

“Well, that doesn't make me feel any better,” Red said, lapsing into silence. He took another glance at the blonde boy, still in dress and makeup. “But... I think I know what would. Janine, here's your second chance. Why don't you try using Yellow like a toy.”

The ninja perked up beside him. “Oh! I have just the thing for this! Excuse me!” She got up and ran into the bathroom. There was a faint squeak of surprise from Green, and then the sound of rummaging.

“Daddy why don't you use me,” Yellow whined. “I want your diiick.”

“Maybe when you figure out where your loyalties lie,” Red said. “You're locked up in a cage for a reason.”

Janine returned, now stripped nude except for the strap-on she was wear. The dildo attached was huge, longer and thicker than even Red's cock, and a deep violet color. Her body was athletic, slim and fit, though her thighs were thick. She placed her fists on her hips, thrusting out a little. “Ta-da!”

Yellow's eyes went wide at the monstrous “cock” standing at attention on the ninja.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Red asked, amused.

“A ninja comes prepared with many tools for her line of work,” Janine nodded, stroking her fake dick. “I've got lots of tools. And I thought that, in order to truly understand how Master does what he does, I would need a penis myself!”

“Smart move,” Red said. “Well, have at it, then. Let's see what you got.”

Janine strutted up to the trap, dildo wobbling as she walked. Yellow looked up at her, intimidated, the head of it pressing against his full lips. “You will call me Mommy,” Janine said, grabbing the back of Yellow's head. “Only for now, of course. I could never replace Master.” The trap could only nod, swallowing in nervous anticipation. “Now, suck your mommy's cock.” The blonde boy took the head of the strap-on into his mouth, working it like he would a real one. Janine's hands grasped his hair, threading through it.

Yellow could barely take it in his mouth, gagging around it as it tried to invade his throat. Janine pulled out, masturbating her strap-on, slicking it with Yellow's spit. “You want this down your throat?” she asked. Yellow mewled, nodding. “Um. Tell me you want it- uh, whore.”

“I want Mommy to use my face,” the trap breathed. “Please.”

Janine slammed inside his mouth and the boy jerked, gagging as it slammed against his throat, not even halfway in. His eyes squeezed and he felt tears spill down his cheeks, leaving black streaks over his flushed face as Janine began to thrust, pumping in and out, trying to force herself deeper. Green came out of the bathroom then, wrapped in nothing but a towel, and paused in the door way, watching the facefucking happening before her.

“Just in time,” Red patted the spot on the bed next to him. “Janine's doing some training.”

“I can see that,” Green said, sitting down. Red's arm snaked around her, his hand diving beneath the towel. She gasped as his fingers found her pussy, toying with her, and she sunk back against him, watching the show.

“I'm gonna have you swallow all this before I fuck your ass,” Janine said, one hand now playing with her small chest.

Yellow moaned around the strap-on, somehow managing to take more of it. He wiggled against the bed, choking, trying to suck down more of it. She used him roughly, getting more used to the feeling of domination. With one great push she guided her dildo down Yellow's throat, bulging it, until his face was mashed against the belt of the strap-on. His face went red as he struggled to contain the “cock” inside of his throat.

Janine let him free and he fell back, coughing up spit that ran in thick rivers down his chin, to his chest, and on to his dress. “Doesn't she look like such a pretty girl, all messy like that,” she said. She grabbed Yellow's hair and pulled him forward, presenting his mascara streaked face. Green moaned, squirming at Red's touch, something about the sight of Yellow in such disrepair making her pussy burn.

Janine grabbed Yellow's legs and pressed them up to his chest, folding him, and then mounted him, her massive strap-on sliding between his ass. “You're gonna break me,” Yellow whined, his dick painfully tight inside the cage.

“Good,” Janine grabbed hold of her strap-on, positioning it at Yellow's tight entrance and pressed in. The trap grunted at the spreading fire of pain and bliss as his ass stretched, eating up the fat dildo that pressed into him. Janine felt the resistance of the boy's ass, that it could barely fit even half of her inside. “You better loosen up, uhm, you little slut. I've got more cock than this.”

“Mommy it hurts,” Yellow moaned, but he wanted all of it. Janine began to pound him, more and more of her pushing inside as she did. Yellow felt dazed by how it felt, could feel his stomach bulging at the press of her dick. “Mmf.” The sound of their bodies clapping together filled the room. Green bit her lip, watching Janine's exposed ass bounce off Yellow's, the purple strap-on absolutely filling him out. Her hips began to grind as Red's fingers slipped inside of her. She groped back behind her, felt his hand around his own cock, and replaced it, awkwardly stroking at him as she watched.

Janine had managed to get the full length of her strap-on inside of the trap, pounding his ass with reckless abandon. Yellow's screams were now euphoric instead of pained, and he could feel a powerful, dry orgasm wreck through his body. The cage squeezed to tightly for him to cum but nonetheless he could feel his ass squeeze desperately on the dildo and his mind went blank, completely, lost in a haze of pleasure.

The ninja pulled free with a slick pop, Yellow's asshole gaping, and promptly took a hard seat on his face. “Treat me,” Janine said, already grinding against him, giving him no chance to recover. Her pussy was soaked, drenching his face. It was less oral and more being used to grind against, his entire face a spit-slick surface for her pussy to seek friction from. “Be a- ah- be a good girl and make Mommy cum!”

Yellow grabbed at her ass but could do little else, too pleasure struck to eat her properly. Janine's thrusting took an insistent, needy pace. Green felt her own orgasm ripple through her, and felt the warm splash of cum on her hand as Red's cock twitched and pulsed in her grasp. Janine let out a broken, quiet moan as she came, brutally facefucking the boy with her pussy. When she finished she collapsed to the side and the two lay in a pile, breathing, now too tired to move.

“Look at them,” Green cooed, cuddling up to Red, who stripped his jeans off to get more comfortable. “Such a mess.”

“Yeah, well, Yellow had it coming,” Red said. The liquor was settling in now as exhaustion, and he yawned. “Let's get some fuckin shut eye. I'm beat.”

But she had already fallen asleep against his chest. He reached over and clicked the light off, and the four of them slept well.

 

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It was far too early to be awake, and yet Red found himself on Route 11, grumpy and tired, stalking through the grass. The idea of battling Surge had kept him up most of the night and what little sleep he did get was restless. His track record with Gyms so far was... well, he had two badges. But the battle against Brock had been a close call, and Misty, well. He had considered how things could go for him- Squirtle was a no go, of course, and Nidoqueen was a coin flip, which meant Abra was his only real option.

While the psychic pokemon was strong, it was still in need of training. He knew that he would not have won against Misty, not without some crazy ass pull. Surge would have to be stronger, which meant Red would have to be too. He couldn't rely on capturing a strong pokemon, couldn't rely on most of his team, so that left simple, hard work. The very idea of it sent a shiver down his spine, but here he was. The route was to the east of Vermilion, beyond some cave, and had several paved paths through the large field.

He could see other trainers going about their business, early risers training their pokemon against each other. At least he would have his pick of training options. His goal, foolish it might be, was to train Abra until the little fox evolved (and it did, he knew, because of his PokeDex. He wasn't sure into what, but something strong he hoped). He scanned the horizon, looking more for a wild pokemon to warm up with.

Strolling through the grass was a chubby, stout thing that looked a bit like an elephant, the upper half of its body covered in golden fur, lower half a coffee brown. “The fuck?” Red muttered. He pulled his Dex out, waiting for it to boot, his other hand resting on Abra's ball at his belt. “Drowzee... psychic-type... hm. I think Abra could handle that one.”

“Now, Eevee!”

Out of the grass sprung a little brown fox with a tan mane. It landed on Drowzee's back and sunk its little teeth into it. The psychic-type let loose a surprised, awkward honk, flailing. Eevee leaped from its back, over its head, and landed on the ground in front of it. “Shadow Ball!” The normal-type began to collate a ball of dark energy in front of it, and then the attack blew forward, crashing into the psychic pachyderm's belly. It stumbled back, clutching its stomach, and then collapsed.

Red blinked.

A girl strolled up to the Eevee, grinning. She wore a black and white shirt and teal shorts. She had brown hair, and a lot it, held mostly out of her face by a Poke Ball stylized hat. She placed one foot on top of Drowzee's defeated body triumphantly. “That's good shit, Eevee,” she said. “This battling stuff is easy, huh?”

“Hey, dick!” Red called, snatching her attention. “I was gonna fight that Drowzee!”

She considered him, and flipped him off.

“Oh, you cunt,” Red sighed, and then began to stalk over to her. “It's way to early in the morning to be dealing with this shit.”

“You snooze, you lose,” she said, calmly flippant. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Do I look like I'm snoozing?” Red snapped. His eyes were tinged red with sleep deprivation.

“No, you're rather in need of some beauty sleep, aren't ya?”

He glared at her, and she gave him a cute smile.

“I'm Elaine,” she said. “I bet you've got a stupid name. Let me guess it! Um... Oh, obviously, I bet it's Red.”

He opened his mouth to respond, and found he was too dumbfounded to.

She walked close to him, looking him up and down (mostly up, because she was quite a bit shorter than him), then walked about him in a circle, making a soft “hm” sound as she thought to herself. “But you do kinda have a fine ass,” she gave him a pat on the butt, which made him jump. “How about you bend over so I can use it?”

He stepped away from her. “You're barking up the wrong tree, lady. My holes are remaining virginal, thank you. And what do you mean, use it?”

She tugged her shorts down, revealing her hard prick. “Oh yeah, I bet you guys don't have a lotta chicks with dicks in this world,” she wiggled her hips, letting her dick bob from side to side. “C'mon, I'm horny. Open up, buttercup.”

This world?

Red jumped back, pointing a finger at her, surprised. “You're just like me!”

Elaine raised an eyebrow, putting her pants back in place. “Huh?”

“You're from a different world too!”

“No way!” Elaine's hand came to her mouth. “You're not from here?”

“No, I'm from Earth,” Red said excitedly. “They said I was supposed to go to- well, uh, I died and they brought me here. Did you see the pink chick?”

“No, the lady I saw was all purple. And she was thick. But, I'm from Earth too, and she said the same thing to me.”

They stared at each other.

“Well, that's kinda bullshit,” Elaine huffed. “Isn't this kinda set up supposed to make me all special and shit? Kinda takes the fun out of it if there's somebody else running around.”

Red snapped his fingers. “I've got an idea. Let's battle. Winner takes the other's ass.”

Elaine rubbed her chin, speculatively. “Confident you'll win, then?”

“My dignity and my ass are on the line,” Red said grimly. “I can't afford to lose.”

 

The woman in pink watched as the two trainers spread apart from each other, readying for battle, and she sighed, running a hand through her hair. A pang of irritation shot through her and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Did you think that I would not find out?” she muttered.

That's what I was hoping for, yes.

“I told you to be patient. Red can handle this just fine. He's got friends to help him.”

You never sound confident talking about the boy. And why shouldn't I take my rescue into my own hands? I have the power.

She sighed. “This is a complication we don't need. You have no idea what effect this could have. Did you even pretend to give this some thought?”

I didn't have much time to make a decision. The girl's soul was fleeting. Why do you have such a stick up your ass, anyway?

“Because you're making my job harder.”

Just relax, Mew. I know what I'm doing.

The connection cut. She chewed her lip, wondering whether that was true at all.

 

Eevee strutted forward in front of its trainer, proud and regal despite its saccharine visage. Red considered what he'd seen of it in a fight, and chucked Squirtle's Poke Ball out. The tiny turtle was battle ready, tail shivering with the anticipation of a fight. As the water-type began to move, the fox began to bombard the field with Shadow Balls. The orbs exploded against the ground as they made impact, sending up plumes of earth, creating a haze as Squirtle did its best to jump around, trying to make forward progress and avoid damage.

Squirtle vaulted over a Shadow Ball, and sprayed down on Eevee with a Water Gun, trapping it against the ground long enough for the turtle to land and bat the normal-type with its tail, sending it rolling. Eevee caught its footing and charged forward, catching Squirtle in the stomach. The blue turtle held its ground, grabbing Eevee's ears tight, being pushed back with the force of the fox's charge.

Red's starter reared a foot back and launched it between Eevee's front legs, digging into its belly. The force behind the fox dropped as it reeled from the blow, and Squirtle grabbed it, swinging it overhead and they dropped to the ground in a brutal suplex. The water-type rolled backwards and landed on its hind legs. Eevee twitched, struggled to stand, and then collapsed again. “Oh, fuck,” Elaine said, genuine surprise in her voice. “You're not a shit trainer!?”

“Well, if you're asking me,” Red said.

Elaine pulled another Poke Ball from her pack as she returned Eevee. “I'm glad you aren't gonna make this easy for me. It's gonna make that assfucking you're gonna take feel all the better for me,” she reared back and threw her ball. “Go, Geodude!”

Red smirked.

What came out, however, was gray, with two thick black “eyebrows” furrowed on its brow, and several black rock shards that stood from its head.

Red frowned.

“That isn't a Geodude!” he called.

“Sure is,” Elaine grinned. “This one's from Alola. Heard of it? I got this bad boy from gambling.”

“There's a casino?”

“Hell yeah, baby. Celadon City,” she said. “They've got lots of rare pokemon you can spend your winnings on. Made it real easy to start my journey off! Haha! And wait till you see what tricks this guy can pull. Geodude, use Thunder Punch!”

There was a crackling as the rock's fist began to charge with static energy. Squirtle's eyes widened in time with its trainer's. The rock-type clocked the turtle across the face, blasting it with raw strength and lightning. Squirtle held position for one moment, its brain catching up with its body, and then it slumped to the side completely defeated. “This bitch,” Red growled, returning his starter. Now that had been a dirty trick. “Get out here, Abra!”

“I hope you got luuuuube~” Elaine teased.

Abra, floating some inches above the ground, studied its opponent through closed eyes. Geodude charged across the field (somehow, Red could not guess how the floating rock generated movement with no legs), its fist cocked back for another static charged punch. Abra's tail flicked and the electric-type smacked face first into a golden barrier of energy. Taking advantage of the opening, Abra reached a clawed hand out, psychic energy wrapping around Geodude like a plastic film.

The fox flicked its wrist and Geodude went flying up into the air. “Teleport!” Red commanded. The psychic-type blinked out of existence and appeared in the air at the apex of Geodude's flight. It twirled in the air and slammed its tail against the foreign pokemon, sending it plummeting back down to the ground. Abra reached both its hands out, ears standing straight up. There was a strange grinding sound, and the ground began to give way, creating a sunken hole that Geodude then crashed into with a loud, dull thud.

Abra descended gently to the grass. Its tail whipped impetuously and dirt shifted to cover Geodude's prone form. “Maybe you should try relying on the strength of your pokemon rather than trying to use cheap surprises,” Red said, smug.

“Oh, whatever. I wasn't expecting much from Geodude anyway. Never used it before,” Elaine seemed to take no notice of his taunt. “But this one is my star player. Another little benefit to starting my journey in Celadon. Go, Ninetales!” In a burst of light came a golden fox, its tail a lush fan spread out behind it. Its eyes were crimson and intelligent, regarding Red and his pokemon with superiority.

“That doesn't seem good,” Red said, having no idea what the hell that was and refusing to use his PokeDex.

Abra reached a hand out, pushing forward psychic energy, and seemed shocked when an opposing force rose and met it. Ninetales began to prowl forward, pushing back against Abra who strained against the resistant energy. Flames flickered out of the sides of the fire-type's snout, and in the second it released its hold against Abra it spewed forth a spray of fire that washed over the psychic-type.

Red's pokemon began to Teleport rapidly around the plain, panicking, trying to escape the flames that clung to its body. He pulled the pokemon's Poke Ball out and returned it, cursing to himself. That thing was tough... except, wasn't ground strong against fire? He thought he remembered reading that somewhere, or maybe Green had told him. He smirked. “Well, I'll give you this, Elaine, you're tougher than I thought you would be!” he said. “But there's no way you'll win against my last pokemon.”

Elaine looked bored, her pinky finger digging at her ear. “Huh? You say something?”

He launched Nidoqueen's Poke Ball and her massive shape took form before Elaine, rising tall above the girl. She looked up at the ground-type and swallowed. Another spray of flame burst forth from Ninetales and broke against Nidoqueen's back, who barely reacted as she turned around to face her opponent. The fire fox seemed to shrink beneath her gaze.

“Show em your power, Nidoqueen!”

The poison-type glared at her trainer, and then began to walk toward the fox. Ninetales' tails began to shimmer and tremble, and a wave of energy rolled across the ground and wrapped around Nidoqueen, who simply kept stomping on. But as she went forth her pace began to slow, and she winced. Red watched as burns began to form on her skin out of nowhere. The blue pokemon stumbled and dropped to a knee, letting a low groan of pain.

Ninetales began to hammer away with more blasts of fire on top of this, whittling at the ground-type who now struggled just to keep steady. “Nidoqueen!” Red shouted, unsure of how to get out of the situation. She gave an angered yawp, and lurched forward, snatching Ninetales around the throat, choking it, breaking it from its attacks. Nidoqueen surged to her feet and grabbed hold of the fox's tails, swinging, chucking it away until it landed somewhere behind Elaine, who watched with (perhaps) genuine awe.

“We did it!” Red yelped, somewhat surprised.

Nidoqueen's head whipped toward him and she stalked over to him. She loomed over him, glaring down. He looked up at his pokemon, uncomfortable beneath her gaze. She gave one gruff barking sound, something angry. “Uh... you did it?” Red offered. She huffed. He quickly returned her to her ball, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“I can't believe it, you've actually got good pokemon,” Elaine said. “Where the fuck did you steal that thing from?”

“Ha, I caught it myself,” Red boasted. “Now, if I remember correctly, you should be spreading your ass for me.”

“Uh, yeah, listen,” she stuttered. “I should really, uh, go get my pokemon healed first. Y'know? You never know what could, uh, happen?”

Red walked over to her and pushed her, knocking her to the ground. “Yeah, I don't think so.”

He shimmied out of his clothes and tossed them to the side. Then he knelt over her face. “First I'm gonna have to shut you up,” he said, and then sat down. She gave a muffled squeak of protest, her hands lightly slapping at his butt, which now smothered her. “Christ, it's suddenly a lot less annoying out here. You can't fuck my ass, bitch, but you can eat it. Get to work.” She did nothing, so he started to grind into her until he felt her tongue begin to lap at his rim, her hands coming to rest on his thighs in resignation.

He sighed, blood beginning to pump to his cock as she ate him out, her tongue working tentatively to work him over. It was a relaxing, lazy sort of pleasure and he languidly stroked himself, thinking only of how satisfying it was going to be to pound this annoying chick's ass. He noticed the tent forming in her shorts and he reached down to tug them off. She lifted her hips to assist, and the shorts joined the pile with his clothes. Her dick was pulsing, fully erect. “Somebody's having a good time,” Red grunted, grinding against her tongue. “You're much easier to get along with when your mouth's doing something more useful than talking.”

Her fingers dug into his thigh flesh as her tongue fucking came more eagerly, more sloppy kissing with his hole, though he could feel her shifting beneath him as the lack of oxygen began to get to her. He pulled forward, just enough to let her breathe. “Mmh, I've got you all nice and ready,” she moaned, licking at him between her words. “Just let me in your ass. You'll love it.”

“Hm, tempting offer, but I don't give a shit,” he said. He got off her and flipped her over, eliciting a yelp. He tugged at her hips, pulling her ass into the air and laid a hard smack against one pale, round ass cheek. Her dick twitched at that. “I'm gonna fuck some manners into you.”

He lined the head of his cock to her hole, small and tight. She reached between her legs to stroke herself, and she gasped as he pressed inside of her. It was painful stretching as her tight rim ate up his tip, but he found he could push in no farther. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her ample hair, yanking back on it and pulling her head up. “C'mon, bitch, loosen up.” He grabbed a hip and thrusted forward hard. She screamed as his dick popped inside of her suddenly, her ass now resting in his lap. She could feel a river of pre-cum run down her hand as she jacked off, biting her lip from the intermingling pain and pleasure.

She was tight, gripping at him nearly as well as pussy, and he grunted as he started to fuck her. Her ass bounced off him and the clapping sounds of their bodies meeting made her stroke faster, a desperate masturbation as her ass was split open. He struck her with another hard spanking, leaving a red hand mark on her pale skin. Her whole backside felt like lewd fire- the strange needling warmth in her ass cheeks, the searing feeling of her asshole being wrecked, the hot strength of her dick in her hand.

He pushed her head down into the dirt as he angled himself higher, driving down into her butt with a mad fervor. She began to gasp, could feel her balls swell, her cock harden in her hand, and her ass squeezed down on his cock like a vice as she began to cum, her dick at the right angle to completely coat the inside of her panties with her own cum. When she'd finished Red pulled out of her with a grunt and tugged her to face him before wrapping her hair around his dick, stroking himself off with it. “Sorry, I just don't feel like dealing with clean up,” he breathed, feeling his own orgasm building. “So I'm just gonna use your hair.”

She gave some unintelligible response. One of her hands idly massaged a breast while the other massaged his sack, which rested against her forehead. He began to grind against her, against her face and into her hair, knocking her hat off, as he blew his load. Two thick ropes landed in her hair, a third painting her forehead. He groaned, letting the last of it splatter onto her cheek before he stumbled away, letting her go. She slumped to the ground, hot semen running down her face.

Red gathered his clothes, taking the time to put them on, before he crouched next to the disheveled girl. “Who's the Pokemon Master now, bitch?” He stood, grinning, and walked off.

It would not be until he reached the Pokemon Center that he would realize that, at some point during their little tryst, she had stolen his wallet.

 

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“Are you sure you're ready?” Green asked.

“Of course,” Red said, completely unsure. The group stood in front of the doors to the Vermilion Gym, waiting for their fearless leader to take the first step inside. “Abra's a pimp and the only thing Nidoqueen hates more than me is losing. Squirtle is my son and I'll allow no criticisms of my tiny blue boy, so that's enough said on that. How bad could it go?”

The answer of course was obvious, but it was an answer to be shamed and ignored. Red had not gotten here on self-esteem issues (which he had never had until he'd been dropped into a world where self-mastery was represented with monster fights), and he didn't plan to start accruing them now. To boldly go forward was the man's way, and who was more of a man than him?

Not one single person.

With a confidence swelled breast, Red pushed inside the gym, squinting against the harsh lights that illuminated the building. The walls were decorated with war memorabilia and the place was littered with bench tables full of random mechanical parts. There was enough room between all the junk to battle, if barely. “There've been wars?” Red asked. There were guns and sabers, pictures of men in uniform, old suits and medals for valor.

“Uh, yeah?” Green said. “Not since our parents were young. Don't you remember when Professor Oak taught us about it?”

“Yeah... I just forgot,” Red muttered. He had gotten so used to living here in this world that he'd forgotten it must have a past, a history that he knew nothing of. Hell, he did too. Well whatever, it wasn't like it ever came up all that much. “So what's Surge like? This doesn't look like an electric-type gym to me.”

“Oh! I have met the lieutenant,” Janine said. “He and my father are peers. He's an intense man, and his pokemon are quite powerful. They're as much veterans of the war as he is.”

“And he's one of the strongest electric-type trainers in the world,” Yellow said. “He's sort of awesome. Not that you can't beat him, Daddy!”

Red grimaced.

Green's hand rested on his shoulder and she leaned close to him. “You don't have to battle him yet. You can train up more, come back tomorrow.”

He looked at her. “I can do it.”

He strode forward to the center of the arena. “Lieutenant Surge! I am Trainer Red of Pallet Town, here to challenge you for the Gym Badge of Vermilion City!”

There was silence, and then from the back room emerged a truly huge human being. He was tall, taller even than Red and anyone else he had seen so far, and was built like a shit brick house. He seemed made to kill, and he moved like he knew it. There was a casual predatory grace as he wiped oil from his hands with a rag, tossing it to the side as he sized up the challenging trainer. Surge had cropped blonde hair, wearing pristine army fatigues, and a pair of sunglasses hung from the front of his shirt.

“Yeah? You sure you're in the right place, kid? The Pokemon Fan Club is right over there,” Surge said, jerking his head in its direction. “You think you can handle my pokemon?”

“You're just the next badge on my list, Surge,” Red said.

The tall man's head rolled back and he let out a loud, echoing belly laugh. “Ha! Alright, I like your bravado, Trainer, I'll give you that. Sure, I accept your challenge,” Surge said, moving to take his place across from Red, but then paused, squinting in the direction of Red's harem. “Hey, aren't you Koga's little girl?”

“Yes sir! I am on my Path of the Ninja,” Janine nodded, earning stares at Green and Yellow.

“Well, tell dear old dad I said 'hey,'” Surge said. He pulled on a pair of finger-less gloves, before grabbing a pair of Poke Balls from a work table and clicking them into place on his belt. “Haven't seen the ol' geezer in a while. Anyway, Trainer, you ready? Battle's gonna be a fast one- can ya keep up?”

“Give me all you got,” Red said. He plucked up Nidoqueen's ball.

“Brass tacks, I like that,” Surge sniffed, taking one small ball in his massive hand. “Let's make it quick, Raichu!”

From the leader's ball came a large, fat mouse. It had orange fur, yellow cheeks, and a long tail that shaped into a lightning bolt at the tip. Pikachu's evolution. “Oh! Look!” Yellow pointed excitedly from where she sat on a workbench. “Isn't it so cool?”

“You're on my team, Yellow!” Red grunted, throwing Nidoqueen's container. The blue behemoth appeared, staring down at the electric mouse before it. She rolled her head around her shoulders and let one big huffing sigh.

“Alright, can't say I'm not surprised,” Surge grinned. “Glad to see you bringing heat, kid, I didn't think you would have it in you!”

Before Surge had finished speaking Raichu blinked across to stand in front of Nidoqueen and delivered a hard punch to her gut- that she barely reacted to, returning a harder punch into the electric-type's face, sending it stumbling. She followed through, stepping forward and using the momentum to send a counter punch into Raichu's belly.

Raichu's tail curled and wrapped around Nidoqueen's arm. Then in a blink they teleported to Surge's side of the field, the ground-type crashing to the floor with the strength that Raichu pulled on it. The blue rabbit rolled onto her back and the mouse pounced, clawing and tearing at the poison-type. Nidoqueen roared and wrapped Raichu into a bear hug, squeezing it tightly to her chest. She grimaced as she bore the pain of her opponent's attacks as she got to her feet. Then she simply fell forward, slamming it to the ground and squishing it there with her full weight behind it.

After a moment Nidoqueen stood, wincing, and Raichu lay defeated. “Well, okay!” Surge clapped. “I'll admit, you caught me off guard, Trainer. I didn't think I was gonna have to take this so seriously. Consider it a character flaw on my part.”

“Yeah, you and everyone else,” Red muttered.

“But I'm thinkin you deserve my full strength,” Surge said. “Meet my prized pokemon, kid- go, Electabuzz!” The pokemon was some kind of humanoid wolverine thing with yellow fur stripped in black. One of the stranger ones Red had seen so far, all things considered. But it was built with just as much muscle as its trainer, and electricity crackled between its two antennae. Nidoqueen studied her new opponent, and her shoulders sagged.

She turned toward Red, rolling her eyes. “Uh, Nidoqueen?” Red stuttered.

She barked something in return. “Can't control your own pokemon, kid?” Surge asked, laughing.

“This is a Gym battle, Nidoqueen! How is this not worth your time?”

She looked at him like the answer was obvious. She waved a dismissive paw and began to walk off to the side, yawning. “Maybe I can whip your pokemon into shape,” Surge said. “Electabuzz, use Ice Punch!” Even from where Red was standing he could feel the temperature in the room drop as rime began to encrust the electric-type's fist. Heavy mist rolled from Electabuzz's hand, and it began to charge forward.

“Nidoqueen, look out!”

There was a terrible cracking sound as the electric pokemon clocked Nidoqueen in the side, the ice shattering and digging into the blue pokemon. She yelped in surprise, and turned to face her attacker and took another Ice Punch to the face. There was a tremendous wheeling of arms as Nidoqueen began to tumble back. She hit the ground with a terrible whump and then did not move.

That wasn't good.

Red stared in disbelief.

“I knew he should have trained more,” Green muttered. “He needs to do something about Nidoqueen, or it's gonna keep costing him battles.”

“Don't you think she should, like, obey him after getting two badges?” Yellow asked.

“There are many ways to earn the respect of a pokemon,” Janine said. “Pokemon are as individualistic as humans. Master Red may have proven that he is a skilled trainer by earning some badges, but Nidoqueen likely doesn't care. He needs some other way to prove to her that he is deserving of her respect. Oh, if only she could view him how I do! She would understand instantly.”

“What're you gonna bring out now, kid?” Surge said. “I hope it's as strong as your Nidoqueen!”

Well, wouldn't Surge be disappointed? “All of my pokemon are strong, Surge,” Red said. “Let's do this, Abra!” The psychic fox settled hovering just above the ground, silently taking in the sense of the Gym and its new opponent.

“Bit of a step down,” Surge said. “But I'm willing to see what you can do.”

Abra began to work at once, ears twitching rapidly as it began to construct barriers of energy around itself. Electabuzz watched, considering, tail whipping. It thrust a fist forward and shot forth a wave of stars, a Swift attack, which shattered and broke uselessly against the fortress that Abra had constructed about itself. The fox teleported, blinking to float behind Electabuzz's head, and delivered a series of swift bicycle kicks. As the electric-type turned to attack, Abra teleported back to its spot, arms crossed.

Electabuzz, angered, stomped forward, raining blows upon the barriers. Abra's expression grew furrowed, concentrated, and though the sheets of energy bent beneath the strikes they held strong. Electabuzz reared back, fist crackling with electricity, but as it swung the psychic-type pushed it backwards with telekinesis, and the electric pokemon's momentum carried it into a fall, cracking its jaw against the ground.

“Not very impressed if you have to resort to parlor tricks to win, kid,” Surge said, his grin now a frown. “I was expecting more from that first bout. I'm not gonna let you whittle my pokemon down and eke a victory out like a loser. I've been in more combat situations than you can imagine- and I'm not going to let a measly Abra screw me! Electabuzz, use Thunder, and don't let up till that thing is defeated!”

Electabuzz grinned, taking a few steps back from where Abra sat fortified. It watched as the fox restored its barriers, fixing the dents and the gaps. Abra's head tilted, questioning, waiting for its enemy to make a move. The electric-type dropped down to all fours and some guttural sound came from deep in its chest. There was a strange feeling in the air, and Red watched in fear as the fur began to stand up on Electabuzz's body, making it look like a pissed off puff ball.

Electa-BUZZ!”

Red felt the hair on his arms raise, and then from above Abra's mental box there was a ripping, raging beam of thunder that battered against the top. The sound was loud, irritating, leaving everyone's ears ringing. There was a black scorch mark that seemed to float atop Abra's head, but the fox was fine, maintaining its concentration. A louder grunt and another harsh blast of electricity. Then, again. Again. Soon the arena was nothing but foul smoke and the artillery fire bang of Thunder going off again and again.

A cloud of smoke roiled around the field. Electabuzz stood to its full height, breathing heavily.

“Now, imagine that, but with thousands of soldiers,” Yellow said, solemn. “The lieutenant and his man were the most decorated group in the war. Even ground-type pokemon struggle through it, not cause of the damage of course, but the light and sound and pressure. Makes them easy picking to clear out.”

“There's no way Abra makes it through an attack like that,” Green said. “For Surge to use a technique like that...”

“That's just the opening salvo,” Yellow said. “I don't think that's even the top strategy in his playbook. Surge takes his battling seriously, more than anyone else I can think of besides the Elite Four. He may only be the third Gym leader, but he's easily one of the strongest.”

“You know a lot about him!” Janine leaned forward.

“Well, I'm something of an electric-type enthusiast, and there's no better role model,” Yellow said. “Except maybe Volkner, but he's from Sinnoh. But, Surge is pretty famous for his battling prowess. Normally, I think Daddy can win any fight with the right amount of luck, but here...”

Red stared blankly into the smoke, his mind racing trying to find a solution. It was not a process he was good at (very rarely would he have to think himself out of situations, and rarer still was it that anyone would think he was “smart”), and he was coming up short. He thought about Squirtle, about whether it would be worth it to try and sneak a win with his starter, but it seemed useless. Electabuzz had taken little damage, and one attack from it landing against Squirtle would mean the end of the fight, no question.

Then, out of the smoke: a spoon.

It sailed and clipped Electabuzz across the face, knocking it off balance. Before it could catch itself, it looked as though its feet were tugged out from beneath it. The spoon returned into the darkness of the smoke- and out of it the beaten and bruised Kadabra, limping, one claw stroking a long mustache. Red's jaw dropped. “Abra... evolved? Holy shit, Abra evolved!”

Green shot to her feet, cheering. “Come on, Red! You can still win this!”

“Aha! Master always finds a way!” Janine clapped.

“Well damn, kid,” Surge's grin was back. “You keep finding ways to shock me.”

“Kadabra! Use Confusion- and don't let up!” Red commanded, pointing a finger at Electabuzz.

Kadabra rose into the air, tail billowing, spoon orbiting slowly. It held its hands out, aimed at its opponent, and its mustache began to flutter. A glimmering wave of purple energy swarmed around Electabuzz as it began to stand up, knocking it back to the ground. The spoon began to swing through the air faster, becoming a silver blur. More waves of energy began to crash into the prone electric type, wracking its body.

“Sorry, kid, it's gonna take more than my own tricks to do me in,” Surge said. “Electabuzz, use Thunderbolt!”

A roar of pain and frustration and then a bolt of electricity hurtling through the air, colliding with Kadabra, knocking the fox to the ground. The psychic reached out desperately and the spoon sliced along the ground, jabbing into Electabuzz, who groaned. The electric monster began to crawl along the ground, wincing against the utensil strikes until it had grabbed hold of the fox, who even at peak health had not the strength to free itself from the enemy's grasp. Sparkling electricity danced on its fist. “No! Kadabra! Attack!” Red shouted.

Electabuzz's fist struck across the fox's snout as the spoon whacked across the back of the electric-type's head. The two pokemon, frozen in this moment of climax.

And then they collapsed on top of each other.

“Well, I'll be shitted, a genuine tie!” Surge bellowed.

“Not unless you've got a third pokemon, Surge,” Red said, holding up Squirtle's Poke Ball. “Because if not, I think that means I won.”

Surge blinked. “Well... shit, I guess it does. Congratulations, Trainer Red, for defeating the leader of Vermilion Gym.”

 

Red stood in front of the mirror in their room at the center, fists on his hips, beaming proudly at the shiny new badge pinned to his jacket. Green stood just behind him, looking at his reflection over his shoulder. “How long are you gonna stand there and do that?” she asked.

“Until I stop feeling like a badass,” he said.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. Janine and Yellow were watching him from where they sat on the bed. “Do you need something?” he asked, irritated. “I'm trying to get some basking done here.”

Her hand came and rested against his crotch.

“Oh. Well, why didn't you say so?”

She lowered to her knees and as she did, the other two came to join her as she started undoing the loop of his belt. “We felt like maybe you deserve a special prize for beating Surge today,” Green said, a pink tinge heating her cheeks. When she set the belt aside, Yellow tugged down his pants and underwear, leaving his dick revealed before Green's face. “Because you did such a good job, and all.”

And cause she's a hungry cock slut, Daddy!” Yellow smooched his ass.

“Master ought to be celebrated for his strength,” Janine said. She knelt on the floor next to Green, her hand massaging Red's sack. “Come, let us worship you properly.” Green leaned forward and licked along the length of his hardening cock while Janine ducked below her, sucking one of his nuts into her mouth. He moaned, felt Yellow spread his ass and begin to eat him out ravenously, messily.

It was a barrage on his body, a swelling of pleasure that met somewhere in the middle of his groin and exploded out into the rest of his body. Green had begun to suck him properly, her tongue guiding him in as she worked on swallowing what she could of him. Janine's tongue worked fast and lovingly, making sure that his balls were well treated by her mouth. He was pressed between sources of bliss, grunting, one hand resting on Green's head while the other shoved Yellow's face hard into his ass, the trap licking him out with a needy reverence.

“Fuck,” Red grunted. His hand clenched into a fist around Green's hair and he pulled her harshly down his cock, jamming into her throat, causing her to gag. A pulse of satisfaction made his dick twitch, and he started to roughly fuck her mouth, sliding into the resisting confines of her throat. She drooled around him, and as her spit ran down his shaft and onto his nuts Janine dutifully licked it off as she worshiped his balls.

With a harder grunt he slammed as deep down her throat as he could, holding down on the back of her head as he pumped her full of the largest load he'd had in a while, filling her tummy with thick rope after thick rope of his cum. She moaned, struggling for air, struggling to swallow it all down like she so badly wanted without spilling a drop. He pulled out of her mouth and pushed her down as she sucked in a trembling breath, head still reeling from all the cum that was now inside of her.

He grabbed Janine by the hair, his cock still throbbing and hard, and pulled her face to his dick. He grinded and wiped against her, spreading Green's saliva all over, a lewd sheen. Yellow whined, Red moving just out of reach of his mouth. “Your cock is so strong today, Master,” Janine murmured, kissing his shaft as it grinded against her. “You can use my pussy to calm it down.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and directed her to her back. He pulled her pants down and flipped her over, holding her tight to the floor.

He slammed inside of her, her tight butt pressing hard against him, as he plowed her against the floor, completely trapping her. It was a hard, aggressive dicking that made her moan loudly, uncontrollably. Her legs and toes curled as his huge cock broke her, feeling so much larger from a prone position. Yellow watched, tweaking his own nipples, his cock achingly ready for a release that wouldn't come. “Master! Too powerful!” Janine was barely understandable, her face pressed into the carpet, hand clenched, body feeling like one messy puddle as the feeling of getting used melted her brain.

The sound of their bodies smacking grew louder, Red pressing the ninja's face harder into the ground as he really nailed her, and he let out something almost like a roar as his nuts swelled and he busted another load, pressing deep inside the ninja girl's pussy, filling her up to her womb. He stood with a grunt, cock soaked and still hard. Janine made no motion to move, her pussy oozing a river of cum, her head fried.

Yellow crawled over and swallowed Red's penis, pressing his nose primly to his daddy's crotch, tasting the mix of Janine's pussy and cum, before pulling off. “Yummy,” he said, standing, wrapping his arms around Red. “Use me too, Daddy, I can tell you still need it.” He took the trap by the hips and spun him. Red's cock pressed between Yellow's fat thighs, and Yellow bit his bottom lip when he felt his nuts resting on top of Daddy's shaft. Red held the trap tight to him and began to fuck the boy's thighs.

The blonde boy leaned into him, one hand coming up to caress Red's neck. There was an uncomfortable stirring of pleasure each time Red slammed forward, thrusting against Yellow's sack and his sensitive cock. Red leaned and bit down on Yellow's shoulder, groaning as he smashed the plush, pillow soft thighs which were sticky with pre-cum from the both of them. Yellow mewled as Red bit down harder, his dick slipping from between the trap's legs as it began to pump another hot wave of semen, painting Yellow's stacked ass with wonderfully warm splatters.

Red stumbled back, falling on the bed, breathing, his dick finally softening. Yellow went to the bathroom and returned with a clean ass, which found its way into Red's lap. “Well somebody was feeling good about themselves,” he muttered, face resting in the curve of Red's shoulder. “Feel good, now?”

Red nodded, too spent to talk.

“That's good. I think your dick broke the other girls. Why don't we take a nap, Daddy?”

It sounded like a plan to him, and so they did, Red dreaming of the coming journey ahead.