Pokeball tuition with an unsuspecting old man

"Now normally firstly you would need to weaken the wild Pokemon in combat. But since this is already my Weedle, I think we can just pretend we've done that part." The old man is lost in his excited explanation of how to catch a Pokemon.

Meanwhile, your GutGrimer is vibrating powerfully, deep inside your asshole. Despite the weird sensation, it is undeniably making you more and more horny.

"The first thing you should do is check that no other wild Pokemon are too close by. You don't want your ball getting confused about the target. That would be an expensive waste of a ball, if it went for the wrong Pokemon."

Your stomach makes a gurgling sound, as whatever special liquid the GutGrimer is filling your colon with continues to bubble around inside you.

"When you throw the Pokeball, you ideally want it to connect with the Pokemon. This gives you the greatest chance of success."

Belle moves your hand towards yours, and holds it. You respond the hold, gripping her hand tightly. You're in this together.

"Don't worry about hurting the Pokemon. They're made of sturdier stuff than us, even the little ones."

You notice that Belle is breathing heavily. You then realize that you're breathing heavily too.

"A little bit of spin from the wrist can help it fly more straight, especially on a windy day. It takes a bit of practice, but it's worth it if you can get the hang of it."

You push your hip into Belle's hip, and she responds with similar pressure. With the rising heat coming from your groin, and your rapidly pulsing heartbeat, you reflect that you've never felt closer to her than this moment.

"Never throw the Pokeball in too high of an arc. You'll have next to no control over where it lands, and with a longer travel time, there's more opportunity for your target to get out of the way."

The fluid motion in your belly just builds and builds with its intensity. It's like a Poliwag is using Whirlpool, but inside your gut.

"You might think it's a bit cringey that trainers tend to shout 'Pokeball, go!' when they throw it, but there's reason behind the madness. Let me explain."

Beneath you, some sort of super-slippery lubrication starts to seep out from the sides of the sizeable sex toy.

"Exhaling from your lungs as you launch helps you have the best posture for the throw. So shouting 'Go!' actually helps you throw more accurately. I know some 'cool kids' prefer to be all silent nowadays, but they're actually handicapping themselves."

As your excessive lubrication oozes out onto the bench beneath you, it begins to form a little puddle of anal goop. You reach to pull your denim shorts further out of the way at the back, to avoid them getting soaked.

"Now watch carefully as I go through the motions. First I bring the ball to my chest. Then down, back and around. Then when it reaches here, I will release."

More and more ass-lube starts to audibly spurt and bubble out of you. This is bad...

"Okay, are you ready for me to throw it for real?" The man asks.

"Yesssss... Please...." You half-say, half-moan. You must sound like a real weirdo.

"Okay, watch closely. Pokeball, GO!" The old man bowls the Pokeball which speeds toward the Weedle, and bonks it on the head. A perfect hit! The Pokeball opens and accepts the Weedle inside of it, before falling gracefully to the ground.

But you're hardly watching. Instead, you're just trying not to physically shudder along with your massive anal vibrator.

Squelch squelch squelch

There's no hiding the lewd wet sounds coming from your assholes now. The amount of lube this is filling you with is getting beyond ridiculous.

"Are... Are you two okay?" The old man sounds a little confused, and concerned.