"Look, I aint swallowing for just one pokemon. You wanna go all the way with me, I'd better get all three. I have standards you hack."

Prof. Oak shifted weight from one arthrosis-afflicted knee to the other, and his dick and balls swayed in sync.

"No. Only one," he grunted, scratching the long, curly white hairs on his pubic area with his old, gangly hands.

"For one Pokemon you can put your finger inside me. That's it, that's all I'm doing."

"Well, well, it would depend on which finger," the professor retorted. His dick, technically, could count as a finger by the size of the thing. "I guess I could spare a test Rattata."

"Aw, no, c'mon! I want the Charmander!" Gary Oak, pouted from the lab floor where he'd gotten down on all fours.

"Only if you swallow."

"That wasn't the deal. You're a terrible uncle, Professor."

"Look. Do you want the damn pokkeman or not."

That damn Ashley Ketchum had a bulbasaur. A fire-type would be perfect to crush him. Gary knew what he needed, but he wasn't sure he was ready to do what had to be done to get it.

"Only if I get Charmander..."

MEANWHILE

"Oh YEAH BULBASAUR YEAH" Ashley Ketchum groaned. His tiny dick pumping in and out of the sprouted opening on the creature's back as Bulbasaur tickled his taint and butthole with their viny tentacles.

"BULBA BULB" said Bulbasaur.

MEANWHILE STILL

Gary Oak winced as he felt his grandaddy's finger enter his grandsonny butt hole. He wasn't sure if it really was his butt hole that was being entered, and whether or not it was really a finger. Regardless, he wouldn't have been able to tell.

Outside the window, Lightning McQueen rammed into a truck.

He rammed and rammed into the truck, fuel spraying all over like runny lube across the pavement. All $20.63 per gallon's worth. In these post-apocalyptic times, the price of gas had sure skyrocketed, damn those greedy guys over at OPEC.

As Lightning McQueen jizzed premium unleaded petrol all over the truck's exhaust pipe, a triumphant Gary Oak ran out of his grandfather's lab with a pokéball in his small prepubescent fingers. It had sure taken a lot of Listerine to wash the taste of his grandfather's cum, and he was so excited to take that Charmander over and beat Ashley Ketchum's ass.

In his excitement, he tripped over a Garbodor that had been innocently hanging around the periphery of the lab, having migrated all the way from a generation in the future that Gary Oak had no idea existed. The ball rolled out of his hands as he face-planted into the pavement, screaming and screaming as childish tears flowing out of his eyes.

It rolled across the road, and kept rolling until it hit the back of Lightning McQueen's wheel where the anthropomorphic racecar had been parked front wheels atop his sexual truck lover. The force of the collision caused the red-and-white capsule to unhinge, unleashing the fire-type critter inside.

"Ch-char?" the confused Charmander said, wagging its fiery tail in a most adorable manner.

Then came an explosion, as the fuel-drenched pavement erupted in an ungodly fire that burned both Lightning McQueen, the truck, and Charmander itself.

Gary Oak never got to beat Ashley Ketchum, but at the very least, Prof. Oak continued getting good quality head.