Pokémon tournament 1

Bruno landed on Goldenrod, back from Paldea. He missed civilization, its skyscrapers and billboards, traffic sounds, blinding lights, Fearows soaring through the sky. His time on Paldea was fun, sure, but after three months of combat and celebration he yearned for home. He was born in Kanto, sure, but Johto was where he belonged. A big man, he quickly left his private plane, walking fast, entering the limousine already waiting for him.

He got in, sitting, spreading his legs, breathing deeply, closing his eyes for a second. Bruno never liked flying, but was getting used to it. Red's new campaign to take over other regions made Bruno an essential asset, and soon he would need to travel again. He fought in the frontlines of Paldea, defeating enemy trainers, bringing them into submission. Most of the festival participants were captured by him.

And yeah, there was also the festival. Red's idea, but he helped. His champion was the brain, he was the muscle. He never thought it could work, but he was obviously wrong. Paldea was now completely broken, under Kanto unwavering control, with Nemona crowned as a new and faithful champion. Red's government was… very liberal. Things that were once kept hidden underground, now happened in broad daylight. That sex championship was just the epitome of it all.

His car passed in front of a Rocket whorehouse, standing proud in the center of Goldenrod. That kind of stuff would never happen a decade ago.

– Where to, sir?

– Radio tower.

Bruno mumbled, barely paying attention. He was missing her. The man tried to distract himself as his driver skittered through the metropolis, escaping the worst concentration of traffic, reading the city masterfully. He scrolled through the phone. Iono streaming, taking some horse cock live; offended bullshit speeches from some other regions who hated all that was happening; bureaucratic nonsense from Giovanni about exporting Paldean girls; an invitation from Will to one of his orgies now that he was back in town. Nothing interesting. He sighed, sliding it back on his pant's pocket, resting his massive buff arms in the back of the seat.

It took the better part of an hour for him to finally reach the tower. He quickly walked inside, all security getting out of his way, only one thought in his mind. Everybody knew who he was, Elite Four, a celebrity, a ruler, a god. He got the elevator up, slowly taping his foot against the floor, impatient.

Maybe he should have sent a gift. Or told her he was coming. His dick was already so fucking hard.

The doors opened, the twentieth floor. He could already hear her voice.

– Of cooourse we are right! Paldea was a bunch of savages, piss poor trainers, just utter thrash. And everyone is crying because we made some half dozen sluts fuck? Like they were not already opening their legs for any foreigner with money. Gimme a break! They should thank us!

She was such a brat, smiled Bruno. He started to remove the knots on his pants while he ran towards her booth. Everybody went silent when he entered.

They were all sitting around a round table, microphones in front of three women, a couple sound engineers in the back, the traditional team of the Goldenrod ChitChat, their biggest radio program, one which Whitney was a frequent guest.

She immediately turned her head towards him.

He loved those teasing sultry pink eyes, her innocent looking face, capable of turning slutty so fast. He loved even more her absolutely giant tits, almost popping a few buttons of her tight white shirt, so easy to see the curves of her perfect body underneath. She quickly took off the pink headsets as he entered.

– Bruno? You're back already?

The reporter and the rest of the table were talking something, but he didn't care. Bruno walked forward, a giant among them, grabbed Whitney by the pink bob cut hair, let his pants drop on the floor, and slammed his gigantic cock down her throat. He moaned in ecstasy, the feeling of his shaft down her throat, facefucking her hard and fast, hearing her delicious choked moans, pulling her back and forth roughly by the hair. Sweet pink gloss painted his dick, copious amounts of drool went down her chin, soaking her white business blouse, her tits now even more pronounced.

– W-we are in the middle of some technical problems… Let's go for a quick a-ad break…

Bruno could do anything he wanted in the world, and nobody would be able to stop him. But there was only one thing he wanted, missed so badly, and couldn't stop thinking about even with access to any slut he desired in Paldea.

Whitney.

Her head was so small between his gargantuan hands, sloppy muffled sounds coming out of her delicious mouth as he pounded her throat in fiery passion, her long nails scratching at his big hairy legs, her eyes rolling, unable to breath.

He loved her so much.

Bruno was so pent up he couldn't barely hold himself together, moved only by lust. He felt his cock twitching, hard inside her mouth, fucking her for barely a minute before he felt the need to empty his balls in her. He could hold a bit longer if he desired, but he didn't. It had been so long.

With a deep rough grunt, joined by a grumbled slutty moan from the girl, he unloaded a massive load inside her mouth. It felt perfect, the best orgasm he had in weeks, pure bliss. It drooled from the sides of her mouth, dripping on her chest. Bruno stood still, moaning, enjoying the feel of his dick inside her warm flesh. Slowly he pulled out, inch after inch, his massive cock hanging between his legs, all covered by pink cherry gloss.

She got up, somewhat dizzy, trembling, so much shorter than him. She touched his chest, caressing him, smiling with big white teeth all dirty with cum, her makeup now completely ruined. Bruno liked her even better like this.

– You really know how to treat a lady – She almost purred, her sultry but bratty voice making him immediately hard again – Good trip? Was Paldea fun?

Fuck talking. He grinned, ripping open her shirt, squeezing those massive tits that he missed so much, giant natural DDs with swollen pink nipples. He strongly squeezed then, making Whitney growl in lust, letting him do whatever he wanted.

– Ohhh, you must have missed me so much… – She stroked his cock, grinning, her other hand touching his jaw, her gentleness paired to his brutality, her soft flesh and his hard muscles, her brattiness and his stoicism – Paldea must have been such a drag… My poor Bruno…

He lowered his hands to her waist, and moved the woman like she weighed nothing, slamming Whitney's back on the table, making her giggle. He got down on her, sucking on a breast, voracious, with such strength that he started to feel some droplets of milk getting out of her succulent nipple. It tasted like home.

She giggled, letting him go to town, and started checking her surroundings. A couple women had run away, the engineering nerds were whispering to each other, in shock, filming everything like the wimps they were. The podcast host, a bombshell blond in her thirties that was a good friend of hers, had just unbuttoned her jeans, turned her chair towards the fucking and started fingering herself. Whitney gave her a wink, approvingly. She missed Bruno so much. She was ready to be pounded until she couldn't think anymore. Nobody could pleasure her as well as he did.

He began to unbutton her shorts.

– I missed your cock so much… You make me so wet…

To be taken wherever he wanted, to be moved and manhandled by that giant mass of muscles, she loved how she was reduced to just a pair of holes when he was horny, and loved even more that one of the most powerful men in the word did everything she wanted afterwards. Bruno got to fuck the cutest girl in Johto, and she got to rule. Win win.

She wanted to get fucked so bad. He waited months to be back to his love. Everybody around was ready to watch.

His phone rang.

There was only one person from whom he left notifications on.

– FUCK! – Bruno exploded, throwing a chair against the wall, its frame exploding on the impact.

– Everybody out! – Shrieked Whitney – Go! Fucking go, you cunts! – She sat on the desk, swallowing the remaining cum in her mouth – Are you all fucking deaf? OUT!

Bruno was red from anger. The stupid idiots that worked on that podcast finally obeyed, scurrying out. – Answer the phone, dear.

– Now? I'll kill him. Why now?

– Bruno, shut up. You can fuck me later. Answer your fucking phone.

He looked at her naked voluptuous body, so perfect, so tempting. Raging, he kicked another chair. And then, like the good boy he was underneath all his bravado, he obeyed Whitney.

– Yes, sir? Right – Whitney paid attention, reading each single change in his expressions. Bruno was easy to understand – Now? Do you think this will be a good idea? Sorry, sir, sorry. Yes. Of course.

He let the phone fall on the floor. Whitney stood still, waiting, seeing his face turn from shock, to anger, to understanding, to a confused grim.

– What's fucking happening? Tell me, you big dumb baby. Stop pouting.

– The games are coming here.

- Then we have an opportunity.

…

Will's mansion was lightened by candles, dark and chic, big victorian couches, giant marble statues, pools, table from old kalosian wood. Half naked waiters walked around, their faces masked, all young and ripe, offering food, drinks and their own bodies to the participants.

A choir of Xatus sang, their music filling the halls, driving a constant surrealistic confusion, those willing to let their minds be influenced sinking in deep hallucinations, in drugged ecstasy.

Bruno hated those parties.

He walked with intent, wearing a simple mask, but he refused to wear a suit, only in his loose white pants. Whitney was beautiful at his side, covered in white latex, boots that covered half her legs, a cute pink cow mask covering her face, but her magnificent breasts exposed, swinging with every movement.

Moans filled the halls, the orgy slowly beginning, one guy fondling a young dark-skinned waitress pussy, two young women sucking on an older lady breasts, a girl he was sure was from Paldea, using a Meowscarada mask, was getting assfucked by a Slowbro in the middle of a pool to the delight of the audience, her foreign shrieks grabbing everyone attention.

– Too much…

– Let the man have his fun, dear.

– Every week, Whitney. It's weird. Can't he just fuck? Like normal?

Whitney giggled. Her man was so dumb. She grabbed him by the waistline of his pants and pulled him to the deep chambers, away from the main debauchery to find their colleague.

They found William Itsuki laying on a black sofa, his feet up, wearing a perfectly fitted purple and black suit, masked as always, surrounded by young, incredibly thin girls, none of them seeming older than seventeen years old. Everybody knew he preferred his servants young. Naked, they all wore only a mask and a choker, their butts branded with a black tattoo, his property. When he got bored of them, or when they got too old, he would mark the other asscheek, and then any guest could enjoy them.

He swallowed the grape one of them was feeding him, and smiled to the newcomers, his teeth glistening with the candlelight.

– Bruno, what a pleasure. It's been so long since you last honoured me with your company.

He grumbled something, a brute man of action, not words. He brought Whitney so he wouldn't need to talk to that slimy pompous aristocrat.

– Hey Will. How you doing?

– Whitney, my dear, welcome back – He sat, gesturing for two girls to surround him, resting his arms over their shoulders – Hope you both are enjoying the party.

– Great as always. The girl on the stage. Paldean?

– Oh, yes, very astute. Was looking for one for a good time. She was trying to flee the country, Giovanni pushed her my way, so that I could offer her refuge – His eyes glistened, malicious – It was very fun breaking her. Caramel skin, such lustful moans. Paldean is an exquisite language for sex. This is the first time I'm making her fuck a pokemon. Is she doing good?

– Guess so. Your guests are enjoying it.

Will wavered his hand. Of course they were, he knew how to put a show.

– Did you get the chance to enjoy Paldea, Bruno dear?

– Yeah… – He mumbled

– I'm jealous. That young finalist… Juliana – He made a sound of appreciation with his lips, smiling with half his face, devious – So spunky, so filled with spirit. Must be too stretched out now, but how I wished for a chance with her, you know? She was just perfect.

– She lacked a bit of meat – Whitney teased, curving her body forward, her breasts moving – No tits. Could be better.

Will rolled his eyes. Whitney laughed a bit. The first time she went to one of those parties, she was a bright eyed young trainer, still looking to solidify her career. She tried to fuck Will, but even back then she was too much of a woman to him. She was so glad to have found Bruno.

– Loving the talk, but you know why we're here, right? You got the call?

– Sure did.

– What did you think about it?

Will shrugged. His hands caressed the tits that barely were tits of the two slaves around him.

– It's smart. We're having some unrest. The masses are so unruly sometimes. It was such a great success in Paldea, makes sense to repeat with lower stakes. And the prize is tempting.

– So tempting.

– Whoever wins will have power surpassed only by Red. A chance to impose our will on the new colonies. To put Johto's name in the history books. How to say no? Are you entering? Is Bruno okay with this?

– He is.

- And if you lose?

- I don't lose.

It was not hard to convince him. They were together, but both had no problems letting the other fuck outside of the relationship. Bruno would let she do whatever she wanted, even if it was dangerous.

– I heard Koga is not competing. Do you know if Karen herself will try?

– Not her style. She's too proud to get fucked in public.

– Too stupid, more like it. Does she even have a girl to send in her place?

– Jasmine.

Whitney tensed up, confused.

– Olivine leader Jasmine? The one with the floaty dresses?

– That one.

– What the fuck. Ain't she, like, all pure and stuff? Church Girl, anti-fun, the one protesting against our invasion?

– Karen is evil, dear. The worst of us. She wanted Jasmine exactly for this reason.

– She's a gym leader – Bruno finally spoke again – She should be protected. We're not barbarians.

– Well, do you wanna tell this to Karen? I don't.

Bruno crossed his arms, retreating from conversation. Will turned back to Whitney.

– Do you know about Lance?

– He'll send his little bimbo cousin, who else? She's been gobbling on his cock since she was born. Clair would kill herself to make Lance smile.

– Makes sense. We just can't let Karen win, and I think everything will be fine.

Whitney knew Bruno really didn't want Will winning, but said nothing. There was only one thing missing.

– And you?

He smiled, wide and proud.

– Thought you would never ask.

Will snapped his fingers, and a young girl emerged from behind some curtains, walking towards them, naked. She wore a white and red mask, the same model as his, her light brown hair with two cute little pigtails, walking barefoot through the cold floor, black see-through stockings, small round breasts with pink areolas, a shaved perfect pink pussy. There was still some fear in her caramel eyes, shy and uncomfortable.

– This is Lyra. My new protegee She's a great trainer, fierce, loyal, still young enough to begin her career the perfect way.

She said nothing. Whitney tried to read her. Sixteen? Fifteen? She seemed non threatening, a teenager, nervous and inexperienced. She smirked, unable to take her seriously. What the fuck was Will thinking?

– Nemona won Paldea. Juliana was second. Don't underestimate her, Whitney. All it takes is the right motivation.

– Yeah, right. As if fighting some Paldean sluts was hard. None of them would have a shot here. You should give up, kid. Go back to school.

– I… I c-can't…

– Lyra dear, please go back inside. We'll talk later.

She did. Will turned to the couple in front of him, smiling.

– It'll be good for the morale of our country. And one of us will be able to change everything. Rule the world.

Whitney's mouth watered. So much power, the idea was making her horny. She was born for greatness, she was the best trainer in Johto, the only one who deserved it. Not the sadistic dogfucking Karen, nor their incestual champion, or Will and his cult filled with underaged orgies. She deserved it! Her and only her! She would win. She deserved it.

Whitney.

Queen of the world. It felt so nice.

…

Kneeling, Jasmine prayed for forgiveness. Big cross piercings hurt her nipples. It was cold on top of the lighthouse, strong winds hitting her naked body. She had sinned so much. She wanted to cum so bad, but her mistress didn't let her. Her back ached from the leashes, still red and bloodied. How could she have fallen so low? Tears ran down through her face, like every single night since Karen entered her life. But Arceus had given her a way out, a miracle, an ultimate solution. Do this last thing, and you'll be free. You can forget everything, and be happy. She wished so bad for Him to forgive her for all her sins. All the spanking… The forbidden homosexuality forced upon her… That woman pissing on her face... The dogs… The dogs… She wanted Him to forgive her so that maybe she could forget.

Clair moaned, her cousin's name, alone in her bed. "Lance… Lance…", muffled sounds as she bounced on a big dragon shaped dildo, her ass going back and forth, her face biting at the pillow. She loved him, Lance was perfect, her master, her heart. Ever since she was a little girl she knew she would serve him exactly as he wanted. "Fuck me Lance… Please…"

– No. Focus.

He was sitting, watching her, training her. She was his pet, his property, and she would bring him even more power, beyond Johto, beyond their draconic legacy. They would rule together, like their parents always intended. She would carry his children, about to be bred with the perfect genes, keeping their lineages pure. But first she would have to do her part. Fuck.

– Stop, Clair. Get out of the dildo. It's time for you to fuck one of my Dragonites.

Whitney sat atop the farmhouse of her Milktank farm, just a bit away in the Goldenrod rural area. All her Milktanks and Tauros grazing peaceful. And to think such a babe like her had come from that crap. Poor dumb farmgirl, with nothing in her head and a pair of great tits. Nobody ever took her seriously, only a quick fuck and nothing more, easy to manipulate. Yeah, right. She was a great trainer, she was a gym leader, she was on the verge of greatness. She was not afraid to get her hands dirty, to suck on some cocks. A free world was a world of opportunity, one where girls like her could shine. Sex could be fun. Sex should be fun. And so she was gonna win. Prove them all wrong.

Lyra grinned, on fours in the middle of Will's party, fighting hard not to cry. He was holding firmly on her waist, his cock deep into her asshole, pounding her tight hole with glee. He only ever fucked her ass, so that his special little trophy would remain a virgin, her hymen intact. All his guests were clapping, his waiters watching in indifference. Would she become one of them after all that? Just part of decoration? Another object? She shouldn't think such thoughts. She ran away from home to live her dream, to become a trainer, to be free…

To be free…

Everybody clapped, Will raised his arms, gloating in celebration. It hurt so bad, his dick was so painful… She had barely kissed before finding him, only Ethan, nothing more. But the money… She was in so much debt… From pokeballs, potions, medicine… He promised he would help her, he would finance her journey, and he did… And then the demands began… Lyra knew no way to escape from Will's grasp, his favorite new toy. So she stood there, moaning, trying to dissociate, trying to let him cum inside her asshole, his virgin little toy.

It was time.

The games were coming to Johto.

A new winner would be crowned.

***

Jasmine vs. Clair

***

Freezing rain slammed against her almost naked body, the blue silk robe barely covering her luscious curves, sticky and semitransparent, leaving little to the imagination. Unraveled, her blue hair danced with the wind. Her legs trembled, but she stood still.

– BLACKTHORN!

She opened her arms. The robe flowed along the storm, showing her belly, her sideboobs, a moment away from being taken completely. Thousands of her citizens were on the beach watching her, entranced by the vision of their gym leader barely naked, embracing the sea fury.

– WE'RE NOBLE! WE'RE TRADITION! WE'RE DRAGONS!

Behind her, they ascended from the ocean, legendary golden beasts, her cousin's draconic army. Her audience felt on their knees, in prayer and worship. She finally opened her robe, letting the winds take it away, just like Lance had ordered, her legs slightly ajar, her large breast proudly displayed. She was tall and noble, traditionally beautiful, a higher woman of blue blood. They all delighted at the sight of her naked body, knowing they would never be worthy enough to touch it, for they were mere men.

And she was dragonkin.

Clair of Blackthorn.

Her heart pounded, her mind racing, fighting against the freezing weather, trying not to move, to project strength. Somewhere, Lance was watching. She had to be strong, for him. For her beloved cousin.

– I shall travel away, and fight for our pride! To bring power to Blackthorn! To show them all why it's we who should rule!

A pair of Dragonites landed at her side. She smiled, sinking her bare feet on the sand, feeling the heat emanate from their burly bodies. They were purebreed, from Lance's personal team. With each hand she grabbed a big, scaly, draconic cock.

– WE'LL BRING DRACONIC SUBMISSION TO ALL! Not just Johto, but to the whole world! OUR ENEMIES WILL BURN!

Her voice was powerful, sure of it, incapable of doubt. She was following Lance's order, and Lance was perfect. Together, they were destined for greatness. No one would beat her, because she was born from the golden crib, she was trained by the best, she represented the true mythological power of Johto. She was perfect.

She would make Lance happy.

And then they would marry, and she would carry his children, exactly like it was supposed to happen. But first, she had to win it all for him. Easy.

…

Jasmine fought against the sex games that took place in Paldea for months. It was a horror show, women violated against their will, a show of force and prejudice, of extremely twisted neocolonialism, where all their powerful and brave female leaders were reduced to sex objects, slaves or worse. It was against all the love that Arceus preached. She was one of the few voices in the united Kanto-Johto that stood against that barbaric show of misogyny.

And now she was about to walk into Violet City's arena to partake in one of those same games.

She almost forgot how it was to feel proud, her world collapsed. Karen was cruel. Took her places she never could return from. She closed her eyes, trying not to think, trying to be blank and broken, it would so much easier. She watched Paldea, all of it, Karen made her. At some point, they all broke, they all started to like, stopped being human, just a shell. It would be so much easier if she could just break the same.

– Are you ready?

She locked eyes with the old sage who would guide her to the battlefield, an old elder of the sprout tower. Of course she was not. Slowly she stood up, wearing a soft and floaty white dress, barefoot, her long auburn hair stylized with two cute pigtails. Karen dressed her as she used to. If she went through that, it would all be over, she had promised. Jasmine didn't trust her, sure, but what other choice did she have? She couldn't just give up. It was worse when she disobeyed. She whispered a quick prayer to Arceus, to Lugia and Ho-oh. It was time.

Jasmine followed him.

They had set up a beautiful arena. She walked through a pretty flowery green garden, surrounded by giant stands, with room for thousands of spectators. Birds flew around in the sky, courtesy of Falkner and his father, big screens were set up to share every second of the action. She located her opponent immediately.

Clair smiled and waved, so much taller than her, atop high heels, wearing a very tight blue swimsuit, showing off her marvelous body. She almost glowed with authority, a sense of pride and superiority. Jasmine had always felt somewhat lackluster alongside her in the gym leaders reunions. She hated the idea of nobility, of your family making you more important, but Clair really carried her lineage with an untouchable air of "I'm better than you". It made Jasmine self conscious.

Four thrones were atop everything.

Lance, Bruno, Will, Karen. Jasmine didn't look at them, at most glanced at Clair, waving proud at her cousin, and kept her face down. She didn't want to see her torturer.

– WELCOME ALL! – Falkner's voice thundered in the entire arena, flying on a giant Fearrow – It's a pleasure to be able to start the festivities in Violet city! Johto is a land of traditions, so we celebrate the old alongside the new! We stand in the shadow of the Sprout tower, where our roots are strong, but we look towards a brighter future! LIKE PALDEA! LIKE THE ONE RED WILL BRING TO US ALL!

People clapped and cheered, hyped, frantic. Jasmine was shaking. That was not the Johto she loved.

– TODAY, BLACTHORNE'S CLAIR WILL FACE OLIVINE'S JASMINE! THEY WILL HONOR OUR LAND, AND ONLY ONE WILL MOVE TO THE FINALS! THE FIRST TO ORGASM, LOSES! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Karen whispered something in Lance's ear. He laughed. Will lowered himself forward, watching Jasmine intensely. Bruno cracked a shoulder, his expression unwavering.

Confused, Jasmine walked forward, going to Clair, not really knowing what to do. They had taken their pokemon away, so she was not sure what to do. They were doing things differently from Paldea. She got close to the dragon heiress, looking up to her face. Clair took her eyes from her cousin and examined her.

– So it's you I'll beat.

Jasmine shivered. Clair's voice was frigid, and there was some similar tone to how Karen spoke. She didn't respect her, always rich and powerful, destined to greatness since birth. And yet she was there. How could she be proud? How could she keep her chin raised, and her voice solid? Jasmine looked down, playing with the fabric on her dress. She should say something back, show some bravado, pretend she was ready.

But the last time she talked back, Karen took her to the kennels to spend the night as a bitch to her hounds. Her flesh took weeks to heal from the scars. Her mind never did.

– Pathetic. You never should have been accepted as a gym leader.

Jasmine fought for her place, battle after battle, countless days spent training. Clair was born with everything, getting the best dragons from her family. It was not fair. She raised her head, closing her fist, trying to stare at those frigid blue eyes. During the invasion, Clair was a defender of the games, time after time stating that they were barbarians, that they deserved to be treated like that. She was not a good person. All who stood alongside Red, like Karen, had some blame. She wanted to raise her hand, and slap her. To spit on her face. To scream in rage.

Jasmine slowly opened her mouth. Just one scared and repulsed word left her mouth, and then she collapsed on the floor. She was not sure what was happening, confused. She tried to get up, her hands were wrapped by roots or something. She tried again, and the same was true of her legs, long brow vines moving around her knees, going between her toes, stalking around her legs. She didn't even notice she began to scream, her own voice silenced by the erupting chant of the crowd. It was the beginning. They were about to honor the traditions of the Sprout Tower.

She saw the ground move. Long yellow bulb forms unborrowed from underground, a writhing mass of tentacle-like roots erupting from the grass around both of them. Jasmine glanced at Clair, just to make sure the same was happening. She was still standing, but the vines had locked her legs in place, slowly going up and around her thick thighs.

More and more faces emerged from the ground, bulbous and yellow, wriggling out of the ground, an army of Bellsprouts, the sacred pokemon of Violet city. The vines holding her legs pulled them apart, forcefully spreading her thin legs. Jasmine screamed again, disgusted. She tried to pull her hands free, but the roots were sturdy, three or four wrapping around her wrists, locking her sitting on the floor with her legs open. Drones flew around her, the screens showing her scared face to the whole world.

A vine slapped her on the back, another slid under her dress, a third started slowly wrapping her neck, choking her. The Bellsprouts got close, dozens and dozens of them, it was impossible to tell which ones were producing the vines, all turned into an amalgamation of grass and roots, with small focused eyes. She knew exactly what came next. Those were the last seconds of peace before she was about to be gangbang by a horde of monsters.

Clair was offended. She was expecting to send her dragons against Jasmine, watch them destroy her, like only one Dragonite dick could, and meanwhile fuck something worth of her, a great beast, maybe Jasmine's famous Ampharos. Not that stupid horde of creepers. She held back a resentful moan, looking up, grunting as she felt a vine enter between her legs, slowly exploring her hole. It had ripped her jumpsuit like it was nothing, vines still ripping more of it as the first root invaded her cunt.

Until that day, only the worthy had entered her. Clair bit harshly on her lip. Dragons and her cousin. Looking up, she saw Lance among the region leaders, looking at her, cheering for her. Since she was born she was his, when she was fifteen she promised she would do anything to make him proud, happy. Another root, one against each wall, pressing her pussy open. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The bottom part of her clothes were torn, her big round ass bare, her toned legs spreaded, vines pumping inside of her.

Clair glanced down at Jasmine. She sat on the ground, even more restrained than herself, her neck entrenched by the vines, movement below her white dress making it clear that her small pathetic tits were being toyed with. She mumbled something, not even proud enough to stay silent. She had nothing against the poor girl, but it was so obvious she was not even close to her league, thin blooded. She at least had a cute pussy, pink and shaved, vines pulling it open so that the cameras could show all of her insides, one already pressing against her clit, making her clearly wet. Clair scoffed.

Living grass kept climbing her body, going under her clothes, caressing her abs, reaching her breasts, wrapping around them and squeezing. It hurt a bit, her big tits were sensitive, but she was used to being treated roughly. Clair kept her head straight. She was better than all of that, great, gorgeous, noble. There was nothing they could do to make her lesser. One long hard stretchy tentacle entered between her large asscheeks, burrowing itself on her proud asshole. She didn't react. Immobile, not reacting with all her effort, using immeasurable effort to stay still as both her holes were probed deep.

Her clothes tattered, her body taken, none of it mattered. She was not embarrassed with exposing herself, she's been naked time and time again in Blackthorne's rituals. All she had to do was endure. Bellsprout's roots were pushing her jumpsuit from inside, and it was falling apart. It ripped enough that one of her breasts popped off, soon followed by its pair. The crowd erupted in applause. Of course they would, Clair couldn't help but smile, they were a phenomenal sight. Big, round, firm, even more pronounced surrounded by those vines. She touched her own hair, taking the ponytail off, letting her blue mane flow. She was gorgeous. Perfect. Dragon wife. Clair of Blackthorne. Her smile showed her perfect white teeth.

A Bellsprout jumped on her. It held on her left breast, and attached its giant lips to it. She left out a disgruntled moan, looking down in shock and disgusted. How could something so small suck so fiercely? It attached to her tit, and she felt it being pulled, viscous saliva covering it, her nipple getting hard as it's tongue caressed it. The Bellsprout small body held firmly on her breast, sucking it loudly, making the woman squirm, her legs trembled. Now the light fucking on her holes was starting to stagger her, losing control of her legs, feeling the smelly aphrodisiac oozes of the creature dripping all over her. Such a sweet, maddening scent…

She looked around. There were hundreds of Bellsprouts. A second one jumped to delight itself in her luscious body. And a third. A fourth. A tenth.

Jasmine legs were almost covered up, her arms immobilized from the elbows down, her neck pressed against the floor. She gurgled, eyes rolling, feeling the thick wrap of vines going down her throat, tears escaping from the sides of her eyes, drool flowing down her cheeks. All her muscles tensed, trying to move, squirming in ecstasy. Her thin legs were spread apart, and a big bulbous yellow head stood between them, sucking on her pussy. It was almost glued, strong suction cups surrounding her hole, some vines still creeping inside while she was getting used. She tried to scream, emitting only muffled sounds. She felt herself going crazy, almost seeing pink, spores making her body ache in lust. She was so wet, so horny, so desperate. Her petite nipples were the harder they'd ever been, one of them inside a Bellsprout mouth, the other going crazy as she fought to move. Tens of the creatures were around her body, sucking on her legs, her cunt, feet, one on her shoulder, another in her belly. Vines prodded every single hole, a couple even slithering deep into her asshole. It was too much.

And yet, it was not enough. It never could be.

She knew that if she cummed it was over, she lost. That everything would get even worse. Pleasure and despair. Her mind was running, fighting reality, she needed to keep going, keep going. Arceus would protect her. A quick prayer, while she was getting fucked. A vine slapped her breast, the free one, hard and oily. She felt her cunt quiver, sucked so hard that she was almost pissing herself, barely holding on. "Please, Arceus, protect me". Scary, overwhelming, wrong. Roots left her mouth, and Jasmine screamed, gasping for air, her face a beautiful drooly mess.

Not far from her, Clair fell on her knees, faltering, pulled down by her own weight, legs spread apart, creatures all over her body. Jasmine glared at her angry face, eyes glistening with too much pride to complain, just enduring it. There were glimpses and grunts of pleasure, distorting her expression, fighting against the abuse. The creatures were all over her body, sticking into her flesh, sucking strongly with their giant bulbous mouths, never stopping. Some were on her breasts, one was stuck between her fat asscheeks, eating her ass, all over her body the dragon heiress was being eaten.

She opened her mouth, and it was invaded by uncountable roots, deep into her throat, invading between her big white teeth, aghast. Jasmine knew the feeling, barely holding herself. Clair's body was monumental, but it barely mattered to the voracious swarm. They were both meat. Bellsprouts licked and sucked and fucked with no preference. So much saliva covered their bodies… Jasmine moaned, body burning, cunt quivering. She could see the same repulsed bliss on her opponent's face.

Something echoed, a loud deafening filling the arena. Jasmine saw Clair scream, but heard nothing but the gong. She felt her body free, the creatures plopping off, letting her go, burrowing underground again. She was dripping with mucus, a thick translucent saliva covering all of her petite body. Panting, her ears still ringing, she looked up. The blue haired woman was on her knees, holding the sides of her head, her body equally soaked, big red marks covering all of her white flesh.

She should see if she is okay.

No.

That was the past, the try to help everyone, the be the best girl she could be, Jasmine fought those instincts away. She had no freedom to be kind. She was a slave to Karen, so either she won, or she suffered. And she was done suffering.

She went to the still recovering Clair, trying to keep herself sure. She never fought for anything when it mattered. During Kanto invasion of Paldea, she protested, but not enough. When Karen first knocked on her door, she tried to play along, to be polite, and then it was too late. Enough. She kneeled in front of her, grabbing Clair's pussy, quickly sliding three fingers inside. So warm, so wet.

– What the fuck are you doing? – Clair glanced at her, voice shaking, still panting. It took all of Jasmine's willpower to not stop – Don't you dare touch me.

She seemed so offended, like she was okay with all those things sucking her body, but Jasmine was too much, too low. She almost apologized, holding back the words in the last seconds. She had to keep going. Jasmine rubbed her, pressing against her clit, feeling Clair tense with her fingering, their bodies so close together.

Jasmine gasped when those long fingers grabbed her neck.

– I know exactly what you are. Never did anything wrong. Is here against your will – Clair spat on her face – Oh, poor you. There are thousands of disposable sluts just like you. You don't deserve to be in this arena with me. Human trash.

Her nails bruised her neck, she couldn't barely breath, losing herself on those big blue eyes. Clair was right… She had sinned so much… Worthless… She tried her entire life, but she got away from the light, from Arceus… She deserved to be spat on. She deserved everything. Wasn't all Arceus will?

Clair laughed, and one hand quickly slapped her young petite face. Her flesh reddened so easily…

– You were never more than a slave, you know right? Some people are born to rule, some to obey. That's the world. You should feel lucky that Karen paid attention to a useless thing like you.

Lucky. Her hand froze inside her, in shock. Lucky that Karen chose her to destroy. That she invaded her home, raped her, time after time. Forced her to be a toy to her pack of Houndooms. Lucky that when she tried to ask for help from the league, Lance shrugged. And then Karen got even worse. Clair pulled on one of her small tits, stretching her pink nipple. Jasmine moaned. They were all the same. Clair, Karen, Lance, Red, fuck them all. They had all the power, they thought that horror was fun. It was a game to them.

Yeah, she was lucky. Lucky she had Arceus, lucky she wasn't like them, delighting in suffering. She was human. Clair was a monster.

– Fuck you. Fuck all of you.

The earth erupted below them.

Their angry caressing interrupted, bodies were taken skywards, tied together by a furious storm of vines, flesh against flesh. Clair's big breasts over Jasmine's petite tits, their nipples pressed against each other, their mouths fighting to not touch, their legs being spread apart by those thicker, slimier vines. Both simultaneously screamed in fear, and quickly stopped, just sensing each other, their bodies so close they were one.

The crowd never stopped shouting. They seemed to love Clair, her small beautiful name echoing in Jasmine's ears. Of course they did, she was hot, she was slutty, she was happy to be there. Jasmine never was loved. A boring party pooper.

Neither girl spoke, flying, elevated in the air, drones surrounding them.

– Do you really believe you're worthy of being here? – Clair barked.

Of course not. Nobody was. Not even Clair, not even Karen.

Clair screamed, throwing her head slightly back. Jasmine furrowed her brow in confusion for a couple seconds, and then it was her turn. Their assholes erupted in pleasure, invaded by giant green tentacles, pulsing fat vines that slammed inside them in rough impatience. Clair held Jasmine's waist, nails scratching her tender flesh, her face falling on her shoulder, moaning and cursing. Jasmine felt her own fingers tightening against her opponent's butt, pressing fiercely, fighting against the overwhelming pain. So big, so thick, so deep. Their bodies were not made to survive that. And then a second, even larger and slimier plant tentacle claimed their dripping pussies.

It was hard to breathe, to think, to feel anything but pleasure. Jasmine felt drunk, her vision blurry, her mind slow, her body burning from all those pheromones, both her holes getting ravaged deep and rough. Clair so close to her, drooling on her shoulder, moaning like a bitch in heat, all her poise breaking.

Those thick Victrebeel vines claimed their bodies, their minds, their dreams. Millions cheered as they got fucked. The entire word watched as they were destroyed. Jasmine looked at the Elite four, their pleasured smiles, their evil grins. Lance, who sent his own cousin to be abused. Karen, who enslaved and broke her, now giggling, caressing her own pussy. They were monsters.

– I'm… I can't hold… Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!

Clair's shout was of anger and despair, pulling her head back, arching her body, vines keeping her glued to Jasmine, tits against tits, both women covered in sweat and mucus, their mouths screaming close together, their holes gaping with painful pleasure.

– It's so deep… – Her sultry voice now had a frantic desperation to it, as if her pride was shattering, her body escaping her control – My womb… It'll destroy me… I'm perfect! PERFECT! I DESERVE TO WIN! ME!

Jasmine felt the same. Like she was apart to be ripped apart from the insides, taken by pain, crying, her ass fucked by an impossibly large mass of writhing vines, her tight pussy open and gaping, deeper than it should ever be, her body marked by red bruises, her face a mess of drool and washed off Clair's makeup.

But she didn't deserve to win. She was thrash, Clair was pure blood. Jasmine never wanted that, Clair lived for that moment. She was raped, Clair was willing. She took too long to start fighting, she was too weak to do anything.

Her pussy felt so good.

Jasmine laughed, and kissed Clair. Her breath was so fresh, cherry scented, like a proper woman should. She kissed her back, their tongues intertwining as their holes got ripped apart, as entertainment. Were they ever better than this? Kissing was so good. Getting fucked was so good. They moaned inside each other. They were each other. Clair was melting in her arms, they hugged closer, fiercer, their legs spread apart as much as they could, drones capturing every second, every angle. They were so different, but now they were the same.

Toys.

And so they kissed, and moaned, and caressed each other. Jasmine bit on Clair's delicious lips, muffing her own shrieks, feeling her legs spread apart shivering, fighting against her incoming orgasm. She could not surrender, her blanking mind holding on to her anger and resentment, while her body feasted on Clair. The dragon heiress was losing herself, moaning loudly, almost shouting, her gorgeous round butt spread apart so that the creature could pound her ass. A tentacle crept between both their mouths, and it was instinctively that Clair and Jasmine began to suck it together, their drool dripping, a waterfall of unwanted pleasure over their bruised, oily, naked, broken bodies.

Clair turned her face to look at Lance. He was so perfect. She could feel all of herself shattering, high in the skies, raised by vines that took every single inch of her holes, unable to moan coherently. Her white teeth glared as she laughed. Oh, she was never worthy of such a man. She tried her best, she did everything right, but she was just not good enough. Those vines… So good… So deep… So low… Like being fucked by the most disgusting thrash… Just like she deserved… Lance smiled at her. Lance liked to watch her little cousin getting plowed.

She was born to make Lance happy, and nothing more.

If she was not good enough to be his wife, she would be his happy little slut, his toy, his slave. So she smiled back. And cummed on those thick tentacles, squirting like crazy, rolling her eyes, letting herself erupt in madness.

Jasmine couldn't believe it when the vines pulled her apart from Clair, suddenly cold, lacking the warmth of her embrace, moaning as the tentacles slipped out of her holes. She closed her eyes, tears going down her cheeks, mouth slightly open, her whole body shivering. She was cumming, letting it all go, squirting, sobbing, breaking apart. She won. She had fucking won. Her ugly thin frail body was left on the soil, naked and abused, feeling worse and worse. All of the lust was leaving her, leaving only pain and regret. She wanted to stand up, to speak in protest to curse Karen, to curse Red, to be strong.

But she was not strong. She was a pathetic subservient little thing that never did anything right in her life, that never truly stood for herself. She was angry, sad, embarrassed. Jasmine watched as Clair was also brought down, to thunderous applause. Even in loss, it was still Clair's face that covered most of the screens. Of course it was.

– JASMINE WINS!

She had won. Laying on the ground, she laughed, closing her legs, her pussy aching in pain, her asshole burning. She didn't feel broken, or crazy, or driven mad by lust. She could hear Clair babbling, imploring for more cock, touching herself on the ground. Jasmine was not like that. She was still herself, sad, and confused, meek and useless, never able to stand for what she believed.

Where was her mental apotheosis? The moment everything changes? Where she was able to fight to rise oppression, or where she broke? Why was everything so the same? Jasmine sat up, wiping her face clean, looking at her own face plastered all over every screen. Over the entire world.

She hated her own face so much.

***

Lyra vs. Whitney

***

Ecruteak is an old and traditional city, home to all of our legends, traditions, beliefs. Here lies the tower that held the skies. Here our art is cultivated and celebrated. Here is where our second match will take place.

Morty smiled as he guided the small selected group to the insides of the Dance Theater, less than a hundred guests. Johto was a land of respect, tradition, where the elite could enjoy fine culture. He threw his scarf back, turning around as he began to open the massive doors that would lead to the main stage.

To the second match.

The spotlight center stage shone light on two young girls. Both were locked in place, arms and legs spread apart, thick ropes opening up their inviting bodies. One was shorter, with pink hair, pale milky skin, a giant and enthusiastic smile on her face. Whitney of Goldenrod was famous for her powerful Milktank and her massive enormous tits. She could barely move her limbs, but she gently waved with her head to the arriving crowd. Alongside her, was a newcomer, young and tender, sixteen years old, Lyra, Will's protegee. It was possible to see her bones beneath her thin body, small, almost nonexistent tits, big eyes that burned in fear and shock. Her hair was short and cute, stylized in two small ponytails that made her appear even younger.

– Please, sit down, the show is about to start.

He clapped, and the crowd moved to occupy the chairs close to the ancient wooden stage, close enough to see everything of the upcoming performance. There were five seats on the first row, and one was left vacant, as Lance skipped the show after Clair's loss on round 1, taking his cousin back to Blackthorn for punishment. Morty seated in the middle, surrounded by the Elite Four, Bruno, Karen, Will.

Whitney winked slyly to Bruno. Lyra did her best to ignore Will.

The rest of the audience paid a good amount of money to be there, to enjoy the show first hand. There were cameras from every angle, and everything was being broadcasted to big festival tents all around the city, a day of celebration. Morty trained dozens and dozens of new kimono girls in the last couple of months, the heralds of joy. They would serve men all around the city, just as Ho-Oh intended. The place of a woman was in silent obedience. Ecruteak was one of the few remaining places of good morals, tradition and respect. To have Karen, in her tight jeans and dominant demeanor alongside them made Morty a bit uncomfortable, but not everything could be perfect. She was the opposite of everything a woman should be. Submissive, subservient, part of the decoration.

But in Ecruteak, they were well behaved.

He stood up.

– This is the second round of Johto's sex championship. – He didn't shout, opening his arms, moving with elegance – Lyra against Whitney! Both are here, tied to tradition, trying to prove which one is the most apt to move forward. Tonight, they will have to endure a gauntlet of pleasure, to show they have what it takes to rule, to not surrender to their burning desires! The winner will be the one who takes the longest to orgasm!

Whitney smiled. Lyra closed her eyes, holding back tears. Morty clapped.

It was the beginning. Fucking finally. Whitney moved the most she could with the ropes all around her round body, anxious and ready. She waited for long to have the chance to shine, and she was prepared. She locked eyes with Bruno and he nodded at her. That morning he had fucked her hard, for hours, made her cum time after time, to help her last longer now. Not like she was going to need it. She was sure that Lyra was not really up to her standards.

Shy, she could barely look up. It was a sick fantasy putting her up to that, typical of Will. Did he even want to win, or just having fun with his underage pet? She couldn't care. Poor Lyra, sure, whatever. She had to keep her morals in check and focus on winning. On getting everything she deserved, just like she deserved. It was years of hard work becoming a trainer, getting a gym, seducing a good partner. Now it was just the next step. She was not ashamed. Hundreds stare at her giant tits drooling in desire. Sure, she didn't care. She was a slut, whatever. There was no shame in that. To be honest, she was even a bit proud.

Lyra was trying very hard not to cry, eyes closed, still hearing Will's voice echoing on her head. "Just this one last job, and it's done. No more debt, you can go back to your journey. Just like I promised you dear. Just win for me." He was rubbing her pink pussy while speaking, making her sit on his lap, naked, vulnerable. "What if I can't?"

He slapped her virgin, still never fucked, cunt. "Never say no to me. You're a protagonist Lyra, I know it. Look at you! So talented! So tender!" She was getting wet, his gloved fingers caressing her, making her squirm in unwanted lust. "You will win. I know it"

And at the time, she believed him.

But now she was so scared.

– Hey, kid – She could barely turn her neck to look at Whitney – It will be okay. Just lose quickly. It's not the end of the world. I'll make sure you'll be fine later. No shame. Enjoy, and finish, kay?

– I'll… I'll win… I have to win…

– Whatever Will have on you, I can fix it, yeah? Me and Bruno. You can't beat me. Be smart.

She opened her mouth to answer, and closed. She didn't know what to do. Lyra closed her eyes, almost crying. And then she heard the gong, the doors opening, the steps behind her. She couldn't turn to look, her neck tied in place. She looked at the cameras. Would her mom be watching? Her dad? She was so fucking stupid. She thought she was in control, that she could repay her debt, that she would be a successful trainer and change everything. She had so much hope.

She felt those four giant hands upon her teen body.

Whitney giggled. She wasn't expecting that. It was kept a mystery from her, but that was very different from the round she just watched. Better. She could care less about little stupid vines, she wanted to get manhandled, brutalized, how she loved those monstrous manly gray hands squeezing her breasts, painfully, while two others did the same to her round butt. She smiled at the cameras, slutty. What women had never before fantasized about being completely wrecked by a Machamp?

Lyra had never. Those two hands were big enough to close around her waist, a third one pulling back her hair, a fourth one lifting one of her thin legs. She felt something else, a fifth limb, slapping her back. She was pretty sure what it was, but she didn't want to think about it. She looked at Will, gulping, begging with her eyes. Why? Why would he do that to her? And how could she obey?

Just because he was kind to her once, helped when she needed to most, seemed to care. To be the first one that cared. And now he grinned sadistically when she was about to be deflowered by that abomination. She wanted to scream. She wanted to die.

– C'mon big guy – She was broken out of her trance by Whitney sultry voice, rubbing her back against the pokemon – Fuck me hard. You want to. Go rough, I like it.

Whitney's Machamp slammed first. She gasped enthusiastically, "yes! yes! YES!", while feeling her drenched hole opening up, stretched apart to fit such a monstrous cock. She loved it. She giggled and moaned, feeling that massive dick slamming through her entire pussy, hitting her cervix, hurting so good. Two hands on her ass, one on a massive tit, a fourth choking her. She felt the pounding destroy her, and she loved it. Her beautiful white teeth glared as she smiled, moaning lustfully. She was ready for it. She enjoyed each second as the Machamp pounded her cunt, delicious, insane, perfect.

She always liked it big. If a cock didn't feel her fully, it wasn't worth it. That was why she loved Bruno, why she loved to be shared among him and his Machamps. Since she saw her first cock, she wanted the large ones, that seemed to rearrange her insides. Yes, she was greedy, ambitious, and she was proud of it. There was nothing wrong with being a bit of a slut. Of enjoying getting fucked. Getting pounded to oblivion.

Whitney locked eyes with Bruno, always easily finding him among the crowd. It was a somewhat small audience, even with her image being broadcasted to the entirety of Johto. He smiled, and nodded. Bruno trusted her, they were together in that game. Always together. Forever together. She also smiled. She was ready to take cock for hours before cumming. He trained her very well.

And then she heard the soul crushing scream on her side.

Lyra's legs were pulled apart and back, so that the pokémon could fuck her. She struggled, but there was nothing she could do, all tied up, no way to run. Blood dripped in a steady flow down her leg, the creature struggling to fit a third of his veiny cock inside her. He was still pushing. The teen's eyes were wide open while she shouted in uncontrollable pain.

Not just the pain, shame and despair, humiliation and regret. Blood poured down from her broken hymen, her virgin pussy getting invaded by a giant monstrous cock. It was too much. Tears went down her face, her mind blanking, her heart pounding. She wanted to die. To never be born. All she could feel was the unwanted dick deflowering her, destroying her. She thought she was ready.

She thought she was going to be a great trainer.

That Will would help her.

That she was stronger than that.

Half of it was inside her, and it was too much. All she could do was sob in pain. She looked at Will in the crowd. He was smiling, the vision distorted by the tears. He wanted so badly to see her like that, to watch gleefully as she suffered. Did he ever trust her? Did he believe she could do it? Or… Or…

She screamed, closing her eyes. It was too much. It hurt.

– STOP! STOP! I GIVE UP! I Don't… I don't want… Please… Please…

Ugly tears went down her face while the giant Machamp squeezed her entire body, groping her small tits, ravaging her. She was too small, too weak, too thin, too thigh. It hurt way more than Will playing with her ass. She was losing herself, her vision going black, she… she… she…

Lyra looked at Whitney, grinding herself against the creature, so sure of herself, so beautiful and unashamed. Her tits were so big, and she was smiling. How could she like that? Enjoy such torture? She would never be so strong. She… She…

Lyra screamed, a moan half pain half unwanted pleasure, so quickly broken by that giant cock. She was a mess of blood and cum and tears. Her vision blacked out, she lost all control. Will had told she was a protagonist. Promised to grandness.

She was never more than a toy.

And so she screamed. And cummed. It barely lasted a minute.

Whitney was just getting heated up, grinding her back against the Machamp muscular pecs, feeling his manly hands enjoying her curvy body, when she heard Morty scream.

– Lyra… Lyra is out! Whitney is the winner!

– WHAT?

The Machamp that was fucking her so good suddenly disappeared. People get up to clap. Bruno looked at her in confusion. Will barely moved from his chair, a hand inside his pants, watching his passed out teen still getting fucked.

She looked at Lyra. She felt bad, it was like she never had a chance. Whitney wanted a fight, to prove herself, to have fun. To defeat a good trainer, not a stupid blackmailed underage teen. It felt wrong, dirty. There was nothing wrong with sex, with feeling good, enjoying herself. There was something very wrong with what just happened there.

Will and Morty whispered to one another.

– WHITNEY WON! SHE'S GOING TO THE FINALS AGAINST JASMINE!

She felt Bruno arms against her, being pulled away, dragged after mere minutes on stage.

– What the fuck, Bruno?

– Let`s go. You won.

– And Lyra?

– She'll be punished.

– Can`t we help?

– No. I think Will wanted this. Let`s go.

Whitney felt sorry for the girl, truly. But she wouldn't be dumb enough to try something stupid and sacrifice her win. She let Bruno's gentle arms lead her away, home. She could feel the bulge in his pants against her naked body as he started to untie her backstage.

– Can you fuck me on the way home?

He smiled. Of course he could.

…

Lyra opened her eyes. Was it a dream? A horrible nightmare?

Will face slowly got into focus. And then the pain. The unbelievable flaring anguish that she felt between her legs.

– I thought you were different. That you would be like Nemona. A winner, a young prodigy. Someone I could be proud of. – He slapped her face – But of course not. You are just a useless slut – He was smiling. Why was he smiling? – You don't deserve shit now. You ruined the games, you dumb little slut. Can't hold your fucking orgasm for a couple minutes? – He slapped her again, stronger. She was awake now. She could see the cameras, and the crowd, and the stage. It was all real. She had lost. It was all for nothing.

– I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm…

– Shut the fuck up – She put all his fingers inside her mouth, muffing her, making hard to breath – You are no longer special. Not even a virgin. Used, disgraced, disgusting. You'll never be a trainer. Do you know what you'll be now? Entertainment. People need to enjoy this event.

She felt a slap in her butt. And then fat dick slamming into her still bloodied cunt. She started to moan, unable to speak with those fingers in her throat, feeling the warm pumping of a human dick in her cunt.

– There's hundreds here, and every one of them will fill your holes with cum, do you understand?

– Pwease… No… Will…

He pulled his hand back, and slapped her face. She screamed, sobbing. He was so hard, his heart pumping, he waited for months for that moment, preparing her to break here. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling that destroyed teen face very close to his.

– You are nothing but a toy now. Useless. Your family won't ever want to look at you again. I barely want to. You no longer deserve my dick. So you will be a good fucking whore and let everyone here play with you until they're bored, and after that you'll crawl back to me. And then, if I feel generous, I'll let you come back to my mansion. To live as a toy until you're old and useless.

– Please Will…

– Somebody fuck her mouth! I'm tired of hearing this shit!

He walked away, smiling, almost cumming inside his pants as another watcher grabbed Lyra by the hair and began to facefuck her, the ropes around her body locking her against the ceiling, allowing her to be spitroasted by those old, fat men. She would be gangraped for hours, after being a dumb virgin a couple of minutes ago. It was so perfectly twisted. Will lived for those moments.

He sat down on his chair, alongside Karen. Bruno had already left.

– You are a sick fuck – She laughed – Cheers.

He raised her glass, and toasted her, enjoying a sweet liquor while admiring the view. Lyra was perfect, a flower of beauty and innocence, and to see her being passed from hand to hand, cock to cock, was all he wanted. She would be nothing more than a cumdump after that evening, the perfect age for breaking.

– Can't believe you would lose on purpose.

He shrugged.

– Maybe she could do it. I took a gamble. This is fun enough to me – He pointed to the gangbang in front of them – I want no fucking power, just to enjoy myself. To have fun with the best of the best, tender young meat. I'll leave the politics for you, Karen.

– You know, I'm getting really wet right now. Quite a show.

– Well, that's your problem. I won't touch you. Way too old for me.

They laughed, and toasted again.

…

Lyra was on the ground, barely breathing, barely thinking. Her legs spreaded of the floor, cum flowed out of her pussy, never stopping pouring out. She stopped counting on the twentieth cock. It hurt, all of her hurt, her flesh red, her holes raped time after time, until she barely cared anymore. She was a failure, anyway. How could she ever believe she was going to be a famous pokemon trainer? That she had a future?

She was… She was…

There were no more cameras, no more audience. They grew tired of her. How many hours had passed? Would Will return for her? Did she even deserve him? He was… He was good for her. He tried to help.

Help a young dumb thing like her.

– Look at her.

It was him, his master, his owner, coming back for her. She struggled to open her eyes.

– Do you want to end up like her?

– No, sir.

– Do you really believe you can be a good trainer? That you have what it takes?

– Yes, sir, please. I have no money. I… I need to be the very best. To get the remaining badges. I will never give up. Help me.

– Then pull down your shorts, Kris.

Lyra could barely moan, covered in cum on the floor. She watched as that cute girl with big blue ponytails obeyed, and wiggled her butt back. She watched as Will slowly pushed his cock into her ass, and looked at her eyes. So bright, so filled with energy. She barely moaned, taking it in stride, trying to show strength while he started fucking her little ass.

Will grabbed a breast, his arm crawling inside her red shirt, whispering at her ear, but loud enough so that Lyra could also hear.

– I have high hopes for you, Kris. You are one of the brightest trainers I've ever seen. But you'll have to make sacrifices…

Lyra had once heard those same words. Believed in them. She loved Will. And now… Now she was fucking another… Younger… Cuter… Still not filled to the brim with cum…

– I'll… I'll be good, sir.

– Look at that whore on the floor. She lied to me. She was not a good girl. She failed, she told me she was a decent trainer, and she lost time after time. So she was punished. Will you be an obedient little girl, Kris?

– Yes… Of course… I'll win… – She was beginning to moan, holding back tears. Lyra looked at her, and remembered the first time she let Will claim her ass. It hurt so bad. But she barely reacted, holding together because it was the only choice she had for a future. A future. She laughed, spread on the floor, her whole body aching. Maybe a hundred man had just fucked her, that was her future, and it was more than she deserved. She fought against her exhausted body to raise to her knees.

Lyra didn't care about the torture, about gangbang, about her fucking future. She lost, she was useless, she didn't deserve better, and she knew that now. But her heart hurt, pounding in pain.

– Will… Master… Please… – She begged, crawling nearer to where he was fucking the new girl – I love you… Please! Please accept me back! Please fuck me!

He smiled, strangling Kris neck, making her look at the deranged cum-covering teen begging on the floor.

– I have high hopes for you. Your ass is so good, so tight. I want you to succeed, okay? I don't want you to end up like that.

– I won't. I have self respect.

– Please master… Cum inside me…

He grunted, pressing Kris body against his, and filled her asshole with semen, so fast, barely able to hold back. It was fine, he always orgasmed quickly with new girls. He caressed his new protegee ass, whispering reassuring amenities on her ear. See how it wasn't so bad? Quick, painless? It was such a small price to pay for a chance at success.

Kris looked with disgust at the girl on the floor. She would never fall so low, never let herself become a cock addicted whore. She knew what she was doing. She needed the help, the money. It was a new world, ruled by sex, and she was not stupid nor innocent. She would be smart about it.

Lyra was once like that. The big future star of Johto.

And now she was conquered. Will let go of her new toy ass, and kneeled in front of the old, cleaning the tears from her face. She could see something different in her eyes, broken, defeated, captured. She was his.

– I'll take you home, okay? I'll clean you up. And you'll do every fucking thing I tell you, understood? You're mine.

She nodded.

None of those bitches were a true trainer, not like Will. You break down your target, you push them to their limits, you watch them lose. And then you throw the pokeball, and make them yours. The younger the better, they're easier to trust. Capturing pokemon had long got boring, but he would never tire of capturing young beautiful trainers.

Will had lost. Will had won. Will always wins.

…

Whitney laid on Bruno's chest, covered in sweat, panting. They fucked for hours. She still felt wrong. Robbed of a match. She would've like to face Clair, someone who wanted to be there, who consented, who enjoyed the fucking. Not… Not that.

– There's nothing we can do?

– No – Bruno was always short on words.

– Will is such a creep. Can't believe he threw. I hope we can take Lyra out of his hands soon. He's been doing this grooming shit for years. It's fucking sickening.

– Yeah, sure, nothing we can do.

She sighed.

Whitney loved Bruno, but underneath all the muscle he was a loyal puppy to Red. She had nothing against putting some dirty foreigner in their places, but preying on Kantonese blood was too much for her. Those girls deserved better.

They would have better.

She would win. And she would rule. Dumb bimbo farmgirl, the best trainer, the best fucked, unbroken and in control. She liked the sound of that. Whitney kissed Bruno, feeling his cock already getting hard again on her hand. It was time for celebration. And then, for victory.

***

Finals

***

Goldenroad was the biggest city in all of Johto, home to one of the greatest stadiums in the world, and no seat was empty. Fervor had taken over the region, no expense was spared, people traveled from all over the world to partake in the celebration of the new age. Kanto flag waved proudly against the blue sky, together with Whitney's and Jasmine's pictures.

People were ecstatic. After years of fading spotlight, Kanto-Johto was, again, on top of the world, offering their rewards. The trainer reward program was finally being debuted, with paldean girls positioned all over the entrance. Paldea's own champion, the recently crowned Nemona, was present for the finals, and gladly announced on broadcast that those were war criminals, now put to service the greater good. Rocket grunts walked around, on the lookout, managing the lines.

Trainers lined up. From three badges and up, you could already try some foreign pussy. Team Star's terrorist, disgraced Uva's students, from all ages. People took pictures while happy men filled them with cum, celebrating. Kanto deserved more! Every trainer cheered for Red's new age. A young red haired schoolgirl was the biggest favorite, locked on a public pillory, still wearing the purple uniform, moaning loudly as a fat hiker enjoyed her pussy. Cum was leaking down her legs.

Most of them had no names anymore. Just meat now.

But a few still had.

For the elite seven badges crowd, Geeta was kept atop a glass prison. Everyone could see her, naked and exposed, blank face. Some of the few trainers that achieve such prestige could show his badges, and proceed to use her. A crowd was forming around her humiliation, watching as one men pressed her against the glass, fucking the once proud champion. He raised one of her brown legs, sucking harshly at her neck, slamming his dick deep into her pussy. There was no sign of struggle left in her face, already far broken down and defeated. People cheered and shouted. That was the destiny of everyone that stood against their Champion!

Their god.

The people loved Red.

The people there, his rapid fanbase. There were a few protesting, but they barely matter. Jasmine was the leader of the opposition, and now she was about to get filled with pokemon cum on the finals. They had no strength to oppose the new age.

Inside, the seats were already filled. People from all over the world, mostly men, obviously, but a few women as well. Whitney was the heavy favorite, the local darling; hot, slutty, proud. People entered the stands with cow patterns on their clothes, displaying support for their Goldenrod icon.

The special champion booth was already filled. All of Johto's Elite Four was there: Bruno, silent waiting, unmoving since sitting in his chair; Karen, looking angry, not really opening herself to conversation, glaring daggers at Red from time to time; Lance, looking regal as always and Will, with Lyra, his broken lapdog, kneeling naked on the floor on his side. Red was also there, standing, smiling to an unending ovation from his fans. Alongside him, Nemona was his symbol of success, his ruler of Paldea, embracing the new order. Barely clothed, in a skimpy purple bikini, she awaited excited for a winner, someone to join her in the hall of champions.

– Johto! – Red voice was loud and powerful, echoing from the entire arena – I'm so glad to see all of you here! Welcome to our grand finals!

It was impossible to hear anything under the thunderous celebration.

– Today, our trainers begin being rewarded! All over Kanto and Johto, we're putting ways for our esteemed trainers to relieve themselves, to have a bit of fun. The journey can be hard, and here we believe that merit shall be rewarded! No more working weeks upon weeks on the routes to feel abandoned by our government! You're all children of Kanto, and you deserve better! Strength shall be rewarded!

He smiled, so proud of himself.

– Today, two women shall fight to be at my side. To rule the world. They want success, they want power, and they will prove they deserve it. Like Nemona did!

She waved, accepting the cue, and walked to the side of Red.

– I fought in Paldea. I beat every challenge in my way. And now I understand that we are better alongside Kanto-Johto! We are stronger! I always loved battling, and now it truly matters. Now, the true trainers shall rule, the ones who control their team and their bodies. And that's what I want to see today. Who has the better team. Who has the best control. Who takes the longest to break! Please, welcome our finalists!

They entered the arena. Whitney from one side, Jasmine from the other. Their faces occupied all the screens, and the champions retreated, leaving the spotlight. Whitney wore her white shirt, a pink mini skirt, smiling confidently. Jasmine was in her same old dress, her legs trembling, her heart pumping, mumbling prayer to Arceus All-Mighy.

Jasmine was scared. Red took her from Karen a couple nights ago, and left her in a hotel, waiting for the games. He gave back her pokemons. He told her she was still free, she was a trainer, not a slave. That if she won, she would have a voice. She could change things. That she would be above Karen. She found that hard to believe, but what choice did she have? What could she do? She somehow beat Clair, the blue-blooded dragon princess, and was still there. About to get fucked again. About to sin. Would that change anything? Would Arceus guide her toward the right thing to do? Could she truly save the world?

Whitney was ready. She threw a pokeball up and down. She smiled at the cameras. All her life, it guided her towards that crucial moment. All or nothing. Her heart was racing, delicious adrenaline. She always loved the tense feeling of anxiety before a battle. Pokemon or sexual, it was all the same. A win there would put her and Bruno on top. And when they held power, they could do whatever. Make things better. Fuck Will over. She looked at him, petting that poor teen's hair. Whitney would take her out of his hands.

She glanced at Jasmine. Whitney knew she would be dumb, she would be against the Paldean slaves. Fuck Paldea, third world piece of shit. Whitney was not stupid. She would fight the right fights. And she would win them all.

Starting now.

The bell rang.

Whitney smiled, twirled around, and threw her pokeball. Jasmine took a step back, closed her eyes, softly mumbled a "please", and did the same.

Since it was the finals, it made sense to Red that they needed to prove not just themselves, but how well trained their team was. Taking a page from the Paldea tournament, each girl had to bring one of their own creatures.

In front of Whitney, a tall bright Ampharos took form, its small eyes looking intently at his opponent. She was expecting that. Amphy was Jasmine's favorite pokemon, and it only made sense for her to rely on him at that crucial time. She was ready. In front of Jasmine, and making her squeal and stumble backward, a big burly four legged thing spawned, sniffing furiously, turning its face to the girl. A Tauros was not a gentle thing. The beast charged.

Jasmine wasn't fast enough to get out of the way, no human was. The Tauros slammed its horned face on her, throwing the little thing into the floor. It hurt, but it didn't break anything. It wasn't going for the kill, but only asserting dominance. Before Jasmine could think, it lowered its body to begin rubbing its massive bull cock against her barely covered body.

And oh was it massive. Its tip approached her face, the length rubbing against her body, pushing her dress, its brown point poking her chin, while she dodged her face. The smell was stingy, pungent, musky, overwhelming her nose. She felt dirty, sinful. Jasmine could not see almost anything now, covered by the bovine beast, its imposing body blocking the sun, the arena, the sky. Of course everyone could still enjoy her despair, the drones orbited very low to the ground, streaming everything happening under those four hairy legs.

She closed her eyes, and prayed. How could such a thing fit inside her? It started to press against her lips, the bull getting antsy, one leg grazing the ground as if it was about to stampede. A musky viscous liquid dripped from his cock, entering her mouth, getting mixed with her mantras. She didn't let despair win. She survived the first round, she survived weeks of torture on Karen's hand. She survived her pack of dogs. This was just a bit bigger. Just one more trial. She could do it, endure like she always did. A small spurt of semen shot on her face, just a line. That thing was filled to the brim with aphrodisiacs, enough pent up frustation to rape anything in sight, leaking with cum, its engorged testicles swinging below it body.

It would not wait anymore to relieve itself.

Just a few feet from there, Whitney had approached the Ampharos, smiling. She cozied up to it, pressing her body against its yellow round form, and grabbing its cock. It was bigger than she expected, pointy and yellowish, good ten inches long, with a fat knotted base. It would feel marvelous inside. She stroked it, feeling it harden in her hand, pressing her breasts against it body, sticking up her ass for the crowd. No panties, obviously. She was already dripping from her pink shaven pussy, her plump ass showing from below the skirt. It was good to be wet, excited, horny; it would make it less painful. That juicy cock would slide inside her nice and easy, she was sure of it. She almost purred, whispering nonsense seductively, kissing its body.

A jolt of electricity surged through Whitney's body. She giggled, her short leg hair pointing up, tensing. Oh, she was ready. She went down on her knees, handling that cock with experience, like the slut she was, stroking it slowly, feeling it engorge on her hands. She sideyed Jasmine, struggling underneath her Tauros, and smiled. She was sorry for her, sure, but it was time to win. To become a champion. There was no time for consciousness. After winning she would do what she could to help that poor thing. But now, she would break her. She kissed that knotted cock, smiled, and started sucking on it. Whitney liked it rough, she put all her being into that blowjob, deep and sloppy, hitting the back of her throat and pushing further, her eyes watering, deepthroating with gusto, gagging on that juicy cock and shivering with all the shockwaves dispersing inside her mouth. Bubbling spit dripped from her chin, eyes swirling. Oh, she must look so hot now for the cameras. One hand went down, she pulled her skirt up, just enough so she could rub herself, playing with her pink wet pussy, spreading her thick legs. She moaned, mumbling, enjoying every second.

Ampharos also was ecstatic, taken by the pleasure, but the shock wavered off, and it let its instinct take over. His soft paws grabbed Whitney's pink hair, pulling her to his cock, locking her in place. The girl gagged, barely breathing, feeling those musky balls rubbing against her chin, dick already pushing deep down her neck. So thick, it hurt so good. She loves cock so much.

Bruno was watching carefully, tensed up. Red and Nemona chit chatted, enjoying each other's company. Karen leered down, torn between anger and amusement, glaring at Jasmine. She was her pet. If she won, it was she that should be rewarded, but Red fucking flipped the game. Everything had changed.

It took little time for things to move to the next obvious step.

Jasmine felt that thing handling her like nothing, flipping her body easily with one leg, and then slapping that monster cock on her bony ass. If she tried to flee it only make it worse, the creature pursuing and fucking her even harder. She just submitted, mumbling prayers, glaring at the Elite Four podium, and then at the crowds. Everyone was guilty. The population approved of Red, of the rapes and the games. The entirety of Johto was rotten to its core, shattered by evil lust that overwrote any kind of decency. How could people be like that? Her cunt was torn by a massive bull cock.

Her scream was soul shattering. It was not good or pleasurable, infernal pain. Her body was small, thin, frail and that thing was way too big. Tauros pushed with inhuman strength to force himself inside her. Jasmine was even a bit wet, her body influenced by the aphrodisiacs they were given, acting against her will, but it was barely enough. She didn't stop screaming while it entered her, tearing her pussy, hurting so bad, forcing her entire body against the floor. Tears flowed from her face, waterfall of pain.

Pain, sorrow, despair, rage. Fuck this barbarian world. Where 's Arceus? How could he allow sin of such magnitude? How could evil prevail? Oh, she hated the world.

Oh, she moaned so pained at the maddening pounding. The bull towered above her, plunging down on her pussy, its feet scraping the floor, going up and down and pulling her entire body with the movement. It was already stuck deep inside her, dragging her useless body through the floor by the cunt as it slowly moved. Jasmine's dress dislodged, barely covering anything, the straps falling off, her small breast showing through, pink nipples pressed on the floor. She barely had curves, a small butt, opened and disappeared because of the cock inside her, barely no tits nor hips.

It was awful. Torture. She felt exposed, hurt, degraded and humiliated. But she wasn't breaking any time soon, she was sure of it. She had Arceus, she had faith, and she didn't feel a smudgeon of pleasure. In Paldea, she saw them all break, but it wasn't happening to her. It wasn't willpower, she wasn't better than anything. Her body just refuses to ease things. Oh how she wished she could just break, become a husk, stop feeling those things, stop thinking. To lose herself on pokemon cock, a numb and mindless slut. She wished for that in the last match, and she wished for it again.

Because what happens if she wins? If she becomes slaver instead of slave? How could she live then?

Whitney was front and center in almost every screen. Her giant smile, her bouncing tits, her white toned skin. She bounced on Ampharos dick, legs around its body, the creature paws on her butt, moving her up and down, her entire body jiggling. It felt amazing. The dick was thick, it filled her entirely, it hit every single spot at the same time, delicious. She kept her mind on the prize, sure, but she was enjoying the experience. So many people are watching her… Sure, there were videos of her fucking that leaked to the web, a dozen of nudes, and she and Bruno had fucked in public tons of time… But that was different, the epitome of exhibitionism, getting railed live for millions to see, filling an entire audience. She felt powerful, in the spotlight. Just like she won to be a gym leader.

She was born for that. To win. To guide. To be seen. And she wanted to make a better world, free and somewhat fair. Sex positive. She needed to win for herself, and for every single girl out there. She needed to win for Jasmine, because that prude would never be able to make things a bit better, to work inside the system. Her mind was blowing up, infinite spiraling thoughts that collapsed every time the yellow dick pounded down her cervix. She raised and she was pulled back, up and down, moaning lustfully as the fucking kept going. Sex was everything. Sex was power.

Whitney was powerful. Smart, sexy, confident. She looked at Jasmine, crying under her Tauros cock. Poor thing.

Jasmine. Lyra. They were victims. She would try to make things better for them. But Whitney was not a victim. Whitney was a champion. She locked eyes with Bruno, tender, silent Bruno. They would rule together. They would help Red, and everything would be fine. Whitney smiled, fixed her breathing, relaxed her pelvic muscles, and held back the will to cum. No. Not yes. Not so soon. She would held.

They held it for ages.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Whitney was dropped on the floor, fucked missionary, her body surging with electricity, the creature pounding down her plumb cunt. Jasmine was dragged on the floor, moaning and crying, her almost anorexic body bruised as she was pulled by the cock firmly stuck inside her now not so tight pussy.

Half an hour passed.

The entire world received images of the girls' messed faces, every droplet of pain or pleasure streamed in full 4k. Whiney's smile, while on all fours, tongue rolling out, milk dripping from her big round tits, a droplet at a time. She always leaked when she was extremely horny, and now the whole world knew. Jasmine's pained expression, closed eyes, mumbling in disgruntled pleasure, holding back as the Tauros kept slamming on her. It had already cummed, a puddle of cum under her, flowing from her pussy, but it didn't make him any less hard.

Jasmine felt no pleasure, Whitney felt way too much, but she was used.

An hour passed.

Somehow, they were moved together. It was hard to keep perfect track as they were moved around, thoughts blurring, all their willpower focused on holding, on letting themselves cum. But they were brought together, Whitney laying face up on the ground, and she felt Jasmine's face against her chest. She was wet, crying and sweating, pressed against Whitney's also moist body. She touched her hair, soft and straight, feeling it against her fingers.

– Jas… You should give up.

She laughed.

– No… Fuck, it hurts… Whitney… I won't ever cum. EVER! Fuck… I'm breaking apart… Amphy…

She looked at her friend, their eyes met. Jasmine was crying.

– Amphy, finish this, please… I'm so sorry… This will never happen again. I love you and…

Jasmine was interrupted when the Ampharos pulled his dick from Whitney's cunt and slammed it inside his own trainer mouth. She froze. It was her friend, her companion, her sweet Amphy. And his cock was now deep inside her mouth, leaking pre-cum, a mindless thing caring only about sex. Weren't they all? Widespread corruption, every man a sinner, every pokemon a monster. Every woman a victim, even Whitney. But Whitney disagree, she was the only non-victim. She was ready. She, already holding Jasmine hair, pulled her deeper into that cock, forcing her to deepthroat Ampharos, feeling the warmth of her body against her. Jasmine was not her kind of woman, thin and meatless, but it did not matter. It was hot to watch her spit roasted between two cocks, sandwiched, a Tauros on her pussy and her favorite mom on her mouth. Yeah, wrong, but she didn't think about it. Later. Now, only victory. Only make her cum.

– Cum, Jasmine. Give it up. Let it end. I'll last forever. It 's better with…

Ampharos cummed.

The explosion filled Jasmine's mouth, thick viscous cum, drooling out all over Whitney. Both girls screamed, their bodies together overwhelmed by his electric current, a full fledged thunderwave exploding with cum, load after load after load. Every thought melted, all fears turned to pain, and they became one as they forgot everything but their inflamed skin, melting into each other. Jasmine's mouth left Amphy's cock, found Whitney's tit, mindlessly sucking on it, cum mixing with milk, white cocktail dripping down her chin.

They were a spectacle. People touched themselves watching, most had already cummed. It was expected, nobody was uncomfortable. To watch Johto's great gym leaders fucking live was a dream for the new age. Most Paldean slaves in the booths found a quick moment of reprieve, as everyone's attention was turned to the games, to the great finals that would decide Johto's new champion. What would life be under Whitney's? And under Jasmine's? How would the loser be punished? Questions whispered through the crowd.

– Your slut is good – Karen whispered Bruno – She has control.

– Yes.

– But she'll lose. Jasmine is unbreakable, I tried. She'll win, and we all be fucked. Me, your bimbo girl. Red pulled the fucking carpet under me. We need to do something, Bruno. We need to wait and turn the tables. When Red gets away, to conquer, we act. We get rid of Jasmine, find a loophole. She 's dangerous. She'll not let us keep power.

– Whitney will win.

– Bruno, please think. I trained Jasmine to perfection. This is my victory, I'm the fucking alpha of this region and it will all go to shit. Do you understand?

He didn't answer. He crossed the arms, and glared at Whitney. His love. She would win, right? She had too. Otherwise…

Ampharos and Tauros had no stamina left, spent out, leaving the two girls panting, shocked and stunned, covered in cum. It was hard to think, to see, their visions blurred, their bodies sensible to the extreme. Whitney moaned, kissing Jasmine, pulling her closer, kissing her thin lips, her plump delicious body all over that twig of a girl. Such a sweet distraction from all that dicking, to feel a soft body, to caress such a red pussy. But to Jasmine, it was hell. It was sin. To lock lips with a woman was not allowed by Arceus, unnatural. Man and Woman, just like the Maker intended. Not woman and woman, not woman and creature. Whitney was a sinner just like Karen.

They were all wrong in the face of Arceus. Even her.

She found some strength, rising up atop her shaking legs. She grabbed Whitney by the hair, pulling her to her waist.

– It's not your fault, Whitney, but you are a sinner. We all are! But this needs to change. ARCEUS IS WITH ME.

Her ordeals were almost over. She pressed her opponent's face between her bony legs, feeling her catatonic mouth against her pussy, soft licking, gentle kisses, locking her in place. Whitney mumbled something. Jasmine looked at her exhausted Ampharos, sitting, its cock half soft dripping cum. Arceus would not let their ordeal end in that way. She looked up the screens, displaying her naked sweaty sticky body. It was hard not to disassociate, to forget it all.

– Give up… – Whitney mumbled, regaining focus, munching on her pussy, slowly sliding a finger inside her cunt – I can go for hours… Let me make you cum…

She was right. Jasmine knew it.

Whitney had come to win. Jasmine had come because she had to. There was going to be no end to it. Days and days of sex and pain and sin.

But Jasmine believed in miracles. She prayed, and looked at her Ampharos, and held Whitney in place, and the change happened.

The creature grew. White clouds of static formed around its body. It got leaner, taller, red orbs appearing on its newly formed tail. It got up, sparkling. Its cock grew in length and thickness, vibrating with electricity, she could see arcs of lighting from the tip to the balls. Jasmine laughed, incredulous. It had mega evolved! But how? She wasn't wearing her stone… How? It made no sense. It was impossible. I was a miracle. Arceus was helping her.

Whitney saw nothing when the creature walked behind her, thunder striking the arena, but she could smell something going on. Before she could try and struggle free from Jasmine, Ampharos grabbed her hips, paws cackling with energy, making Whitney soft flesh burn, and roughly forced its engorged cock inside her asshole. Whitney tried to scream, but she was locked in place. Jasmine muffed her with her own pussy, and the shockwaves going through her body paralyzed her. She could do nothing, only endure the arduous pounding on her asshole. Kneeling on the floor her entire body trembled, shaking, milk dripping from her fat tits. Where was her Tauros? Where was Bruno? Why couldn't she move? And it felt so good, so deep, rearranging her insides, energy flowing through her body and scrambled her brain. Whitney was screaming, her mind frying, sniffing that deep musky scent from Jasmine's pussy, pounded by lighting itself. The Mega Ampharos kept going, faster than ever before, and Whitney could barely hold.

Jasmine didn't move. Electricity surged through her body as well, yes, but she was used to it. Whitney licked her cunt, and it felt good, but she wouldn't cum. Memories flashed in her mind. Herself, kneeling, chained, forced to munch on Karen's hairy cunt as a big Houndoom mounted her, knotting its canine cock on her poor asshole. She cried and she begged and it was all in vain. Whitney cried and begged for her to stop. A tear fell down Jasmine's cheeks, knowing that she now had become the monster.

She glanced at Karen in the Elite cabin. Had they truly become the same? Monsters?

Jasmine didn't know. Didn't want to. She looked back down at Whitney.

The pink haired bimbo was burning, crumbling live. There was no doubt she would soon lose. Her moans were getting stronger, her body out of control, her eyes rolling and tongue lolling. It was too much, too deep, and the thunder made her body melt. Every time Amphy hit deep into her ass sparks surged out of her butt, all her fluids conducting the energy, frying her in delicious torture.

How? How? HOW?

What would be of her? She stood so much. She wanted it so bad. She deserved it! She played it right her entire life, she was a proud slut, she slept her way to the top, and she would make things better! She wanted to help people. That was not right, not fair. She struggled, throwing a tantrum. She should not lose! IT WAS UNFAIR! SHE SHOULD WIN, SHE SHOULD BE CROWNED, SHE WAS BETTER THAN JASMINE!

Her and Bruno, together, ruling happily, helping people, the epitome of her life, what she worked to build. She loved Bruno. She loved Johto. She could not believe she was about to lose in her hometown.

But it felt so good. It was so deep in her ass. She felt it coming. Her fat legs trembled, her body lost all of its strength, falling forward. Amphy thrusted deep, and exploded in powerful shock. Whitney let it go on a whimper, losing control of her muscles, and her entire body collapsed. She cummed, crying and moaning, squirting from her pussy while her ass was ravaged, drooling on Jasmine, her sensitive breasts letting go of so much milk. It was over, it was done, she had lost. She laughed in shock. THAT WAS NOT WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! BRUNO! BRUNO!

Jasmine stood up. Her angry face covered the screens. She had won.

Johto had a new champion.

She stared at Red, Karen, and Bruno. There was so much emotion on all of their faces. Pride, fear, shock, excitement.

The most unlikely of competitors had won. Karen's sick joke. The one that hated the games the most. And now, everything would change, Jasmine promised. She closed her eyes, ignoring all the shock and the attention on her naked defiled body. She would forget about it all. She would never have sex again.

– Arceus, please, give me strength.

It was over, she thought. It was only the beginning.