A War of Attrition

If there was just one more Bug Catcher, you would be able to challenge him, and stop him abusing Belle.

But you can’t challenge ten at once.

Well, you could, but then Charmander would just get destroyed.

So, just what is the right thing to do here?! You can’t leave Belle at the mercy of all these young men, can you?

But surely you can’t defeat them all either?

There’s only one way to find out, I guess.

“So, who wants to battle the chick with her tits out, and who wants to fuck the one on the ground?” The man who spoke last, speaks again. And despite his words, he’s saying it awfully casually.

“That’s… This is…” You try to find the words.

“I don’t… Wait…” Belle does too.

“Wait.” A more authoritative male voice speaks, and one that you recognize.

At the back of the group, is the first Bug Catcher you met, the one with the Pinsir. From what the others said earlier, his name must be Shawn.

“Remember the deal. I don’t care if you fuck that one, but the only place any of you are allowed to cum is in that one’s asshole.”

He points directly at you.

“What the fuck.” You say out loud. It’s just such an insane demand.

“You’re the boss, Shawn.” Another says. “But then let’s get that Charmander out of the way quickly, so we can get on with the fun.”

Shawn stretches lazily. “It’s not been long enough since I fucked her. Someone else will have to do it. How is your Charmander awake, anyway?” He asks you directly.

“None of your business.” You spit.

“Eeek!” Belle squeals as one of the Bug Catchers tries to make a move on her, yanking her top up, and her leggings down.

“HEY! NO! I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle!” You yell instinctively.

“Aww, rats.” The Bug Catcher says, disappointedly. “I’m going to fuck your ass twice as hard for blue balling me like this.”

But he obeys the unwritten rules, and gets back to his feet, and squares off with you.

“Caterpie, go!” One of the Caterpies that had been crawling around Belle leaps into the fray, and charges towards your Charmander.

“Ember!” You yell, the fire in your heart just as hot as the fire in Charmander’s mouth.

Meanwhile, four other men encircle Belle, and continue where the other guy left off. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

“You bastards! Cowards! Ganging up on us like AIEEEE!”

Belle now has a penis in her vagina, another preparing to enter her mouth, and particularly unpleasant-looking men are masturbating using her hair.

“Remember, no cumming! Save all your 'String' for the Charmander slut!” Shawn shouts.

You shiver with disgust and resentment at how your eventual defeat is a foregone conclusion. Then again… Who are you kidding. Ten trainers in a row? Can Charmander even do that many ember attacks without just running out of heat?! You guess there’s only one way to find out. And hopefully quickly - to hopefully minimize the number of different disgusting men that get to **** Belle today.

Focus on the fight, Amber, focus on the fight.

“Aieee! My poor MMMPH… GLURK GLURK GLURK GLURK GLURK” You hear from down on the ground.

Focusing on the fight is impossible.