Time to get Drilled

“Charmander, quickly Ember it down!” You yell.

“CHAR!” Charmander quickly obeys. The brutal bolts of pure heat batter against the flying bug-type, heavily singing its body and wings.

But it doesn’t fall.

“Now, Beedrill, Poison Sting!”

“Dodge it, quick!”

But this is no Weedle. This bug can fly. And it can fly fast. Its right foreleg’s stinger lances straight into your prize Pokemon’s chest, injecting its sinister poison into the fire lizard’s veins.

“Scratch!” You cry out in panic.

“Char… MANDER!” The scratch is a direct hit, right onto Beedrill’s face. The bug Pokemon collapses to the ground, defeated. Another trainer is down and out, and another money transfer hits your bank account. But the damage is done.

“Caterpie, Go!”

“Ember!”

“CHAR!”

“Metapod, I choose you!”

“Char!”

“Kakuna, you’re up!”

“Char…”

“Caterpie, your turn!”

“Ch… ar…”

You destroy two more Bug Catchers, but by the third, Charmander can barely move.

When the Caterpie’s tackle lands, and Charmander is knocked ****, your primary emotion isn’t panic or fear. It’s a deep sense of love for your brilliant, amazing, wonderful Charmander who did his absolute best to defend your honor, taking out so many enemy bug Pokemon that you’ve genuinely completely lost count.

“Thanks, buddy. You did great. I’ll take it from here, and get us back to the Pokecenter safely. I promise.” You say to his sleeping body, as bravely as you can, before recalling him into his Pokeball.

You look up at the trainer who defeated you, with a passionate look of cold anger on your face. “Fine. You got me. Do your worst. You can violate my body, but you can’t take away my pride at how many of your asses I just whooped.”

The Bug Catcher just chuckles derisively. “We’ll see about that. You should have just surrendered before this all started. Then we would have just had some fun, and been on our way. But now you’ve taken so much of our money, we are going to make this as nasty for you as possible. Nobody messes with the Bug Catcher Crew and gets away with it lightly.”

You shudder, but try not to show your fear to him.

“Just get on with it, you sick piece of shit.” You spit.

“Tough words for a topless slut.” This voice comes from behind you. You realize that you are completely surrounded by the young men. The ones that you beat. The ones that you hadn’t battled yet. And the ones that had, until a moment ago, been violating your friend.

Speaking of Belle, you’ve never seen her looking worser for wear. They’ve rested her body up against a metal barrier that marks the edge of the public part of Viridian Forest, and used their bug Pokemon to stick her there, using String Shot as glue. Her clothes have been all pulled aside, and despite her no longer having any penises inside her, she can’t move any of her limbs, to return them to their rightful places. She bears a dark expression, like this is the worst day of her life.

It probably is.

Your clothes are not just removed. They are DESTROYED. They’re not gentle about it. Now, even if you were given mercy, and left alone, you’d be arriving in a strange new city buck naked.

Your naked, exposed body is **** down to the ground.

Ten grown men crowd around you. Eleven, if you include Shawn, who’s already fucked you once, and could easily be ready for a Round 2 by now.

“There’s something else you should know about us who follow the Bug Catcher Creed.” Someone speaks. You recognize it as Shawn himself. “As you know, we hunt in packs, we work together, we protect each other, and we share our catches. But it goes beyond that. We Bug Catchers of Viridian Forest have all made a solemn pledge never to masturbate, or visit a prostitute. So that when we do score a fine little catch like yourself…”

“Each and every one of us has more than enough ‘String Shot’ stored up to give you a beautiful, thorough coating.” Another Bug Catcher completes the sentence, as they all get their cocks out of their matching grey shorts.

“We love the way it looks when a girl is covered from head to toe in our jizz.” Another explains. “It makes us feel like we really are Bug Pokemon using String Shot.”

“But today, I’ve got them all to promise to something different, and extra-special.” Shawn says. “Today, each and every last ounce of sperm from all of our full, aching, heavy ballsacs… is going right up your tight little asshole.”

You kneel there, terrified, tears welling up in your eyes, silently begging for someone to appear out of nowhere and save you.

But nobody does.