Alrighty, the votes are in, and the winner is...Wayne's World ending! Or in other words, I'll be showing all the possible endings, the good, bad, neutral, and a little something special, for a total of seven. Let's start with the neutral, then bad, and then do the good so everyone can leave without a sour taste in their mouth shall we?
Michael had been living with his pokemon, running his shop, and being used by said pokemon, for a little over three years. He'd never liked how his pokemon treated him, but he didn't dare speak out against them; both out of not wanting his pokemon to hate him and out of a very instinctive fear of his pokemon.
That thought made him laugh. He was afraid of his own pokemon. It doesn't get sadder than that. All his anger, resentment, fear, sadness, andeverything else he'd built up over the last three years came to it's boiling point about a week after Shaymin joined them.
Shaymin had changed the way things worked. She was able to do all the garden work Michael used to do with a flick of the wrist, so now his pokemon could jump him whenever they wanted.
He rarely made it out of his room without being grabbed. Roserade had started upping her toxin, not in lethality, just in how long it lasted. Michael had spent more than a few days paralyzed for twenty four hours straight. Meganium and Serperior had started leaving the deep garden, and grabbing him at random times. Florges may as well have claimed Michael's mouth as her territory, and very well may have if Bellossom, Lilligant, and Sceptile didn't love fucking it so much. Whenever Whimsicott saw Michael wearing anything, she would tear it off and drape her cotton over his body like a straight jacket.
All of this, combined with Shaymin's mystical activities, lead to Michael reaching his breaking point.
It had started with Michael going out to the garden to tend to the flowers. He didn't really need to, but it calmed him, and helped him keep his head. He'd barely started when Shaymin appeared before him, grinning. Michael's other pokemon came forward as well, all looking intent on taking Michael as they had so many times before.
You can do the same thing one thousand times to the same result, but some times, that one thousand and first time, the result changes.
Michael stood up from his flowers, looking at they Shaymin who stood just barely taller than him. Shaymin opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by Michael slapping her hard across the face.
All the pokemon gasped. Michael had never raised his hand to a pokemon, to anyone. He was in no way a violent person. But there it was, retaliation, anger, defiance.
Shaymin was speechless. She didn't know what to do or say, she was baffled. She expected Michael to attack her again, to try (and fail) to hurt or even kill her.
But he didn't. He turned away and went back to tending to his flowers. The pokemon watched him, unsure of how to react. They could easily attack him back, with very little effort they could punish him beyond recovery, but it seemed wrong somehow; almost blasphemy. They'd never seen their trainer actually fight back.
Serperior slithered forward first. Michael tensed as she drew near, but regretted nothing as he continued to work. Whatever came next was more than worth that brief moment of control. Serperior extended her vines, and did something she hadn't done in many years.
She helped him with his gardening. Meganium moved forward next, then Lilligant and Bellossom, then Roserade, Florges, and finally Sceptile. They all began helping Michael work on his flower bed, they way they had before, as a team of a Snivy, Chikorita, Treeko, Oddish, Flebèbè, Budew, Cottene and a Petilil.
Before they'd started thinking Michael was weak. Before they'd started attacking him, then raping him, to try and make him fight back. Before they'd forgotten they'd been trying to help, and gotten addicted to forcing their trainer to submit.
They sat, working on the garden for hours. Shaymin even started helping out. She could've just made the garden into its best possible state, but that to seemed wrong.
The next day, Roserade pounced Michael again. They'd truly gotten addicted to their submissive trainer, and quitting now wasn't an option. But she didn't drug him. And if he'd asked her to stop, she actually might have. Florges still used his face as a throne, but more as a 'throne'. Lilligant and Bellossom still went at him in pairs, but now with one riding him, abd the other riding his face. Whimsicott still had her little bondage fetish, but was fine with not sealing up his member. Michael would always be sore after a round with Sceptile, but wouldn't hurt him on purpose, or try to humiliate him. Meganium and Serperior would still use him as a sex toy, their sizes made any other way impossible, but they wouldn't try to smother him. And Shaymin, while she couldn't resist using her power on him from time to time, she wouldn't do so if he asked her not to.
There were still problems. Michael still got injured now and then, but the fact that his pokemon actually seemed to regret hurting him was enough for Michael.
That put you in a good mood? Let me fix that.
Michael had been living with his pokemon, running his shop, and being used by said pokemon, for a little over three years. He'd never liked how his pokemon treated him, but he didn't dare speak out against them; both out of not wanting his pokemon to hate him and out of a very instinctive fear of his pokemon.
That thought made him laugh. He was afraid of his own pokemon. It doesn't get sadder than that. All his anger, resentment, fear, sadness, andeverything else he'd built up over the last three years came to it's boiling point about a week after Shaymin joined them.
Shaymin had changed the way things worked. She was able to do all the garden work Michael used to do with a flick of the wrist, so now his pokemon could jump him whenever they wanted.
He rarely made it out of his room without being grabbed. Roserade had started upping her toxin, not in lethality, just in how long it lasted. Michael had spent more than a few days paralyzed for twenty four hours straight. Meganium and Serperior had started leaving the deep garden, and grabbing him at random times. Florges may as well have claimed Michael's mouth as her territory, and very well may have if Bellossom, Lilligant, and Sceptile didn't love fucking it so much. Whenever Whimsicott saw Michael wearing anything, she would tear it off and drape her cotton over his body like a straight jacket.
All of this, combined with Shaymin's mystical activities, lead to Michael reaching his breaking point.
It had started with Michael going out to the garden to tend to the flowers. He didn't really need to, but it calmed him, and helped him keep his head. He'd barely started when Shaymin appeared before him, grinning. Michael's other pokemon came forward as well, all looking intent on taking Michael as they had so many times before.
Michael's heart raced. He couldn't take it anymore, not one second longer. He opened his mouth, as though about to speak, then bolted.
With all the pokemon having been focused on what he might have said, he actually made it all the way to the fence before getting grabbed in Serperior's vines.
Michael struggled uselessly against the vines as he was dragged back to his domineering pokemon. 'Tsk, tsk, you know what happens to naughty slaves who try to run away~' Shaymin said.
The next twenty four hours were worse then the entire last three years. He was whipped with vines, choked with cotten, and used as a living toilet, this time by all his pokemon instead of just Florges. Shaymin used her powers to let Sceptile mega evolve without the stone, and withall the extra strength, she was able to cause Michael that much more pain.
Roserade had been brewing a new poison for Michael, and force fed it to him in gallons. It was bitter, and burned his throat as he drank it. The toxin kept Michael's member fully erect no matter how long the pokemon rode him. Even loosing consciousness didn't make it go down.
Shaymin shrunk Michael again, and he spent a least a full day inside each of his pokemon. It hadn't occurred to them that Michael hadn't been fed for a full until Shaymin realized he wasn't breathing, and hadn't been for more than a day.
Michael had been living with his pokemon, running his shop, and being used by said pokemon, for a little over three years. He'd never liked how his pokemon treated him, but he didn't dare speak out against them; both out of not wanting his pokemon to hate him and out of a very instinctive fear of his pokemon.
That thought made him laugh. He was afraid of his own pokemon. It doesn't get sadder than that. All his anger, resentment, fear, sadness, andeverything else he'd built up over the last three years came to it's boiling point about a week after Shaymin joined them.
Shaymin had changed the way things worked. She was able to do all the garden work Michael used to do with a flick of the wrist, so now his pokemon could jump him whenever they wanted.
He rarely made it out of his room without being grabbed. Roserade had started upping her toxin, not in lethality, just in how long it lasted. Michael had spent more than a few days paralyzed for twenty four hours straight. Meganium and Serperior had started leaving the deep garden, and grabbing him at random times. Florges may as well have claimed Michael's mouth as her territory, and very well may have if Bellossom, Lilligant, and Sceptile didn't love fucking it so much. Whenever Whimsicott saw Michael wearing anything, she would tear it off and drape her cotton over his body like a straight jacket.
All of this, combined with Shaymin's mystical activities, lead to Michael reaching his breaking point.
It had started with Michael going out to the garden to tend to the flowers. He didn't really need to, but it calmed him, and helped him keep his head. He'd barely started when Shaymin appeared before him, grinning. Michael's other pokemon came forward as well, all looking intent on taking Michael as they had so many times before.
Michael couldn't even bring himself to try anymore. He knew his place. He got to his knees, opening his mouth. Shaymin grinned, grabbing his head and burying it between her legs.
Michael's room was walled off. He lived out in the garden now, where everyone could reachhim easily. He drank massive amounts of Roserade's poison, but Shaymin was sure he never got enough to hurt him permanently. His cock was permanently locked in a cotten sheath from Whimsicott. Lilligant and Bellossom loved using Michael as a double sided dildo, Shaymin happy to oblige.
Sceptile actually broke both his legs, on multiple occasions, from riding him so hard, Shaymin healing it after so she could break them again if she wanted. Which she always did. Meganium and Serperior nearly killed Michael on a daily basis, getting him as close to death as possible without actually offing him being a new fetish of theirs.
Michael didn't even run anymore. It's taken three years, but his pokemon had broken him.
That last one marked the end of the bad endings. Bring on the good!
Michael had been living with his pokemon, running his shop, and being used by said pokemon, for a little over three years. He'd never liked how his pokemon treated him, but he didn't dare speak out against them; both out of not wanting his pokemon to hate him and out of a very instinctive fear of his pokemon.
That thought made him laugh. He was afraid of his own pokemon. It doesn't get sadder than that. All his anger, resentment, fear, sadness, andeverything else he'd built up over the last three years came to it's boiling point about a week after Shaymin joined them.
Shaymin had changed the way things worked. She was able to do all the garden work Michael used to do with a flick of the wrist, so now his pokemon could jump him whenever they wanted.
He rarely made it out of his room without being grabbed. Roserade had started upping her toxin, not in lethality, just in how long it lasted. Michael had spent more than a few days paralyzed for twenty four hours straight. Meganium and Serperior had started leaving the deep garden, and grabbing him at random times. Florges may as well have claimed Michael's mouth as her territory, and very well may have if Bellossom, Lilligant, and Sceptile didn't love fucking it so much. Whenever Whimsicott saw Michael wearing anything, she would tear it off and drape her cotton over his body like a straight jacket.
All of this, combined with Shaymin's mystical activities, lead to Michael reaching his breaking point.
It had started with Michael going out to the garden to tend to the flowers. He didn't really need to, but it calmed him, and helped him keep his head. He'd barely started when Shaymin appeared before him, grinning. Michael's other pokemon came forward as well, all looking intent on taking Michael as they had so many times before.
Michael's heart raced. He couldn't take it anymore, not one second longer. He opened his mouth, as though about to speak, then bolted.
With his pokemon all thinking he was about to say something, he was able to make it into the house before they could stop him. He ran to his room, taking out something he'd been unable to use until now. He'd never been through any caves, so the item was useless.
But now the escape rope would be his escape.
By the time his pokemon found him, it was much too late. Michael hung by the rope, no fear on his face. Shaymin could do a lot of things, butcuring death wasn't one of them.
Michael was finally free.
Michael had been living with his pokemon, running his shop, and being used by said pokemon, for a little over three years. He'd never liked how his pokemon treated him, but he didn't dare speak out against them; both out of not wanting his pokemon to hate him and out of a very instinctive fear of his pokemon.
That thought made him laugh. He was afraid of his own pokemon. It doesn't get sadder than that. All his anger, resentment, fear, sadness, andeverything else he'd built up over the last three years came to it's boiling point about a week after Shaymin joined them.
Shaymin had changed the way things worked. She was able to do all the garden work Michael used to do with a flick of the wrist, so now his pokemon could jump him whenever they wanted.
He rarely made it out of his room without being grabbed. Roserade had started upping her toxin, not in lethality, just in how long it lasted. Michael had spent more than a few days paralyzed for twenty four hours straight. Meganium and Serperior had started leaving the deep garden, and grabbing him at random times. Florges may as well have claimed Michael's mouth as her territory, and very well may have if Bellossom, Lilligant, and Sceptile didn't love fucking it so much. Whenever Whimsicott saw Michael wearing anything, she would tear it off and drape her cotton over his body like a straight jacket.
All of this, combined with Shaymin's mystical activities, lead to Michael reaching his breaking point.
It had started with Michael going out to the garden to tend to the flowers. He didn't really need to, but it calmed him, and helped him keep his head. He'd barely started when Shaymin appeared before him, grinning. Michael's other pokemon came forward as well, all looking intent on taking Michael as they had so many times before.
But Michael wasn't taking it. Not this time. He got to his feet, and whistled. Immediately, a hail of fire attacks rained down on Michael's pokemon.
It hadn't been easy tracking down the girl from the bar, Suzy, as he'd learned was her name, but Michael was ready to thank Arceus he had. Turned out, she didn't live to far from Michael, and trained a team of fire times. A Charizard, Magmortor, Ninetales, Arcanine, Flareon, and a Darmanitan.
When Michael explained his situation, Suzy was happy to lend him her pokemon. Now Suzy rode in on her Arcanine, fire pokemon doing just enough damage to keep the grass types in line.
That night, the grass type pokemon were sent off to an obedience school, and Shaymin to Professor Oak for (heavily guarded) research. And Michael, he'd be staying with Suzy for now, who was more than happy to help him forget his old wounds.
Michael had been living with his pokemon, running his shop, and being used by said pokemon, for a little over three years. He'd never liked how his pokemon treated him, but he didn't dare speak out against them; both out of not wanting his pokemon to hate him and out of a very instinctive fear of his pokemon.
That thought made him laugh. He was afraid of his own pokemon. It doesn't get sadder than that. All his anger, resentment, fear, sadness, andeverything else he'd built up over the last three years came to it's boiling point about a week after Shaymin joined them.
Shaymin had changed the way things worked. She was able to do all the garden work Michael used to do with a flick of the wrist, so now his pokemon could jump him whenever they wanted.
He rarely made it out of his room without being grabbed. Roserade had started upping her toxin, not in lethality, just in how long it lasted. Michael had spent more than a few days paralyzed for twenty four hours straight. Meganium and Serperior had started leaving the deep garden, and grabbing him at random times. Florges may as well have claimed Michael's mouth as her territory, and very well may have if Bellossom, Lilligant, and Sceptile didn't love fucking it so much. Whenever Whimsicott saw Michael wearing anything, she would tear it off and drape her cotton over his body like a straight jacket.
All of this, combined with Shaymin's mystical activities, lead to Michael reaching his breaking point.
It had started with Michael going out to the garden to tend to the flowers. He didn't really need to, but it calmed him, and helped him keep his head. He'd barely started when Shaymin appeared before him, grinning. Michael's other pokemon came forward as well, all looking intent on taking Michael as they had so many times before.
You can do the same thing one thousand times to the same result, but some times, that one thousand and first time, the result changes.
There was a reason Michael's room was a safe area. That's where he keptthe one thing his pokemon feared.
Their pokeballs.
But the pokeballs weren't in his room. Not anymore. Now, too late, the pokemon realized they were on Michael's belt. Along with the Master ball he'd been given long ago, back when he'd been traveling. The Master ball crashed into Shaymin's chest, capturing her immediately.
Before they could react, all the other grass types were back in their balls.
Michael spent the rest of the day hiking up to the nearest pokemon center, where he placed all his pokemon in the hesitated, but knew that his pokemon would be fine on their own. They were strong, smart, and not easily messed with.
After making sure they would be sent out in another region, and sending Shaymin to Oak, Michael released his pokemon.
One year later
Michael woke with a moan, feeling Leafeon's lips aaround his morning wood. She was a frisky little thing. After finishing in her mouth, and returning the favor, Michael got up, got dressed, and went outside.
His pokemon, a Sunflora, Sawsbuck, Abomisnow, Carnivine, and a Tortera, greeted him. Michael wasn't ' involved' with all of them, just Leafeon and, on occasion, Sawsbuck. The others just helped tend to the garden, and were his good friends.
Michael's green thumb had led to them growing bigger than normal, but they never turned aggressive towards Michael. That was behind him. It had increased their battle capabilities. Now, instead of just a flower shop, Michael had his own grass type gym, the arena set up in what once was the deep garden.
Yes, Michael was officially living the good life.
And that's it! Wait, no it isn't! It seems we have a ssurprise bonus ending! Submitted by Blueking35, a fellow knight of the smut table, is our final ending...
Michael hadn't been expecting it. No one had really. But he couldn't say he wasn't glad for it.
It had started out like any other day. Michael was trying to get what gardening je could done before his pokemon swarmed him. Almost as he thought the words, he saw them surround him. Then, before any of them could make a move...buzzing.
It was quiet at first, but gradually got louder until it was roaring towards them. Buzzing from bug types. An entire swarm, several swarms, practically an army.
Beedrill, Pincer, Butterfree, Scissore, Shedinja, Combee, Galvantula, Scolipede, Crustle, Durant, Vivion, and, worst of all for the grass types, Volcorona.
They descended on Michael's pokemon like a biblical plague. Michael dropped to the ground, but none of the bug pokemon were attacking him. In fact, they seemed to be avoiding him specifically. Michael's pokemon tried to fight back, but there were just so many.
Shaymin began to glow with power, but was ensnared in thorn vines and bound to the ground before her could attack. Once on the ground, she too was overrun by the bug types. Michael was shocked. What pokemon could be strong enough to bind the ethereal powered Shaymin.
'That would be me.'
Michael looked up, seeing the Celebi float down to him. 'Hello Michael.'
"H-hello..why are you doing this?" Michael asked. Celebi smiled, 'I've been watching you for awhile now. I couldn't believe grass types could be so cruel. Frankly, I'm ashamed. I got these bug types to help me teach your pokemon a lesson. Male Scolipede get rather viscious during mating season. A few weeks as in a bug den as a fuck slave should teach them some manners.' Celebi explained as the grass types were halled off by the bug swarm.
"I...thank you..thank you so much." Michael smiled, genuinely smiled. It felt strange doing so, but he didn't care. Celebi smiled to, 'My pleasure. Your a brilliant grass trainer. You just got stuck with a few bad apples. They'll listen ro you when we return them, trust me. And until then..'
Celebi floated away, and three Leavanny stepped forward. 'Their very generous~' Celebi said with a giggle before floating off, leaving Michael extremely happy with his new lovers.
And that's all she wrote, for real this time. Writing this has been tricky, but we made it! I am ssinful by nature with no malicious intent, and I'll see you all next time!