Anal Agony

The anal **** is brutal.

Your asshole is already raw and sensitive from two pretty intense acts of anal intercourse - your two first experiences of anal ever, that is - and now these cruel young men all take turns assaulting that same hole, one after another, paying no mind to any of the other holes or body parts which you could use to pleasure them, and take some attention away from your most delicate of tunnels.

“You know what they say it means if you enjoy walking through Viridian Forest!” One Bug Cather sets up a joke, as he watches the third Bug Catcher defile your backdoor.

“It means you must love it up ‘Route 2’!” Another completes the joke, and they all laugh at your expense.

You’ve already given up begging for mercy. There is no mercy to be found with this group. They have come to an agreement with each other over how you are to be treated, and their bond is too strong to be broken by the likes of you.

Plus, you turned half of their Pokemon into makeshift barbecues.

So, you’re just openly weeping. It seems like as sensible a behavior as any, given the circumstances.

Being anally **** by one man after another after another feels unending. You are pretty sure that all these guys, with their pledges not to masturbate, and their youthful libidos, are not taking that long to cum each, but there’s still TEN of them. And so even if each of them takes only half the time you’d expect to orgasm, that’s still a LONG session of anal intercourse.

Not to mention how much it makes you feel like a pathetic, worthless object, to have TEN DIFFERENT COCKS all dipping in and out of the same hole on your body, as if it was a public cum dumpster, and not a part of your body.

But no, seriously, that’s what it is right now. A public cum dumpster. And when these Bug Catchers cum, wow, do they cum. Each guy empties as much semen into your belly as Shawn did further back down the path, a single dose of which had made you feel full before. Now, with four, then five, then six and more men pumping their unfathomably voluminous loads inside your rectum, it genuinely feels like a whole quart of that vile stuff is swimming about inside there, doing its best to impregnate the walls of your colon in vain.

While the anal pain train continues, the other Bug Catchers arrange some inventive bondage with their Pokemon. They use String Shots (the real Pokemon move, not the slang term for human ejaculate) to bind you onto your elbows and knees, and you see out of the corner of your eye that they have done the same to Belle - after completely destroying all her clothes too, of course.

Now, if you weren’t being held at the hips and energetically sodomized by your 9th anal mate of the day, you’d be able to move, but only a slow, awkward crawl, because your hands are pinned to your shoulders, and your feet trapped by your buttocks.

Are they going to make us CRAWL the rest of the way to Pewter?!

The thought doesn’t bear thinking about - you have no idea if it’s 200 meters or 5 miles to the city from here, and frankly, either sounds extremely arduous.

Right now, all there is to focus on is the pain, and the sorrow, and the humiliation.

The Bug Catchers are being very careful to not give your asshole even the tiniest of breaks in between penetrations. Apparently, they really don’t want you spilling any of their precious special sauce. You suppose that the giant cum fountain you’ll be expelling at the end of this ordeal will be like a celebratory display for them. They’ll probably film it, and make you the laughing stock of the entire region.

That just makes you sob even harder.

Eventually, of course, every man has ejaculated inside of you, and finished his deed. Including, unsettlingly, Shawn himself, who comes in for a second go at your red raw hole, after everyone else is finished. It takes him even longer to cum than anyone else, because he doesn’t have that added pressure of not having orgasmed in weeks.

But eventually, after much yelping and whimpering from you, and much grunting and thrusting from him, it’s done. He empties what’s left of his balls into your weak, throbbing hole, and is spent.

Alas, there’s still a surprise waiting for you. As soon as Shawn’s cock pulls out, you feel a pair of lips **** against your sensitive little sphincter.

“Huh?!” You express, confused at who would want their face near a creampied asshole that’s about to burst like a fire hydrant.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHH!!!” Comes the voice of Belle, who is apparently the owner of the lips.

And then the String Shots come. Real ones, again, carefully targeted to seal Belle’s head exactly where it’s being held, until she can’t move it an inch. Her mouth is now very strongly adhered to your asshole. When your cum comes out, there’s going to be nowhere else for it to go.

“You must have been wondering why we didn’t just cover you in cum like normal. Well, now you know.” Shawn says proudly. “You should have drunk my anal creampie like I offered the first time, when I gave you the choice.”

“Well, now look at you. We are… Satisfied.” He finishes dramatically, referring to the unwritten rule that a male Pokemon trainer is allowed to arrange the sexual use and **** of a defeated female Pokemon trainer ‘until he is sexually satisfied’.

Your belly, literally BULGING with the amount of semen that’s been shot inside it, gurgles loudly and urgently, desperately begging for release. You clench your sphincter tight, but you doubt you can hold it for long.

“You know what, I don’t want to watch this.” One Bug Catcher says. “It’s literally too disgusting.”

“Me neither.” Another one agrees.

“All right, let’s head out.” Shawn decides.

He turns and picks up your bag, and Belle’s bag too. “You guys might struggle to carry these all the way back like this. We’ll give you a helping hand, and drop them off at the Pewter City Pokecenter for you.”

You are literally too struck with shock and disgust at this situation, and too busy focusing on holding your asshole shut, to even respond.

Before you know it, you and Belle are alone on the path once again, but this time, naked, bound together, and unless you can hold on while you crawl all the way to Pewter like some sort of sick ‘Human Caterpie’, you are going to be forcefeeding Belle the most massive anal creampie that the world has ever seen.

“Belle, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can hold it. Oh god, this is so fucked up.” You whine.

Belle makes urgent noises and shakes her head as much as she can from her position locked against your backside.

“Look, I’ll try my best, maybe Pewter City is around the next turn… Maybe we can make it… Get some help in the city… Where people aren’t allowed to fuck us any more… But we’ve got to crawl quickly!”

And then, one final realization hits you. “Oh shit, the condoms! We have to bring all the condoms that were tucked in our clothes, or Baz and Bo will release the video. I’m sorry, but we have to do this first."

And so you lead Belle in an awkward crawl to your pile of tattered clothes, and begin retrieving all the used condoms… with your mouth. Only once you have managed to clamp down on the tips of all these awful ‘trophies’ can you then begin to make your way back down the path, and pray that what you find around the next corner is the end of the forest.

I've got... To hold on... For Belle's sake...

This was a commissioned artpiece, drawn by LocalCyclops.