1Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fanfic, except Matt and maybe mobster Mew.

Matt and company went on there way to Vermilion City when they noticed a building.

Matt: Hey, I'm hungry! Yet's check that place out.

Misty, Mew, and Brock: Why/ Mew?

Matt: We need a plot twist.

Misty, Mew, and Brock: Fine./ Mew.

The group then went down several steps until they ended up at the house. A sign on the front door said "Pokemon Breeder". When the group went inside the found an old man in an compromising situation.

Matt: Oh god! THAT IS SICK!

Brock: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT MANKEY!

Misty: and when can I get a turn?

Matt, Mew, and Brock just stared at Misty.

Brock: You weren't lying when you called her a whore, Matt.

Old Man: Hi, I'm a pokemon breeder. I breed with pokemon.

Misty: That gives me an idea. I'll have sex with Brock.

Brock: You will! I thought that you wanted to do that pokemon!

Misty: That's an even better idea!

Brock: Damn it!

While Misty was fucking the hell out of that pokemon Matt, Mew, Brock, and the Old Man talked.

Misty: Oh yeah! Go deeper, DEEPER!

Matt: So you're a pokefile?

Old Man: No, just a homosexual.

Matt: Ok, we'll just take our overly horny friend and leave.

Matt and company grabbed Misty, but the couldn't pull her off the pokemon, so they took her, traumatized pokemon and all. After that scary side adventure Matt and company went on their way to Vermilion city, when they were stopped by a familiar face.

Gary: Matt! I want a rematch!

Matt: That monkey ripped your penis off, I thought you would have committed suicide by now.

Gary: Nah, I always played catcher.

Matt: Too much information. Besides, you don't have a pokemon!

Misty: You can have this Quilfish I just fucked.

Brock: No fair I wanted that!...I mean...uh...FOOTBALL!

Gary: Go Quilfish!

Matt: Mew, ATTAC...Misty! Stop humping my leg. I'm busy!

Misty: Forget that penisless loser, he's no use to me.

Matt: Mew take care of this will you.

Mew: Mew!

While Matt was fucking the hell out of Misty, Mew grabbed Gary's Quilfish and shoved it up his ass.

Misty: Matt, oh yeah, oh god yes!

Gary: Oh, this isn't so bad, yeah swim deeper. YEAH!

Quilfish: Quil, Quil! (Scared cry.)

Gary: OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

The Quilfish had suddenly expanded ripping Gary's ass open. Preventing him from ever having sex again. Matt and company left Gary's bloody body and went on their way to Vermilion City.