It was a normal day in Po Town. Rainy. Gloomy. Infested with team skull grunts. Overall, it was generally depressing. What to do in such a day? Nanu was playing with his persain in a nonchalant manner. He always wondered what Team Skull did in that old shack of theirs. Maybe they were doing drugs. Maybe they were doing something worse. Either way, Nanu did not care. He was dead inside anyway.
In the weather ridden house was Team Skull. They were a rowdy bunch, even if their attempts at being bad were silly, if not, cute. One time they tried to steal a bus stop. Other attempts were the petty theft of pokemon from children. They succeeded once with a yungoose but a twelve-year-old child thwarted them.
Team skull was like a little family. Even if none of them were related in the slightest, they got along like they were. They would jokingly call each other 'brother' or 'sister'. They all laughed along like best friends. They would even practice being tough together, which made them even cuter.
The sad thing though was that Lusamine tricked them all. Even though Moon and the gang never noticed, the abuse was there. Lusamine would slap them for blinking, take away their pokemon and just be generally horrible to the grunts. However she was kind and loving to their leader, Guzma, even if it was a rouse.
Guzma was a cocky man. However, despite his arrogance, he was fatherly to Gladion. He was a better parent than Lusamine would ever be. He never said that he loved Gladion because he fears gay jokes, which pissed him off because some of his grunts were gay. However, he would be affectionate to his supposed son when he needed to be. One time, he even played catch.
This time however, Guzma did not feel so fatherly. He felt like a middle school drop out. He felt like a bear during mating season. He felt like a flower ready to be pollinated. He was very, very horny.
Guzma was sitting on his throne with his legs spread apart. His eyes were half lidded and his jaw was slack. He was panting like a stray dog. Guzma was needy. He needed good sex to get rid of the wetness between his legs.
He shuffled his legs and moaned. He soon realized what happened. He had shorly dry humped himelf. He moved again. Guzma moaned louder. Slowly, he gyrated his hips on his chair. "Oh…ugh." he moaned.
He did this for a minute until he was losing patience. He was the leader of a gang. He deserved to get laid after all that he has been through. He gyrated more harshly. It started to hurt but Guzma didn't mind in the slightest. If anything, the pain was turning him on.
Guzma quickened his pace. His eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure. He was hanging his mouth open because the feeling was too good to bear. "Ah…f-fuck yeah."
Guzma was getting desperate. He needed a partner. He needed one to get off. He thought none of his grunts would say yes. Not even Plumeria would agree. Guzma was just that type of person.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He ripped his pants and lied them down next to him incase someone walked in. He saw his phallus through his boxers. He tapped the tip with his index finger. Guzma gasped in pleasure. He then slowly started rubbing himself. His breath hitched and moaned in delight. Guzma then tore off his boxers in a similar manner to his pants. He was now half naked. "Guzma you degenerate. Touching yourself in your room like a twelve year old. How pathetic. You horny bitch." Guzma shamed himself.
Guzma started to touch himself some more. He started to smile. His tongue was hanging out. His widened as he started to stoke his bare cock. Suddenly, there was a knock. Oh no. It was Plumeria. "Oi, G! You need to take care of the grunts. They're annoying Gladion again. That boy is screaming right now." Plumeria continued to knock. "Guzma! Open up!" "Uh… just a second, Plume!" Shockingly, Plumeria kicked the door open in impatience. What she saw was hilarious to her.
"Hahahahahahahah! Oh man!" Plumeria howled. "The big bad Guzma is horny now! You two come up!" Guzma blushed. His hand was still on his cock. "Sh-Shut up, Plumes!" He stuttered. Hastily, two male skull gurnts appeared in Guzma's room. Guzma buried his face in his sticky hands.
The skull grunts whispered to each other. "Yo. He's kind of hot like that." one of them murmured. "Oi! We can both hear ya!" scolded Plumeria. Plumeria glanced at Guzma another time. He did look amazing while flustered. This gave Plumeria an idea. "All of you. Bed. Now. If Guzma can't handle his hormones, I'll just have to use you two to help him."
All of the people in the room flopped on the bed. "First order of business." Plumeria started. "Everyone, take off your clothes." The four stripped down to nothing. Plumeria looked at the two grunts. "You two pleasure yourselves while I talk to Guzma." They complied. Plumeria gazed a Guzma lustfully. He was muscular on his limbs but slightly chubby on his stomach. "So. What are you gonna do now, Plume?" Guzma asked. "Oh, you'll see." smirked Plumeria.
Plumeria jumped on Guzma like a horny salandit. She slowly grinded on Guzma, moaning every thrust on his pelvis. Both of them were blushing due to the grunts of the subordinates. On top of Guzma, she saw how surprisingly submissive Guzma was. Maybe being the leader was overcompensating for his nature. That didn't matter. What did matter was making sure Guzma didn't come in front of Gladion. That would raise alarming questions.
Guzma's hands traveled all over Plumeria's back. The hands eventually met her ass. He started to finger her. Plumeria moaned. Then Plumeria started to kiss Guzma. First it was subtle. Then she nibbled on his lip. Finally she entered. Her tongue was swishing around in his mouth begging for his fingers to keep moving. A trail of saliva connected the mouths together when they separated. "You're just as turned on as I am, eh Plume?" Guzma sassed. Plumeria smirked back. "You know I am, boy."
Suddenly, Guzma flipped over. Now he was on top. "Now for the real fun." smiled Guzma.
Guzma poked his cock on Plumeria's pussy. Slowly, he started to rub. Being inpatient, Plumeria shoved Guzma inside of her, letting out a ferocious cry that made the grunts stop what they were doing and crawl to the female.
"Miss Pumeria. We would like to ask if I could go somewhere private with my partner." asked one grunt. "Go and fuck in the closet. I don't care. The grunts left. "Now. Where were we?"
Guzma softly thrusted in Plumeria's hole. "Ah…ah!" He moaned. "You like that don't ya? My cock filling you up. You squirming like a bug. This is paradise, ain't it?" mocked Guzma. "Personally, I'd like it harder." challenged Plumeria. That was a mistake.
Guzma took his penis out of Plumeria. Then he roughly flipped her so she would be hunched over on her knees. He repositioned his cock to her cunt then dove in. Plumeria screamed in delight. Guzma, hearing this continued to thrust wildly in Plumeria. "Is this what ya wanted, bitch?" "Yes, Guzma! Yes. Harder. Please!" Guzma complied. Soon they both came, riding out their orgasms.
They both lied down on the mattress, panting. "That was fun, eh Guzma?" "Yeah."
Suddenly, Plumeria dove into Guzma's chest. They started to cuddle each other. "I think I love you." one of them said. "Me too. We should do this more often. Maybe with more people." the other suggested. Soft snores came from Guzma. With that, they spent the night with each other.