Charmander Vs The World

“Use Ember again, Charmander!”

“Dodge it!”

“Ember!”

“Quickly, look out!”

“Ember again!”

Your Charmander is following all your instructions with **** diligence, and it makes you proud. Or, it would make you proud, if you weren’t constantly distracted by the horrible things being done to Belle on the ground, barely a few feet away from you.

One particularly high pitched scream (muffled by a penis halfway down her throat) lets you know that Belle just lost her anal virginity.

“Oh god Belle, I’m so sorry… Charmander, ember again!”

“Fuck you, you’re done! Now pay me!”

One thing you have remembered to do, this time, is get the defeated trainer to press their Pokedex against yours after you defeat them, which transfers half the cash in their current account to yours. Since you have literally zero money to your name, this is actually really important.

But now that the formalities are out the way, it’s time to save Belle’s ass.

You tap the shoulder of the man anally **** your friend.

“You! You’re up! I challenge you to a Pokemon battle!”

“UGH! Fine…” He whinges, as he pulls out of Belle’s backdoor with a sickening slurping sound.

I can’t stop all of them at once, but I can do this for you, Belle. You think.

And then you’re once again trying to focus on helping Charmander dodge a Poison Sting.

“AIIEEEMMMPHHH!” Less than 15 seconds later… A different Bug Catcher has shoved his cock up her asshole. And you realize just how hopeless it is to try and save Belle from a gangbang, when you can only keep one of them occupied at a time.

But if we can beat them all, then Charmander will be able to drive them off! You think to yourself.

But can you really go that long without something going wrong?

Absolutely not, you realize, as Charmander gets hit by a Weedle’s String Shot, and is once again glued to the ground.

You know that a Poison Sting is coming next, and then Charmander will likely be poisoned, and on a slow inevitable path to defeat.

“Char Char!” Charmander calls to you urgently.

And despite everything, despite the distractions, despite the panic welling up inside you… You understand him.

“Really? You’re sure? I guess you have had a lot of excellent training experience today…” You reflect, in quiet amazement. “Okay, if you say so. Charmander, Smokescreen!”

And then with a powerful burst of breath, this part of Viridian Forest is filled with thick black smoke.

“Argh, damnit! Weedle, find that Charmander, it hasn’t moved! And when you find it, use Poison Sting!”

“Get yourself free, Charmander!” You shout urgently.

It’s a race against time. Will that Weedle get lost in the smoke for long enough, or will it find Charmander before he can wriggle himself free?

“Weedle… Weedle…” You can hear it getting closer, searching carefully.

“You can do it Charmander! I believe in you!” You yell into the blackness.

“Fuck, this bitch’s ass just clenched up even tighter!” The man sodomizing Belle coughs from down beneath you, reminding you that you’re in a crazy fucked up situation, and not a normal exciting Pokemon battle.

The smoke slowly starts to clear… And as it does… Haha! Charmander isn’t in the same place at all! The Weedle has arrived, but found an empty patch of dirt! And over to the side…

“Ember, now!”

There is Charmander, still going, still pumping out those bolts of fire, still burning bugs alive.

I can do this. I can beat them all. You think to yourself.

“You’re out of Pokemon. Pay up.” You demand, as proudly as you can when you’re still holding one hand in front of your exposed chest to hide your nipples.

After the cash has been transferred, you look to Belle to see if she needs a temporary reprieve from one of her assailants. But before you can choose one, someone taps you on YOUR shoulder.

“I will be your next opponent.” He says. “Go, Beedrill!”