Part 2: Fixed with Tape and The Unfaithful
The next morning abruptly blinded Brandon into wakening. Having sweat out in his bed last night, his index finger and thumb began to massage his temples to try to compensate for his brain splitting headache. It was if he had awoken with a horrid emotional hangover that undoubtably would stick with him awhile.
"I. Hate. Everything," Brandon groaned reaching over to his night stand to snag a bottle of water that he usually had placed there. After waving his hand around, a scowl formed on his face upon discovering there was nothing there. Turning his head in said direction, he noticed his c-gear communicator blinking, signifying that a message or two had been missed. Squinting his eyes to combat the bright sun on his face, he was able to retrieve it, rolling onto his back to avoid the bright, heavenly light. He gave the c-gear a press on its side, causing the screen to light up. Indeed he had missed a message, from the name Gardeva no less. Remembering the events of last night, he let out a nervous sigh before selecting the message.
"Hey Brandon! It's Zoe. I can't wait to see you later today, we're going to have a lot of fun IYKWIM. Attached to the message are directions to the PPC. Keep this to yourself pretty please? I know you will, your the most honest person I know. Be sure to arrive at 4pm, we'll be expecting you. Til then~!" Brandon read.
"She is WAY too happy about this..." Brandon grumbled, closing down the screen before letting out a audible yawn with a good stretch. While doing his daily routine, he found himself incredibly at ease about the whole scenario; being asked to go to a secret organization that's dedicated to having sex with Pokemon to literally do said thing, he was bothered by the fact he wasn't panicking.
"Do I honestly hate her that much...?" Brandon puzzled, 4pm closing in slowly but surely. Even after a short exercise session and a cold shower his emotions were numbed to the point of non-existence. Equipping his c-gear, a pair of blue jeans and a hoodie, he let out a hefty sigh, now walking out the door. The day seemed a wee bit chilly, but quite pleasant regardless. As worried as he was, there was no life in his eyes with a cold heart to accommodate it.p His eyes returned to his left staring menacingly at his ex gf's home, a slight smile pasted on his face.
"Sorry for this, but you don't deserve my forgiveness," he said quietly, returning his eyes forward to continue onward. Getting to the PPC building from his home was like a labyrinth of confusing back alleys and block walking, the only things missing was a minotaur, riddles, After about 20 minutes of the confusing road map he had finally arrived. Brandon buzzed in, letting them know that he had arrived as he was instructed in the message.
"You may now enter, you will be escorted by a Pokemon waiting inside," a man's voice said. He then proceeded to open the door, coming face to face with a very chipper Loppuny. It was dressed in a bellboy outfit with a small hat between its massive ears. Loppuny smiled and signaled with its paw to convey Brandon to follow her.
"I better prepare myself, God knows what's behind those doors ahead. Either way, this is the path I chose and there's no going back..." Brandon grimaced as his attention was diverted from the door to the Lopunny before, which had stopped at the double doors. His heart suddenly pounded in his chest, Lopunny now approaching him curiously. His face grew flush as Lopunny moved right next him, gently sniffing around him like a dog trying to find something. He flinched as he felt Lopunny's paws pushy against the crotch of his pants affectionately. The Lopunny grinned up at Brandon mischievously. As Lopunny attempted to fiddle of with the zipper of his pants, a Frosslass appeared behind it, tugging on its ear to get it to quit.
"What's with these Pokemon? Its like there's something missing in their minds...though, I can't say it didn't feel good eh heh...God I'm really screwed up now..." Brandon sighed, Frosslass and Lopunny holding the doors open for him. It was a lot more lively than he was expecting; every wall was completely lined with Pokemon and people, all of them curiously touching and conversing amongst themselves. It wasn't til he really entered the room did his numb emotions hype up and surge. The depravity of this place caught his attention, his eyes darting around without aim to observe everything. Suddenly, a pair of arms latched around his waist from behind, giving a big squeeze in the midst of his confusion.
"I'm glad you actually came!" Zoe's voice spouted out behind him. Brandon whirled around, finally making eye contact with his invitation giver. Zoe snicked as she poked his lightly shaded cheek, causing him to flinch and step back.
"You're just like you are in the chat room, a bit more handsome in person I'd say," she smirked as she gave him the once over with her eyes. He stared blankly at Zoe's enthusiasm, his eyes avoiding hers as she scanned him over.
"I take it you're not here for any small talk are you?" Qualter interfered, trying to bring Brandon to a more comfortable state. Zoe scowled at Qualter, him returning a smile to signal her to go.
"Chin up Brandon, you're here to have fun," Zoe said, gently giving him a pat on the back before turning away, letting out a hefty sigh. The truth deep down was that Zoe always had an odd flicker of a candle for Brandon. She couldn't put it into clear words, the best answer simply being "I like him, so I want him to be happy". Returning to her Gardevoir that patiently awaited her master's return, she could feel Zoe's feeling shift in a way that she clearly did not want to feel.
"Master..." Gardevoir's timid voice chimed in Zoe's mind. Zoe flinched in surprise, her eyes darting to Gardevoir. She was wearing those old broken eyes that Zoe saw the first time they had met. Zoe suddenly remembered that Gardevoir could shuffle through her thoughts, her face now pale as she put 2 and 2 together.
"W-What is it Gardevoir?" Zoe replied in mind, failing to mask what she believed to have caught Gardevoir's attention. Fortunately for her, Gardevoir seemed more confused as to why she didn't like the feeling rather than pinpointing it as a why.
"Why do...you think about that boy so much now...?" Gardevoir replied. Zoe sighed heavily, steadying herself before carefully answering the simple, yet consequential question.
"I don't have too many friends besides you and Qualter. He's one of the few other's I have and I haven't seen him in some time. In other words, I'm glad to see him, it's nothing more than that ok?" Zoe said, a slight sweat on her brow as she gazed in Gardevoir's eyes. Gardevoir closed her saddened eyes, her small arms latching around Zoe's arm, her head nestling comfortably on Zoe's shoulder as well. Zoe let out a sudden, shaky sigh as she gently gave Gardevoir's head gentle pets as she tried to restrain any further thoughts.
"Here, suck on this candy for me while we send out for Ditto. So, what made you come so reluctantly? Most people would be much more suspicious and cautious in such a setting," Qualter inquired, crossing his legs as he sat back on the couch. Without hesitation, Brandon popped it in his mouth, storing it within his cheek as he slowly turned is saddened eyes to Qualter.
"After having your heart broken, your emotions go numb...right now, I feel nothing really. This place had an initial shock for me though. The depraved nature of such acts that I was seeing, however didn't seem to phase me. In fact, as awful as this sounds, I can't wait to ruin my ex's life for breaking my heart. I know I shouldn't feel this way, in fact I do have some guilt, but at this point there's no going back...so why fight it you know?" Brandon replied, his eyes beginning to lightly blur. He closed his eyes, letting his head rest at the top if the couch, doing nothing until he reopened his eyes, now staring up at the ceiling. A soft snicker came from within Qualters throat, amused by Brandon's reply.
"You feel nothing now, but I assure you, you will be feeling more than you could ever expect within the next oh...five minutes from now. So just rest easy, Ditto will be in shortly," Qualter stated taking two candies into his hand then slid them between his snickering lips. Brandon continued to stare up at the ceiling intently, painful images painting themselves onto its ivory surface. Things that made his heart race, feel pain, then grow numb yet again plagued him with his thoughts none the helpful.
"What the hell am I doing here..." Brandon scowled, a sudden wave of heat beginning to storm within his chest. He placed his hand upon his cheek, warmth slowly engulfing it. Brandon felt a rush of panic; his heart began to thrash within the confines of his chest, his loins beginning to tingle and swell. As far as he knew he was perfectly fine, causing him to wildly puzzle as to his body felt so anxious and wanting.
"W-What the hell is happening to me?! Where did that guy go?!" Brandon said aloud, every word trembling with borderline whining behind them. His arms quickly wrapped themselves around his now trembling frame, savage, lustful thoughts now surging through his mind. The heavier he breathed, the tighter he grasped a hold of himself.
"No, no, no! I can't do that here! I have to fight this!" Brandon whimpered audibly, unaware that the door had been opened and closed. Clenching his eyes shut as hard as he grasped his arms, a foreign set of cool, pale hands gently cupped his flaming cheeks, causing his eyes to shoot he had a chance to say a word, the ditto that took shape of his ex gf immediately seized his lips with her own without hesitation. Brandon's defiant acts and gestures dispersed in an instant, his body now feeling powerless as he returned the moist, tongueue filled kiss that he had just received.
"Are we rolling?" Qualter asked his crew as he stepped into the camera display room. His crew gave him a smirk and a thimbs up, the now helpless Brandon forcing himself on the transformed ditto without even a second thought in the monitors.
"Splendid! This should be quite the show. Make sure to catch every detail, we are going to give the first copy of this to his ex per his request and I want it to be perfect," Qualter said with a wicked smile, his eyes completely fixated on the scene playing out. The Ditto forcibly stopped Brandon from trying to remove her clothes, knowing that it wouldn't work. It placed a finger to his whimpering lips, backing away slowly. It immediately shined brightly, making a slight change as she reformed. The mimic of his ex was now completely naked, grinning mischievously up at Brandon as she moved to her knees. She turned to wink at the camera before mouthing "I want his cock so badly" so to set the stage for his ex's destruction.
Ditto immediately went for the brim of Brandon's jeans, undoing them and tearing them down to his ankles. It blushed profusely as it was met with a surprisingly large member to please. A whistle came from Qualtor as he saw the unsheathed tool that Brandon was packing.
"Well that's certainly a big surprise," Zoe snickered, sneaking up behind Qualtor to get a front row seat to the action. Qualter rolled his eyes as Zoe revealed a bowl of popcorn, to which she offered to share with the others.
"Zoe, did you just seriously bring popcorn all the way up here so you can watch your friend fuck a Ditto?" The main soundboard operator asked, Zoe offering him some in response. Qualter let out a small chuckle as the operator took a small handful to shovel into his mouth as he shook his head at the asinine situation.
"You're one messed up kid y'know that?" The operator declared, Zoe snickering yet again as she finished chewing some popcorn.
"Says the guy whose making sure the audio of said fucking is top notch, not missing a single fap or slap to maintain its 'true integrity'" Zoe said in response. The operator took a handful of the delicious buttery corn, smirking at Zoe with his eyes locking on hers.
"Hey now, what I'm doing here is art!" The operators words caused a universal fit of laughter in the room as things continued to heat up with Brandon and Ditto. Ditto's soft, yet firm hand grasped a hold of his member, stroking up his length to meet with her lips that had already pinched around the tip of his stout member. She directed her eyes up into his, her gaze was sensual but there was a strange feeling of innocence as well; it was this factor that caused Brandon to gently grasp behind her head, ready to ravage her mouth without restraint. Before he could so much as move a muscle, Ditto went down hard on his length, her hand pumping down with mouth all the way down to his base.
"H-Holy shit...I'm being deepthroated!" Brandon said quietly, moving his grip to the couch from its head. He felt its throats squeezing around it, as if it were made for him. Just as Its lips met with the head of his member again, she slammed it back down its throat. Brandon let out a high pitched yelp, which turned into loud groans of passion as it began bobbing its head up and down his length ferociously.
"S-Sorry, I can't take anymore!" Brandon cried out, clenching a hold of the mimic of his ex's head, forcible. Without hesitation or mercy, Brandon glared down at his "ex's" face as he clawed his hands in her head before savagely ramming her clenched lips down his sizeable appendage with his own strength; clearly poor Brandon had snapped. Brandon quickly, but carefully, moved to his feet, now putting him in a position to trully run wild. His face was red as the fires of hell, now holding her head in place before violently thrusting his massive manhood down its throat, soon after pulling its throbbing lips down it as he thrashed and tore through its throughout.
"S-SAMANTHA! SAMANTHA!" Brandon yelled. His legs trembled vigorous as his grip on its head grew tighter. His eyes clenched shut with his head being thrown back, now holding Ditto's head down with all his strength before hot loads of his seed erupted in her throat. Ditto's groans and moans were heavily muffled by his raging, throbbing member dumping cum down it's throat shamelessly. With each heavy load released, Brandon's whole body flinched and twitched, short, bursting yelp barely escaping his heavy breathes. Slowly, Brandon moved Ditto's mouth off of his slowIy deflating pleasure. Upon completely removing it, Ditto's tongue was flopped out like a dog, panting heavily to regain its breath.
"Wow, Ditto's doing an amazing job holding his ex's form, if this keeps up we won't even have to stop filming," the video control man said, genuinely amazed at the display. Everyone continued watching intently as Brandon's once pseudo polite words had turned vulgar and grotesque.
"You enjoyed sucking my big cock, didn't you Samantha? Brandon crudely inquired, Ditto turned to the camera, using her panting tongue to lick her lips as if she had finished a fine meal. It narrowed its eyes at the camera giving it a slow, affirmative nod. Brandon moved up behind it, grasping a hold of its breast before dragging his tongue up its pale, cool neck.
"I'm not done yet..." Brandon whispered in Ditto's ear, grinding his steadily growing man head between her rear cheeks. The image of his ex's breast were then grasped harshly, Brandon's grinding from behind her growing with his pace. Brandon slid his lanky figured hands down Ditto's waists, taking a few steps back before falling back in his seat, pulling Ditto's onto his lap facing the camera.
"Spread your legs and start playing with yourself between them," Brandon whispered, Ditto giving him a slow, yet definitive nod, immediately moving its legs into position.
"You love masturbating in front of a bunch of strangers don't you my love?" Brandon's word bit at her ears as his hands moved around her and up to its breasts, messaging them with an occasional pinch of pull of its nipples. Ditto smiled and pretended to laugh nodding vigorously at the camera that she seductively eyed without hesitation. It immediately began sliding its fingers inside of itself, grinding anxious against Brandon's length, it cheeks growing rosey from mild embarrassment.
Up in the recording station, everyone was watching in fascination. They had done plenty of videos using Ditto as the star, but not once had Ditto been forced to human, much less one who it hadn't seen in real life. Qualter looked around, Zoe seemingly vanishing from view, which was strange considering she was front and center just a few moments ago. The mystery was soon forgotten as he turned his eyes back to the monitor.
Zoe, in the blink of an eye, suddenly found herself in her room at her home. It was if she had woken up from a twisted dream she portrayed to be insanely real.
"What the hell is going on..." Zoe said as she began to zip around the house, trying to find any sign that she wasn't crazy or that this was all one sick dream. Running out of her house, she suddenly found herself in a dark void, her feet standing upon an invisible surface. Suddenly the darkness shattered like a glass window, leaving her with nothing but a blank stare. It was like she was seeing the world from behind her eyes, out of control from her body. The sight before her grew twisted and sickening, seeing a circle of vile looking men laughing and staring at her like she was a piece of fuck meat.
"W-W-WHAT THE HELL!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Zoe screamed, the sight of one of the men pulling his huge erect member, it's girth barely even able to stuff itself in any hole she had. Zoe's eyes widened and choke out a breathy gasp of pain as she felt something penetrate her rear, or rather felt the pain as if she did. Through her host eyes, she saw her vision shot to the floor, her crotch now feeling the same pain as her rear.
Zoe screamed to the point of tears losing her balance and hitting the invisible floor with a harsh thud. She immediately clenched her rear and legs tightly, trying to fight the pain. That's when her host eyes spotted Brandon; his eyes were a horrifying shade of crimson with a twisted grin curled on his lips. His massive erection was then shifted downward towards an obvious point of entry.
"NO BRANDON DON...!" Zoe's words were cut short by the feeling of her throat being plugged by a long thick object. Her terrorfyed eye could only stare forward, her hands clenching her throat as she began choking. At the pinnacle of her pain, her sight was plagued by darkness, tears trailing down her cheeks as Gardevoir appeared before.
"You hurt me master...master...thinking of that boy and watching him doing such things...why master? I'm I no longer anything to you?" Gardevoir said menacingly as she knelt down to caress Zoe's face.
"GARDEVOIR MAKE THIS STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! I'M GOING TO DIE!" Zoe began to scream and sob as she spoke to Gardevoir through her mind. Gardevoir used its hand to tilt Zoe's eyes up to hers, which were now glowing vibrantly in darkness.
"If you'll be mine forever, I'll release you from all of this...all I want is you master and I want to be the only thing master wants...so...master...will be mine and mine alone?" Gardevoir inquired. Zoe's vigorous nods signaled her response to Gardevoir, her frame now trembling violently from the pain. Gardevoir's eye illuminated brightly, the restraints and sources of pain staying with Zoe until she was engulfed by a white void.
Zoe's unconscious eyes shot open, immediately staring forward like a psyche ward patient, tears cascading down her face in great quantity. She quickly noticed that she was in the main room, the loud sounds of conversations filling Her ears. Her eyes, still widened, turned next to her to find Gardevoir sitting right next to her, smiling faintly as she gently gave a pat to what would be her lap. Zoe slowly moved her shuddering body to the floor, her eyes staring up at Gardevoir with great terror as her head finally rested her head in Gardevoir's lap.
"You promised me master... I'll be watching you closely from now on..." Gardevoir's voice was dolly menacing contrary to its kind, gentle gaze down at the quivering Zoe. Tears continued to roll down Zoe's cheeks, now turning her gaze downward into Gardevoir's lap. Hugging around her teerrorfying, yet living Pokemon, she began to sob uncontrollably, her body and breathing shaking in bursts with her crying voice.
"I-I'm sorry...i'm so, so, so sorry G-Gardevoir...Gardevoir...I-I'll never do it again, I swear...just...nswear...just...never do that to me again..." Zoe whines between between her desperate gasps. Gardevoir took a relieving breath, gently exhaling as she began to run its would be hand through Zoe's hair gently, trying to calm the mess she had created. Things began to heat up between Brandon and Ditto in the meantime, Brandon now ready to violate "her" right in front of the camera without any remorse. Ditto gave him a playful, human-esque laugh with her face now soaked with lust and seduction.
"Ready to ride me hard?" Brandon said aloud, Ditto pushing up on him so it could guide his raging erection inside of her without any difficulty. Brandon moaned out loudly as his "ex's" snatch clenched around his thickness, causing him to put her all the way onto it. Ditto flinched from surprise as it twitched and thronged inside of it, clearly aroused from the grossly perverse setting. Without too much hesitation, it slid its arms up behind itself and latched around the back of Brandon's neck, Brandon grasping beneath her thighs to start bouncing her body on his thick member in a mysterious rhythm.
Brandon's face grew a hateful glare at the Ditto as it pounded down on Brandon's length, all of the frustration from the break up beginning to surface with every thrust. He began to growl angrily, his hands clenching around its waist to go harder and harder, Ditto's eyed rolling back into its head as it was overtaken by the violent expression of lust that shot through her system over and over again. Brandon felt is threshold snap, his body trembling as his voice grew out of control.
"C-CUMMING SAM!" Brandon shouted, grasping around her waist as she slammed on his raging appendage one last time. Ditto began to twitch as pure, lustful ecstasy imprinted itself on its face, now pretending to pant heavily with its tongue out as Brandon's seed filled it up. Load after load pumped inside of it to the point where it began to ooze out of its snatch, trailing down what was visible of Brandon's manhood and testicles.
They stayed that way, breathing heavily as Brandon squeezed every last drop of his nectar within the fucktoy of the Pokemon world, now making it the same in the human world as well. Brandon turned his head with Ditto's, both of them gazing into each other's eyes, sharing one final sloppy kiss between them.
"Ah what a great shower!" Samantha said with a stretch. Ever since she had left Brandon, she felt as if she were on cloud nine. With a much more successful and hot boyfriend she felt that life was perfect. She noticed her communicator flashing, meaning that she was receiving a call. Humming a tune of bliss, she skipped over to her communicator, the floor being soaked with each step she made having literally just gotten out of the shower. The name "Zack" was flashing, meaning her new boyfriend was waiting on the other side of the line. She snatched off her bad, flopping her back to her bed before finally clicking the receive.
"Hey honey, what's up?" Samantha replied. She was met with a long silence. Nothing could be heard but regular background fluff. Suddenly she found herself tearing her communicator away from her ear as a loud smashing noise tore through the earpiece like razorwire being scraped on sheet metal. It was followed up with a crash, as if something large had just cratered the ground.
"Z-Zack, is everything ok?!" Samantha asked, her voice now shaking with hints of fear. Troublesome thoughts whizzed through her mind; could he be sick, could there be an assailant with him? These questions turned inert as he finally spoke back, out of breath, but not from over exertion; there was something seriously wrong.
"You...WHORE!" Zack barked, causing Samantha's heart to stop on a dime, her body shook by the unexpectedly hateful force thrust upon her.
"What kind of sick shit is this?! You seriously went and made a fucking sex tape with some stranger? And on top of that, put it in my fucking mail box?!" Zack screamed. Samantha's eyes began to well up with tears of mass confusion and hurt, at a complete loss at what was happening.
"B-Baby I don't understand! What sex tape?!" Samantha cried, Zack clearly losing all of his senses to pure rage.
"Don't baby me Sam! I'm not going to by into bullshit! I've got everything in my hand right now, along with an hour of footage of you fucking this random guy with a slutty look on your face the whole time! You've got some serious fucking problems, don't talk to me ever again!" Zack screamed, and with that, the call ended.
"W-W-What just...happened! Zack no! I have to call him back, this has to be some insane mistake!" Samantha cried. She immediately dialed Zack's number. Her heart felt like it was being brutally squeezed by a vengeful hand as she counted the rings. There was no reply.
"No! No! No! Zack pick up!" Samantha screamed, shaking violently as she hit redial. The world grew blurry as she was blinded by tears, Zack not answering yet again.
"PICK UP ZACK!" Samantha shrieked at her communicator, hitting redial again, however, this time it went straight to voicemail. Samantha immediately curled up in a ball, regret and anguish shocking her system violently. It was liking being caged for doing nothing at all, cruel and unfair. She paused scrolling down her contact list once the selection bar landed on the name "Brandon". Still shuddering and crying aloud she called the number, desperate to find anyone to listen to her cries for help.
"Hello?" Brandon replied, shooting Samantha's morale having a temporary boost knowing that she had made contact.
"B-Brandon...I-I'm Sorry I'm coming to you for this...b-but Zack broke up with me and he said it's because he got a sex tape with me in it! I'VE NEVER RECORDED MY SEX! I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!" Samantha began to completely breakdown, barely able to formulate the words she was trying to say. Cold and numb, Brandon choose his wordscarefully, not that there was much to say.
"Cheating on people can destroy everything you hold dear. I hope you learned that, because you are now all alone with no one to care. Have fun with your misery..." Brandon replied, immediately hanging up. Samantha dropped the communicator to the floor, her body going limp on her bed as if she had died. Her tears formed a puddle of water over the course of the next 10 minutes, sobbing and apologizing to Brandon over and over like a mental patient with Brandon being no where in sight.
Sighing heavily, Brandon turned his communicator off. Sitting in his room, he reflected on everything that had just taken place from beginning to end. He wanted to feel disgusting, to feel awful for doing what he did. Instead, a twisted smile curled on his lips, an upload bar appearing on his communicator to be sent to Samantha. The file was named: "The Samantha Cheater Show"
Brandon Alexander; End