Chapter 1: Broadck
Ass had been adventuring alongside his pikaman for quite some time. His appetite
never waned, and he continued to demolish the Pokeman ecosystem one organism at a
time.
"Pikaman! FUCK HIM UP!" Ass roared. The poor little pikaman, ribs protruding due to
starvation, attempted to charge a thunderbolt. As it raised its tail, it wobbled then
buckled, unable to even be elevated. Pikaman collapsed on the ground and did not stir.
Ass ran over to him and picked him up.
"FUCK! YOU LITTLE USELESS SHIT!" Ass yelled, "You STUPID, FUCKING, piece of
SHIT!"
Ass grabbed the poor thing's ankles, and, with each word, Ass slammed his pikaman's
head into a nearby tree trunk, fracturing the animal's skull and turning its ugly ass face
into a bloody mess. Crimson ketchup gurgled from Pikaman's throat, until Ass tossed
him aside like a used cum rag and turned around.
The wild Pokeman that Pikaman was supposed to fight was staring at Ass hornily. Ass
growled then took out his Pokesex, looking up details on this particular Pokeman.
"Ahhh I see. You're a Weed-L."
Ass licked his lips; his body was raring to go, he just needed to watch out for this
weed-l's sticky cum shot, as that would lower his speed.
The rival weed-l spat out its blunt and prepared to fire his cum shot. Ass bent his knees
and got into position, ready to charge at any moment.
Any moment now... any mo- OH SHIT!
The weed-l has shot its cum string, but it wasn't completely white, it was tinted yellow!
"Shit! He's got an STD! If I get hit by that I'll get poisoned!"
The poison status affect was very deadly, and Ass didn't have an antidote on hand. If he
wanted to get out of this alive, he would need to use his full power.
Using his long legs to his advantage, he jumped towards the weed-l, avoiding the sticky
cum flying past at high speeds. Ass jumped over the small insect and approached him
from his blindspot. The weed-l was slow to turn around because of how baked it was,
which allowed Ass to attack.
"You're done for!" he exclaimed victoriously. Ass stomped his foot down on the weed-l's
spine, fracturing it and breaking it in two multiple times.
"Poison might be a deadly status affect, but paralysis is just as good!"
The weed-l's mouth foamed as it fell onto its side, unable to move. Ass dangled a
paralyze heal in front of its face tauntingly.
"Bet you wish you had this huh?" Ass threw the paralyze heal at a nearby tree, where it
fell to the ground.
"If you want it so much, go get it."
With that, Ass walked away, but not before stealing the weed-l's weed stash.
It wasn't long before the boy made it to the town he was travelling towards. He was
ragged, with a limp and red eyes, but he made it to his destination all the same.
"Wa... Water," he gasped, eyes squinting in the not even bright sunlight.
Many people ran over to help the boy, and understandably so. It wasn't as though they
knew he was a psychopath; to them he was just a poor lost child.
After waterboarding him for about an hour, Ass was in sufficient shape to be able to
walk. The Pokeman center made sure to heal his broken bones and make him allllll
better!
"These fucking pricks, I need to find a Pokeman and fast so I can put them all in their
place!"
Ass was livid. How dare these people force their help upon him and do to him as they
pleased? Those were HIS wounds and his DEHYDRATION and his HIGH.
He would get revenge, and he would do it by defeating the ruler of the town: The Gym
Leader.
Each town had a gym leader who was the toughest Pokeman trainer around. This
leader would protect the town and defend against any who would do them harm.
Wait... Why didn't the gym leader come to face me when I entered town? Am I... not a
threat? …. They dare look down on me!?
Ass was now seething. He kicked his door down and made towards the woods. He
would need to find a Pokeman and fast, and then murder the leader of the town.
Ass entered the gym with determination on his face. Today was the day. Today was the
day he would show this town who their maker was.
"Ho-ho-ho," the gym leader laughed, "A little bitch wants to challenge me, eh?"
The gym leader in question was a disgusting mass of skin and flab. Ass wasn't sure
whether it was male or female but, frankly, it made no difference to him.
"What's your name you fat fuck?"
"I could ask you the same question, you overgrown ball of sperm."
"Fuck you! My name is Ass!"
"Hmmmm, my name is Broadck! You've done well to make it this far, but this is as far as
you go!"
After their introductions were complete, both trainers prepared their Pokemans.
Ass revealed his newly caught Pokeman; it was an armored squirtlesaur!
"FUCK!" Broadck shouted even before revealing his Pokeman, "All these fucking
trainers always know my typing! Now I'm fucked!"
With a half-grin half-grimace, he reached down towards his asshole. Ass hadn't noticed
before, but there was a giant spike sticking out from the person's rectum. With a yell,
Broadck grabbed the giant spike and pulled with all his might, and, with a noise that
sounded like your mom taking a dump, a giant rock snake erupted from his ass.
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" both Broadck and Ass screeched at the same time.
After the anal bead had finally come out, it reared its head and glared at Ass
passionately.
"Heh," chuckled Broadck, now a puddle of flesh on the ground, "You stand no chance
against my Anyx!"
The giant rock pile roared, then charged at Ass with raping intent. The giant rock spiked
neared his rear; he needed to act fast, or he would lose what he held dear!
"Turtle, use some kind of water move!"
The turtle grunted in affirmation then proceeded to use water sport. The effects of fire
type moves were lessened.
"FUCK!" Ass screamed. A giant, rough spike pierced his asshole and filled him up,
coming out the other side. The Anyx brought him closer, looking into his eyes to drink in
Ass's bare emotions.
Ass felt his body letting go, dying.
His clothes, now turned into tattered rags, fell off. His
bladder leaked and spilled over the Anyx.
The Anyx immediately melted, like the wicked witch of the west. Apparently, it was
SUPER-EFFECTIVE!
Ass panted, exhausted after being so brutally violated. He wasn't sure how he won but
this just proved he was chosen by God himself. He looked up towards the heavens, or
rather the ceiling, and basked in the morning rays, or rather the LED lights.
"I have heard you God! I will follow your will and be the very best!"
He felt refreshed, invigorated with purpose. He stood up, mud dripping off his body from
the melted rock creature.
"Well, I guess you won, huh kid."
A voice from the ground spoke to Ass, calling out to God's chosen apostle.
He walked over to find Broadck, making small splashing noises as he walked through
the dense puddle of mud.
The puddle consisted of dark, tan skin, with two sewn-on G-cup teats, and a face only a
mother could love. It was apparent that Broadck took his body to its limits.
"Hey," the voice from the ground whispered, "Kid, honestly, I see promise in you. Reach
into my breast implants and you will find the gym badge."
The puddle rippled and pulsed, presenting Ass with a translucent breast implant. He
reached down and prodded out the gym badge, grimacing with disgust. When he pulled
it out, it shined with silicone but was certainly authentic. He held it towards the sky.
"I HAVE CONQUERED THIS GYM! ONWARDS TO GREATER GLORY!"
After spouting out this cringe line, Ass swaggily (or so he thought) walked out of the
gymnasium.
Broadck watched him go with an indescribable expression on his face; probably
because he was a fucking puddle.
"Jesus Christ what a loser."
With those last words, the face dissolved into the puddle and ceased to move.
It was late in the afternoon by the time Ass found a place to sleep. It was a back alley
with some cardboard in one corner and a shitting pile in the other. Ass was lucky to find
this place; for some reason no one in town would let him in:
"What the fuck? Who the hell is this? YOU SMELL LIKE SHIT!"
"Please, I don't want any trouble, I have a wife and her kids!"
"Dude I'm fucking homeless."
That last one happened to be the homeless guy that Ass murdered to acquire this prime
real estate. It was worth every bruised knuckle. The homeless man in question was now
resting peacefully inside of Ass and Turtle's stomachs.
"Wait... I didn't say you could eat." Ass realized. The trainer was expressionless, but
Turtle could tell that he fucked up.
Faster than an ejaculation, Ass lunged at Turtle and pinned him down, his teeth quickly
crunching onto his hard shell. Turtle screamed out in pain and fear, but Ass wasn't
having it. He firmly grabbed Turtle's small throat and squeezed, to the point where no
more sound came out. The poor creature's head slowly turned even more blue until he
went limp.
That night, Ass boiled Turtle's meat inside of his shell like a stew and made gloves from
his skin. That is, until he realized that there was now a problem.
"Crap! I need a new Pokeman!"
The only problem was, he needed an obedient Pokeman, and one that could efficiently
help him enact the will of God! His criteria would certainly need to be very severe.
"Unlike those useless pieces of crap from before..."
He pondered what Pokeman to catch over a nice steamy pot of stew. When he was
done, he wrapped the cardboard around himself and shivered. The buildings slowly
darkened, and the night calmly drifted over the sky. There was no moon in the sky, only
an infinite expanse of stars.
How fitting... a new moon for a new beginning... and perhaps a new God!
He didn't sleep that night.
When he stood up in the morning, he felt tired, but very much refreshed, as he was
fueled by an objective. With a determined look on his face, he put on his turtle skin
gloves and strapped the empty shell onto his back.
Ass marched out of town while making sure onlookers understood his greatness.
Although he had defeated their leader, he decided that this town was not worth his
protection. He needed to think bigger-much, much bigger.
"I'm going to be the very best-" He repeated this as though it was his gospel; and it was.
It was what he truly believed, and what he strove towards every single day.
By the time he snapped from his stupor, he had already reached the edge of the forest.
If he continued in this direction, he could liberate more people. Cerulean city certainly
needed him. While going in this direction he was sure he would encounter a proper
Pokeman, so he set off with this in mind.
"Wait..." there was something up ahead. It was small but definitely alive.
He had only been in the forest for a couple minutes, but he had already found a
Pokeman!
It was a small purple creature, many, actually. These were some purple ones and some
that were pale blue. They appeared to be in the middle of a dispute.
"Hmmm, those pale blue ones look like bitches." Ass observed. He was indeed correct.
The pale blue ones were eating hot chips, charging their phones, twerking, being
bisexual, and lying. Ass felt an instinctual dislike towards them.
The purple ones, however, seemed to be upset about these actions, much like Ass.
Ass watched as one of the purple creatures snapped and began to beat the absolute
hell out of the others. Purple or pale blue, it didn't matter, this Pokeman was raising its
fist and telling the others to wash the dishes or make it a sandwich. The other Pokeman
complied immediately, terrified of his wrath.
"This guy's amazing!" Ass gushed. He needed that Pokeman!
He leapt from the bushes and faced off against the Pokeman. Scanning it with his
pokesex, he found out what species it was.
"A nigoran huh?" Ass briefly glanced over the information provided, he needed to find
something to give him an advantage.
There was nothing. There was no advantage for Ass.
But...
That made it simple. It meant that he already had everything he needed to catch this
Pokeman.
"Don't worry little one," he preached calmly, "I will free you from your false beliefs, and
give you someone to really worship!"