Boo!

A Gengar slowly stalks you, a too-wide grin on its purple face. The air around you drops in temperature, and your rapid breath forms clouds in front of your face as you become petrified from fear. This is it. You’re going to die here.

But you won’t go down without a fight. With trembling arms, you lift the strong stick that you picked up and point it at the approaching Pokémon. It’s next to useless against the ghost-type and the Gengar laughs at your pathetic act of defiance. Lightning fast, it lashes out with its tongue and slaps the stick out of your hand. Your only defence gets thrown onto the dirt, and a strange feeling of numbness begins to spread from your hand. Shit, Gengar’s lick is paralytic! You charge the Gengar, hoping to get at least one punch in, but your legs go numb after a step, and you flop at its feet.

“HELP! ANYONE! HEEEEELLPPP!!!” You scream, knowing that there isn’t anyone coming to save you. And the Gengar knows that too. It giggles again and licks your face, its tongue burning the skin on your cheek. And then you can’t move any of your muscles at all. Its mouth opens unnaturally wide, and you internally scream in terror at the thought of being eaten.

“Arceus, I swear on everything that I love, that if I make it out of this alive, I will… I will…” You pray, not sure what to offer in exchange for your mortality. “I’ll never be a bitch to women I take forfeits from!”

You can feel its cold breath on your face, and you want to close your eyes, but even those muscles are unresponsive, and you’re **** to get a horrific view of the inside of a ghost-type’s mouth.

“Oddish use stun spore!” Someone shouts, and suddenly the Gengar’s open mouth is replaced with purple gas as the grass Pokémon shoots its paralyzing spore at the ghost.

“Geodude use rock throw!” Someone else shouts, and a boulder smashes into the stunned ghost, spraying pebble shrapnel onto your face. At least everything is numb, so you don’t feel the pain.

You can hear the sounds of combat, as the two Pokémon fight the Gengar, and you pray to every god you’ve ever heard of that your saviours win. The battle rages on for an eternity, and finally, you see the Gengar float past your field of vision again. It screams in anger but flees from the duo, furious at losing its prey.

“Keep watch, I’ll make sure she’s okay.” Says a female voice, coming closer and crouching down next to you. You can’t tilt your head to look at her, but she sounds nice, and kind of hot as well. Her lilting voice is strangely familiar to you, and you try to recall where you heard her before.

“Hey, you good?” She asks you with concern, and you try to respond.

“Agaughwdag.” You stumble, your tongue moving in whatever direction it feels like. You feel her lift you, and lean you back against the pine tree, but your head just flops down onto your chest.

“She's paralyzed Alice, the Gengar got her good.” The Geodude girl says.

“Maybe now you can get **** on her?” Alice says, with a thoughtful tone. Wait, what! Who is this person, and why would they want vengeance? Oh jeez, is this the girl whose ice cream you stole when you were 7? You already apologized and bought her another one! Or maybe it was the girl you accidentally spilled water on in class, and she had to go through the entire day with a wet patch on the back of her skirt that no one told her about? That one kind of was on you, and **** would be well-deserved in your opinion.

Or maybe it was the girl you made cry earlier today. But her girlfriend already turned you into a slutty mess, so why would she still want ****?

“Hehe, I could. But I think what you did was more than good enough for me.” The other girl replies flirtatiously, and you hear them kiss for a second. “We should carry her back to our camp, and talk in the morning.”

“Alright. You carry her, and I’ll guard you.” Replies the second girl, who you assume is Alice. You feel strong hands pick you up, and you’re cradled in the Geodude girl’s arms as she starts walking. Your head is still in your chest and you want to look up at your saviour, but she doesn’t lift your face out of your breasts. At least you have nice tits, so the view isn’t too bad.

Before long, you’re set down in front of a fire, and a blanket is laid over you. The two girls walk a little bit away and settle down as well, and sleep overtakes you almost instantly. As soon as your eyes close, you’re transported back in time to this afternoon, when you took a forfeit from one of the lesbian girls you fought.

Also, do you guys prefer it if I chapter dump, or spread the chapters out over a period of time? Because I kind of spent all day writing and I have like 6 chapters queued up.