A late night pick-up

You stumble out the front door of the mansion as a disheveled mess, having spent most of your remaining energy dressing yourself. The burglar has sent you on your way after a couple hours of “correction” and taken a different exit to avoid detection. Your wobbly legs, stained with cum, somehow get you to the sidewalk where you see Nurse Joy and the mysterious man chatting casually.

“Ah, you’ve returned,” the man says.

“You look like you had fun playing ghost hunter,” Nurse Joy adds cheerfully.

“Yeah… Easy…” you pant, bracing yourself against a nearby fence post. You’re fortunate that Sally is sleeping after getting dicked into oblivion, so you can at least speak for yourself. “You two talk now?”

The man replies, “Well, it seems we have something in common. Specifically, the company we keep.”

“Both of us seem to have someone who sticks around and gets fucked on a regular basis. That’s not a criticism, mind you! Feel free to knock yourself out! Or let someone else do it,” Joy adds with a wink.

“In my case, it may actually be a criticism.” The gloomy man sighs. “Regardless, I appreciate your cooperation in this matter. It seems the use of your body as a host has been quite helpful. In more ways than one, regrettably.” He holds a finger up to your forehead, and you’re quickly freed from the presence of a sleeping slut in your consciousness, lurking and waiting for her next chance to sabotage your dignity and make you act like an impure girl. Which you’re not. “If you have any more problems of the supernatural variety, feel free to call.”

“I-I’ll try not to.”

“That would be best.”

As the man walks off, Nurse Joy gestures to a stretcher being carried by two Chanseys. “Well, Emilia? Care to hop on? Or perhaps you intend to walk back to the Pokemon Center in that condition?”

“I’ll… ugh…”

You collapse onto the stretcher.