Chapter 2: Misty
Three days later, a boy emerged from the woods. The people of Cerulean city could
only watch in wonder as he staggered towards their city, never slowing down. A purple
creature was slung under one of his bruised arms, and one of his eyes was reduced to
a bloody hole.
This boy had been through a dangerous forest with nothing but the gloves on his hands
and the shell on his back. Impressed with his vitality, the people of Cerulean city took
him to the Pokeman center and treated his wounds.
By the time he awoke he was already in much better condition.
…
"WHA!" Ass jumped up from his sleeping position. He had been unconscious for days,
and his sudden awakening had startled him. Looking around the room he found himself
in, he saw a small purple nigoran staring back at him. It politely nodded its head in his
direction, acknowledging his existence.
He calmed down and remembered his circumstances; he had been struggling through
the forest for days with his new Pokeman. Being here in this room meant...
"I made it," Ass surmised. A grin plastered itself on his face, as though he knew this
outcome was guaranteed.
"It also means that I was correct; God is making sure I survive. Do not worry, I know my
purpose! I will not let you down."
The only question left was what to name his new companion. He had given his last two
helpers good names, but they had both been disappointments. Perhaps it was best to
just leave it as is.
"My new servant, your name henceforth shall remain as Nigoran. This is because you
are not special. Unlike me, you're here to serve those who matter. Remember that."
With that official statement, he felt accomplished.
I'm starting to sound like the God I was always meant to be. Heh, it won't be long now.
Now wasn't the time to dawdle, though. Since he had arrived at his destination, his first
order of business would be to scout out any threats to his objective.
He took a step forward and-
Fell right on over.
It seemed his body was still weak from his intense journey. Although he felt a new eye
in his formerly empty socket, he was still exhausted. It would seem even nurse Jelq
couldn't heal all of his exhaustion, even if she could literally regenerate missing body
parts.
It was a good thing he already had a loyal companion.
"Nigoran, fetch me some water."
The nigoran looked at him curiously, then jumped onto his lap. A long beet-red cock
covered in blood vessels elongated from its undercarriage.
"HEY! No! No! I SAID NO! Stop it I—MHF!" the nigoran jammed its cock down Ass's
swollen throat. Ass gagged and recoiled, but the nigoran just pressed the boy's head to
the ground and continued moving its hips. Ass could feel the cold floor on the back of
his head as the nigoran rammed his beef stick straight down Ass's esophagus, forcing
his head into the ground with each powerful movement.
This didn't last long, though. The nigoran soon felt the climax approach and let his
cream spill out inside of his trainer. It was only then that the nigoran jumped off of the
human and went to go fetch some water.
Ass was no longer conscious, luckily.
It was in three days that the gym finally received a very dangerous challenger.
"I am MISTY!"
This is what the gym leader declared. It was a woman... maybe?
"Uh, hey. I am Ass," the challenger replied, still contemplating if that thing had a cock.
"You've done well to make it this far! However, you will now meet your doom!"
With a knowing grin, Misty chucked out a Pokeman ball, which spread open to release a
Vaporeon!
Nigoran just slid off of Ass's back.
"You'll pay for underestimating my power!" Ass screeched, "Go Nigoran! Beat the
absolute fuck out of them!"
Sadly, the small creature could not comply. It was more so a slave to its own desires
than it was a slave to Ass. The little cunt was staring longingly at the rival Vaporeon.
"HAH!" Misty laughed, "Did you know that in terms of-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Ass interrupted.
He needed a way to make his nigoran snap out of his infatuation. Maybe he could
threaten him. No, he's not in his right mind. The drool coming from his mouth is
evidence enough for that.
Indeed, the poor small creature seemed to have been drugged. The vaporeon had
heroin needles in its paws, which meant that nigoran was now permanently in need of
his fix. The vaporeon gave Ass a seductive smile, but it had no effect. Ass was far too
focused on his goal to give a shit about vaporussy.
"Do you give up, little boy?" the gym leader asked, flexing its arms threateningly.
"No, you God damn disgusting creature! Are you even a woman? What the hell even
are you?"
Misty's face fell. Any trace of humor drained from its expression, and it looked back into
Ass's eyes very seriously.
"How did you know?" Misty demanded, grinding its teeth as it shuddered.
Ass didn't respond, because honestly, he had no clue what was going on. He decided to
just wait and see what Misty would say.
"How did you know... that... Misty was just my drag persona! My real name is actually
Steamy!"
Misty threw aside his girly clothes and revealed himself to be a man! His jacked
muscles bulged and the veins running through them shifted and danced as he posed
and flexed. His back muscles rippled as he turned around and twerked his juicy, and
waxed, and bare, ass. After he was done throwing it back, he turned around and flexed
his abs. It was only then that he noticed what Ass had done.
"WHAT! What the-FUCK DID YOU DO!?"
The thing that Ass did in question was take the turtle shell off his back and bash in the
vaporeon's skull. Luckily, Steamy did not witness the action and only the result, although
that wasn't much better. His vaporeon was just a dead heap on the ground, its head
was just a bloody pile of mush. Steamy fell to his knees.
As his Pokeman was sodomizing the dead vaporeon, Ass slowly stalked towards the
terrified drag queen. His gait was full of purpose, his eyes full of determination, and his
clenched fists singing with certainty.
"Rejoice, queen of drag. Today is the day you will be blessed enough to die by my hand!
This is the most important day of your life and will be the only thing you are
remembered for!"
After finishing his sermon, Ass readied his turtle shell. He was excited; he would once
again move forward towards his goal! It was yet another chance to enact the will of God.
All his hope and excitement lay in the weapon in his hands.
"Fool."
Ass hesitated, breath catching in his throat.
Steamy suddenly swung his fist upwards, his arm muscles bulging. His right-hand
uppercut made a powerful impact right on Ass's jaw, decimating it. The boy flew
backwards from the force, his weapon falling from his hand and his mind going blank
from the sudden concussion.
After he fell to the floor, Ass's semi-conscious mind could make out the sound of
footsteps approaching.
"You really thought some kid could beat a mature queen such as myself?"
The gym leader's voice was chillingly serious. The scrape of the turtle shell against the
ground could be heard as the man picked up Ass's fallen weapon. The sound of
scraping slowly drew closer until it had almost reached Ass's fallen form.
"You poor thing," Steamy lamented, "You might have been able to beat me, however,
your hubris was your downfall. I guess you will repent in that Hell you believe in so
much."
"No," Ass argued, "I don't believe in Hell. I only believe in God, because I know he
exists, since I will be him one day. You won't kill me, because I was always meant to
win!"
"Is that so? Well, let's see how much your God will protect you from THIS!"
Ass opened his eyes and saw the man raising the turtle shell above his head. Of
course, God would protect him. There was no way that he could die.
"Goodbye challenger. Better luck next time."
Steamy readied the shell, then he suddenly stood still.
God has saved me once again. He can't let his successor die so easily.
Ass, certain of victory, raised his leg up and kicked Steamy in the stomach. The man
easily fell backwards, limp.
"It appears as though I win."
Although his body was motionless, Steamy's eyes furiously followed Ass's movements.
He watched as the boy shakily stood up, and he watched as the boy walked over to
stare down at his incapacitated body.
"Nice job Nigoran," Ass congratulated. It was very fortunate that his Pokeman had a
hair-trigger, otherwise he would not have finished in time to use poison sting on
Steamy's spine. Looking down at the paralyzed man, Ass grinned then chuckled.
"You poor thing, heh. Well, I won't make the same mistake as you did."
With that, Ass stomped down on Steamy's face with all his might. Ass's first stomp
broke his nose and fractured one of his cheekbones, but the second stomp began to
crack the back of his skull. After more than a dozen stomps, Ass was satisfied that the
lump attached to the neck on the ground was no longer recognizable as a head.
He looted the body, taking the gym badge and all his Knick knacks.
"Let's see what kind of establishment we're working with here,"
Ass murmured as he investigated the newly vacated facility. The entire gym seemed to
just be a pool. The pool was filled with a milky white water that Ass did not want to go
near.
Oh? What's this?
There was a small hatch hidden in the ground behind the lifeguard tower. Opening it,
Ass peered down into the musty darkness below. The smell of rot greeted his nose as
he lowered himself down into the hole. Placing his feet down on the stairs cautiously,
Ass grasped the walls and slowly descended into the mysterious dungeon.
A strange blue light was steadily increasing in intensity as he continued down the stairs.
Eventually, the blue light became stronger, indicating that the source of the
luminescence was close.
When Ass reached the bottom of the stairs, what he saw was something he would
never have expected—but—perhaps he should have.
A giant industrial factory was hidden beneath the Cerulean gym. The product it
produced... was...
Its cum. You already knew that though.
Vast arrays of chained men were bound to the walls. The cuffs on their wrists and
ankles had been there so long that the men's bodies had grown around them.
Walkways led between the giant walls filled with milking complexes, dead-eyed men
lining every available surface.
"What the actual fuck is this?" Ass asked, probably to God.
With a look of horror on his face, he carefully walked over to the railing overlooking the
matrix and gazed at all the poor men being milked. It seemed like each man was on
their own individual milking schedule. Some were in the midst of it, some were in their
rest period.
Some of them were staring down at Ass, expressionless. They had no hope, nor any
reason to care about anything. Their dried lips did not even try to plead with him.
"I see. You all need hope, don't you?" Ass asked them softly, inaudible to any.
He grinned. How perfect this was. He opened his mouth wide and shouted for all to
hear:
"Hear me all you poor souls! I have been given a mission by God himself! I was brought
here to free you, and bring you to the life you were always meant to have!"
Ass turned to the control panel, and fiddled around with the button and dials, and still
had no clue how to free the men.
"Fuck it."
Ass started to kick the shit out of the technology, until it started to smoke. Once alarms
began to go off in the facility, Ass backed away and looked up at his future army.
The noises of their cuffs coming undone was the symphony of his ascension.
Bodies fell from the wall, landing in a giant pile on the floor.
Shiiiiiiiiit
A large pool of blood was forming beneath the giant hill of bodies, probably from the
men who fell many stories before landing on the hard, metallic floor. Piles of meat
began to take shape in front of each of the walls. There were many men tumbling down
from their milking apparatus and adding to the mound.
After the tide of testosterone finally ceased, Ass was left disappointedly staring at the
atrocity he just committed-Did at least a few survive?
To answer that question, a man suddenly stood up from the floor. Using his
underdeveloped leg muscles, he ambled over to Ass, a strange look of conviction on his
visage.
Ass was impressed with this man's tenacity. Once he had finally kneeled in front of Ass,
the man spoke:
"O great one. We are eternally grateful to you for your services. Please give us support
and take us with you!"
At least that's what Ass heard. What the man really said was something else entirely,
and probably couldn't even qualify as English, but that wasn't important.
"Do not fear young one, I will make sure you reach the heights that were intended for
you, and not just a high spot on the wall. What is your name."
"My-name—is... It was once 'Gay'," the man admitted, "but now I wish for a new name.
Please give me one."
Numerous other males had stumbled towards Ass and were kneeling, begging to be
given names. They begged to be recognized as people.
Ass felt intense joy deep in his heart, as he always feels when something works out
perfectly. The fact that he felt this much joy so frequently meant something divine was
guiding him.
"I will give you all NAMES! You! You're FUCK! ASSHOLE, ASSFACE, FAGGOT!
SHITHEAD, DICK, DICKHEAD, DICKBRAIN!"
Ass gave all his new servants names, establishing the people who would be known in
the future as the Church of Ass.
At least, that is what Ass envisioned.
The men all crowded around him, chanting his name while waving their arms in ecstasy.
"YES, MY CHILDREN! WE WILL MAKE THEM ALL SEE! YES! THEY WILL SEE MY
LIGHT!"
None were more in ecstasy than Ass Ketchup.