"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh no!" I cried as I sprinted towards the nearest cave. It had just begun to rain, and I had nothing to protect myself from the elements. "This isn't good, oh Arceus." I muttered as I pulled the watermelon bag off of my shoulder. My hair was plastered to my face, and my clothes were soaked. I was on route 17 near Po town when it began to down pour like a damn Kyogre was near. I knew it always rained in Po town, but not right outside of it, plus I hadn't even planned on going in town; it was run over by Team Skull. I just wanted to get a Castform, and they're easiest to find here because of all the rain.
"I'm so stupid sometimes." I sighed, letting my pokemon out of their balls. Mimikyu and Gengar immediately began playing with each other, making scary faces and disappearing into the shadows. Primarina wandered towards the front of the small cave, splashing in a shallow puddle, much to my Salazzale's dismay. Pikachu and Sylveon however, came up to me right away. Their soft fur rubbing up against my clearly cold body. "Looks like we're gonna be here for a little while guys, so let's get comfortable. Salazzle, do you mind starting a fire?" I asked as Sylveon and I gathered what kindling we could find around the cave. The small fire would do for now; I hoped and prayed no one from Team Skull would see the smoke and come to investigate. The rain would help, right? Right.
"I'm so cold, I can't stay in these wet clothes." I muttered, slipping out of the white ruffled top, black plaid skirt and black over the knee socks I had bought throughout the different island shops. I didn't want to rest them on the ground or else they would get covered in dirt, and I had no way of hanging them over the fire. I eyed my Salazzale with a grin. Her pupils narrowed even more than I thought they could, before I pulled a rainbow bean out of my bag. "Wanna be the most gorgoues Salazzale in all of Alola?" I grinned as she scampered up to me. I let her munch on the rainbow bean while I slipped my clothes onto her. Salazzales are just under four feet tall so my clothes definitely hung off her a bit, and the socks flopped off her feet slightly; but salazzale radiated heat so they would be dry in no time. Hopefully they didn't shrink.
"All right guys, come get some food before we hole up for the night." I told my pokemon, making small piles of poke beans for each of them. I gave Salazzale a couple extra patterned beans for being so helpful. After they ate we all curled up together, I rested my head on Sylveon because he was the softest, and wrapped my arm around Pikachu. He was so fuzzy and warm against my cold skin. Primarina began singing a soft lullaby as we all drifted off to sleep. "Stay out of my dreams Gengar," I yawned to him before I completely passed out.
I woke up what felt like only seconds later to a shout from Mimikyu, before a Team Skull grunt was taking it away. A whole group of them had found me hiding away in this cave. "Pikachu, thunderwave!" I called out as I sprung to my feet, but Pikachu was nowhere in sight. All my pokemon were in the process of being dragged off as two male grunts threw a bag over my head and took me as well. I did my best to fight them off, but as a small girl compared to these two criminals, I was no match.
"Camping in a cave outside Po town means you got some real nerve, but Team Skull is gonna make sure you get what you deserve!"
"This is the girl that beat our boss, but Team Skull aint who you wanna cross" The two grunts laughed after I stopped struggling.
"Please tell me you're not going to rhyme the entire time?" I groaned, "Shit I did it too." The two laughed some more as I heard a large door open. Inside what I guessed was Po town, the rain was even heavier. The smell of garbage and spray paint was everywhere. I heard other grunts yelling obscenities at each other as they horsed around. One commented of my lack of clothing as I was dragged by.
"Yo, is that the girl that kicked Guzma's ass? She's got nice tits, maybe he'll let me have a piece when he's done with her."
"Yeah right, like there's gonna be anything left!" The grunt to my left shouted back. My heart started racing when another door opened and I was shoved inside a building. It felt cold in here, but maybe that was because I was in underwear and soaking wet. The door shut behind me and the sound of rain became muffled as the bag was pulled off my head. It took my eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did my heart fell to my stomach. I was surrounded by members of Team Skull, every one of them looking pissed off. In the center of the group stood the big bad himself, Guzma. He smirked down at me, his grey eyes wandering up and down my bare skin appreciatively before the snapped to my Salazzale.
"Makin' your pokemon wear your clothes, is that some kinda weird fetish you got?" He laughed, swaggering towards me.
"It was to dry my clothes off, and I think she looks pretty." I replied haughtily, sticking my nose up. Guzma was right in front of me now, leering down at my small form.
"Yeah, not as pretty as you though," He smiled cupping my cheek, "pretty big pain in my fuckin' ass." He growled, giving me a soft smack. It didn't hurt so much as it was shocking. Ever the one for sarcasm, I was quick with my reply.
"You think I'm pretty?" I mocked with the fake flattery of a vapid teenager. At least I hoped that's how it came off. Seeing Guzma admire my nearly nude body, as well as call me pretty made me weak at the knees. If I was being completely honest with myself, I was smitten since Maile Garden.
I had told myself that he wasn't my type; that I wouldn't even look at another human romantically while I was doing my trials. I tried to stick to that plan but it was lust at first sight. It started with the hair. Despite it being a complete and utter mess, it looked like it was meant to be that way, and never had I seen a man pull off white hair like the boss of Team Skull. Then it was his eyes. Slate grey surrounded by dark circles that could swallow me whole. He needed to get a good night's rest for once, and I wanted to help him get it. After that I was hopeless. The tattoos on his arms, to his giant gold chain, and stupid sunglasses, I wanted all of it. But I shut it all out. Seeing the things his grunts did, and his attitude towards Professor Kukui told me that Guzma was a man I could never have, or let myself even want. But here I was, practically giggling like a little girl because Guzma called me pretty. Pathetic.
"Send her up to my room, and take her pokemon downstairs. I want this little girl as far away from her precious pets as possible." Guzma told the group. I was grabbed by the arm and instantly pulled forward by a female grunt. I turned my head to watch as my pokemon disappeared through a doorway, but as did my eyes stopped short on the boss. He blew me a kiss and winked as I was led away. It felt like the annual migration of Butterfree in my stomach. That man was determined to destroy me one way or another.
It did not take long to get to Guzma's room, but I did have to take the oddest and most convoluted way to get there. Who makes people walk on the roof just to get to their room? The door shut behind me with a sharp and definitive click. This room was surprisingly bright compared to the rest of the house. To my left was a large bed with a purple sheet and three pillows. Three really? Confident much? There was a literal treasure chest, practically over flowing to my right. It sat in front of a throne that matched the purple of the bed. Free to roam around, I immediately sat on the throne. It felt much more like a spray painted chair, going well with the rest of the spray paint in the room. Pondering my fate as I sat in the 'throne', the door was slammed open so hard I jumped. Guzma kicked it shut behind himself, frowning when he saw me in his chair.
"You'd get outta that chair if you knew what's best for you princess." He told me with a scowl as he leaned against the door, arms crossed.
"This is your throne right? Aren't princesses supposed to sit on thrones?" I replied, pretending to yawn as I kicked my feet over the side. " Or maybe I don't want what's best for me." I couldn't hide the smile on my face now.
"You got a little mouth on you, dontcha? Get outta my fuckin' chair, now." He said with the confidence of a man that was used to getting his orders followed. The little devil on my shoulder had the tendency to win over the angel, so I didn't move a muscle.
"Make me." I replied instead. That was bad idea. Guzma did not hesitate. Kicking himself off the wall he made his way over towards me. Large hands grabbed my hair, yanking me out of the seat. Guzma was so tall, lifting me was nothing to him. He gripped me by the hair on the nape of my neck, pulling my face close to his own. We were so close I could see the flecks of blue in his grey eyes as they bore down into mine.
"Don't test me princess." He growled.
"What's two plus two?" I asked, unable to help myself. I wasn't going to ever see my pokemon again, but teasing Guzma was almost worth it, almost.
"You really don't know how to shut the hell up, do you?"
"Sure I do! Sometimes I'm asleep." I replied, flashing him a smile. Guzma smiled right back, not because he thought I was funny unfortunately. No, his smile made the hair on the back of my neck stand. His eyes darkened as they traveled down my body once more.
"Ya boy Guzma is gonna teach you how to keep quiet." He told me as we began to move. He was then seated in the 'throne'. His grip on my hair still holding strong, forced me down to my knees; it was then that I saw the bulge in his pants. I became the victim of heart palpitations and dry mouth at that moment. I mean sure this wasn't the first time I became up close and personal with a man, but this wasn't just any man. It was the leader of Team Skull, the man that literally terrorized all of Alola, it was Guzma. Instantly a small fire ignited between my legs. Even the slightest hint of what was beneath his belt excited me.
"So, that's how to get ya to shut up," he laughed as he easily slid his pants down to mid-thigh, "If you can suck cock as quickly as you can sass me, then tonight's gonna be a good fuckin' night." His grey boxers quickly followed his pants, a large cock springing out. Immediately I noticed the piercings. Three gold bars through the underside of the shaft, with a silver ring snuggly through the tip. "You'll be enjoying those piercings later, now get to it." Guzma demanded.
I could not help but blush at his statement. Later, what did that mean? The fire between my legs grew ever hotter at the thought of riding Guzma on that throne. His big strong hands at my hips while his mouth left my neck and chest covered in reminders of our night together. With only a moment of hesitation, I grabbed the base of his cock for better control as I flicked the silver ring with my tongue. Guzma smirked instantly as he adjusted himself in the chair getting comfortable.
I circled the tip, going as slowly as I could. I wanted him to savor every second of this blow job. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, focusing a little attention on each individual piercing as I went along. This rewarded me with a small moan and a relaxed grip on my hair. So the piercings weren't just for the ladies, huh? I repeated this action for a little while, his reaction becoming stronger each time. Once I was sure Guzma was really enjoying each second, I finally began to really suck him off. Lips covering my teeth, I made a tight suction around his cock as I went in deeper and deeper.
Once I found my limit I began to stroke the rest of what I could not fit into my mouth. This brought out the real reaction in him. Mouth and hand working in unison, creating an easy rhythm around his cock. Guzma's hand then released the nape of my neck to explore the rest of my head. He ran his fingers through my hair, twirling a few locks between his fingers.
"Fuckin' right, suckin' me off so good babygirl. What's your name anyway?" He asked, pulling my head off his cock.
"Moon." I replied, lips glistening with saliva.
"Moon? What the fuck kinda name is Moon?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.
I gave him an incredulous look. "Your name is Guzma, and every other person in this house is called Grunt. Moon is the least weird name in this place."
Guzma glared, knowing I was right. "Shut the fuck up and keep suckin.'" He snapped, pushing my head back down forcefully. His cock went a little deeper in my throat than I was comfortable with causing me to almost gag, but he didn't seem to mind or notice. I went slow for a while, recovering slightly as I built myself back up to the fast motions he seemed to enjoy more. It didn't take long for him to become a babbling mess. Once I resumed my rhythm and kept it up, he was the one that wouldn't shut up.
"You want this fuckin' cock. Yeah I know you love having me in your mouth, face fuckin' you to keep you quiet." His hips began to move in time with my mouth then, "I knew I could shut you up, oh fuck, just like that. Little princess suckin' me so good." Guzma grew louder and louder as he picked up speed. Finally I stopped moving all together, letting him take control. I had never done anything like this, it felt so vile but exciting at the same time. My whole body felt like it was on fire, I needed to quench the bonfire between my legs or else it would burn down the house. Hearing Guzma lose himself as I blew him made me ache for him. I wanted to feel those piercings inside me as his hard body moved over me. I wanted him to cry out my name as he came. I wanted Guzma.
His moans came to a crescendo as the grip on my hair tightened once more. He forced my head down as deep as I allowed him to go as he came. He didn't let me go right away, waiting for post orgasm tremors to cease. His cock slipped out of my mouth with a small pop as I swallowed the cum. Scrunching my nose, a small shiver went down my spine. I hated swallowing, but knowing Guzma he definitely followed the 'spitters are quitters' way of life, and I was no quitter. He was quiet for a time, basking in the post orgasm bliss.
Finally Guzma lifted his head, smirking down at me, "That mouth of yours has a lot of talents."
"Yeah, well it could use some water." I winked at him as I stood up, walking over to the bed.
Guzma stood as well, slipping himself back in his boxers and pulling his pants up.
"If I get you somethin' to drink, you better not be wearin' nothin' when I get back." He smirked, his pupils were so large, I could barely see the grey of his iris.
"You better be ready when you get back, I've never been known for my patience." That finally earned me a laugh as Guzma left the room, the signature swagger back in his step.
Hearing that made me realize why I had been so attracted to him in the first place. For a man surrounded by so much negativity, one that could cause so much pain; he had a laugh that could brighten up the darkest of caves.