With a Message and an Employee

As the two of you try to comfort each other, both of your pokedexes started to vibrate...it seemed some messages were being sent to the both of you at the time. It just kept vibrating over and over and over again from a lot of messages, and the both of you can feel a pit welling up inside. With dread absolutely over taking you, you reached for your pokedex and opened it up, seeing the many messages all from the same code and with many file attatchments.

You decided to open up the messenger and audibly gasped at what you saw. Blinking, Belle did the same with her own and her face fell into despair at what she was seeing.

"Hey, sluts! Good morning~! Though, I guess you whores aren't sluts anymore, more like cumdumps. Heh. Considering you let us cum inside of you and get your girls most likely knocked up, we figured that the deal was off. We love it when pokesluts really get into it. We started sharing the videos and photos around, you two are about to be famous!"

There was more and more degrading and humiliating messages as you scroll down the chat log. There was pictures of you and Belle getting fucked, sucking cock, kissing and groping and fucking each other, swapping cum with one another. There was full audio video of that, too. There was also the video of the awful lesbian porn shoot you and Belle did together, even the bit that was supposed to be edited out and not shown until you were retired from pokemon battling. Well, if the deal was off, they would have no reason to not show, right?

A video was also there of you and Belle fighting over ownership over the condoms while the boys were creampieing the both of you at the same time, your faces and hair slathered in baby-batter that was filling the two of you up. It was like looking at two completely different girls that you didn't know...no, not even girls. Two absolutely depraved, needy, good for nothing sluts who aspired to be cumdumps to be used by any cock out there, and not pokemon masters. Is that what you really are?

Tears once more filled your eyes at the final message, "You two are gonna be so popular, hope to meet y'all again later. We gotta get some training done so we can beat more sluts and become masters. Have fun becoming cumdumps. BTW, we shared your numbers with some of our mates, you'll be receiving a lot of messages soon, so have fun with making new friends!"

And as you finished reading that, both you and Belle would see a flood of new messages. Degrading messages from codes you don't know talking down to the both of you, sharing pictures of different dicks, and colorful descriptions of what they wanted to do to them after beating them in a battle. Some even said they'd like to skip battles and just offer some money to fuck you.

You look to Belle and noticed she was on the verge of breaking down and crying her eyes out. You have to admit, you feel the same. Though, to be truthful, and to be a bit weird...you don't feel all that damaged in the head about it. Maybe it was still the "high" from last night, or something else. You were still feeling the absolute despair of the situation and you felt like shutting down and crying, too. But, you didn't feel like your life was over quite yet despite the fact that this should be the most reality shattering event of your life. You wonder briefly if your mother would be hearing about this.

The two of you weren't able to fully process what was happening before the door opened up and in the doorway was the desk worker from the other night doing his last rounds before changing shifts. He saw the state of you two and the room and, at first, he was shocked and appalled, covering his nose at just the smell of sex and cum that permeated in the air. But then his face turned red as he went absolutely livid.

"You...YOU WHORES! ABSOLUTE SKANKS! I expected you two to spreading your legs and getting fucked when you brought those two men in here, but this-THIS!? Did you holes with legs sneak a whole orgy in here!?"

Belle was absolutely godsmacked and couldn't respond, but you managed to try and meekly come up with a reply, "N-no! We-we just-"

"I don't wanna hear your excuses, skank! This room is gonna be impossible to clean! Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT! We won't have any business to do with whores like you! Get your things and get out!"

Belle then tried to say, "Bu-but, can we at least take a sh-"

"No! You two seem like you'll be happy as you are like the sluts you are! You'll just ruin our shower and plumbing and we'll be spending enough time and money as is! Get out of here, and don't you two show your faces around here again!"

The man kept berating the two of you as you rushed to gather your clothes. Thanks to the hypnosis from before, you were also compelled to grab as many condoms as you can get while you try to gather your clothes. Seems like that made the angry employee all the more indignant as he started to physically chase you and Belle out of the room. If he had enough charity to have y'all get dressed, seeing that erased that bit of compassion. He was chasing the two of you out of the hotel with a broom until the both of you in your naked, cum stuffed and glazed glory, were outside of the hotel in broad daylight with your clothes and condoms in hand.