* * * * * Chapter 3: The Tetra-City Alliance * * * * *
A meeting was being held in a dark room. One glance at the people sitting in the seats around the round table was enough to make you understand just how important these people were. The self-confidence that exuded from their very flesh was enough to make even the most tired man snap to attention.
A big burly man, clad in a military uniform stepped forward. He gently placed his meaty arm down on the table.
"I call this meeting to order. We are gathered here today to discuss the fall of Cerulean city."
He looked around at the other members surrounding the table. A woman wearing a flowery dress that almost looked like a housecoat spoke:
"Are we sure it's really done for? We'd better make sure before we proceed."
Her name was Erekta. She was the C.E.O of the grass gym in Celadon city. Her city was not only green due to the abundance of illegally produced marijuana plants being grown, but because of the sheer amount of money that the sales of it brought in.
There was a suspicious bulge jutting out from her robes that made everyone do a double take.
Best to stay on this one's good side...
All the other people gathered were thinking the same thing, but only one of them replied.
"My spies have confirmed it. The gym leader Misty, or rather, Musty, is dead. The details of... 'its' death are unknown, but it is true that the entire operation of that city is now controlled by someone else."
Koma. The leader of the poison gym in Fuchsia city. His information network was nothing to sneeze at, as he had operatives all over Kanto, using his alcohol business as a cover. No one can keep their mouth shut after consuming one of his specialized, potent drinks (he roofies people).
"Well, is there any way for us to get more information?" Erekta asked. "Honestly, if I'm going to commit any resources towards removing this tumor, then I will need more to go on than just that."
"I'm trying my best here. It's not the easiest thing to get information from th-"
"I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW! SHUT SHUT SHUT SHUT UP!"
The other members stared as one of the women started to suddenly shout. Noticing all of the attention, she quieted down.
"Sorry, I wasn't talking to YOU, or YOU, or YOU!"
The woman in question was named Sabrina. She was the top dog of the psychic type gym in Saffron City. Although her city specialized in producing the finest psychedelics known to man, she didn't actually partake in any of them; she just had schizophrenia.
"Right," said the man in the military uniform. "Let's just put that aside for now. What's most important currently is deciding on our strategy moving forward. We are all in agreement that this kid is a problem, whether he wants to get along with us, or not."
The last member of this conference and the most intimidating one both at a glance, and under scrutiny, was Lt. Splooge. He was the leader of the electric gym in Vermillion city, commanding both a large army and cocaine empire. The giant bulge in his green cargo pants wasn't just for show; however, he unfortunately did not use it on the respective size of human.
"To start off with," he continued, "We need to agree to cooperate on this operation."
"Well, I think so long as you live up to your reputation in matters of war, then there shouldn't be an issue," Erekta said. "I agree to offer my full support of your offensive."
"No issues here. I pledge my assistance." Koma stated, shifting in his chair so his anal beads rubbed another area of his prostate.
"ME AND THE DEMONS WILL BE WITH YOU!"
"Heh," Lt. Splooge smiled; it was good to be trusted, even if it was by these dweebs, "Then let's get started. Koma, what else have you discovered?"
The people around the table turned their attention to Koma, and he looked back at them with a poisonous gaze that was befitting a poison gym leader. During the pause there was the distinct sound of an anal bead popping out of an anus.
"Hmph, very well. Keep in mind people died to get this information," he admonished," The city has fallen under the control of an organization called 'The Church of Ass', whatever the fuck that means."
"Ass?" Erekta repeated, blinking at him, "Are they some kind of scat fetish cult?"
Koma sighed. I mean who could blame him, even though he didn't believe the kind of bullcrap he was hearing from his spies, it was still frustrating trying to explain it to others.
"Yeah. It is named after their cult leader: Ass Ketchup. Whether or not this is a roundabout way to say 'shit', has yet to be discovered."
"No matter how you slice it, this sounds like an organization with a scat fetish." Lt. Splooge maintained.
"IT'S NOT PISS, IT'S SHIT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU! FUCK!"
The people around the table looked tiredly at Sabrina, and Koma resumed his information recital.
"Yeah well, like I said, we don't know. Anyways, the members of the Church of Ass have an army of ragged people with no combat training. These members are fanatical and worship this 'Ass' fellow. Most of their people are accompanied by nigorans, so we should be wary of that."
"I heard that they are mobilizing their troops to move forward to Saffron city," Erekta chimed in, grinning at Lt. Splooge and leaning forward, "So why is it that you called us here instead of Sabrina?"
The lieutenant glared back at her, gritting his teeth. He certainly had a hidden agenda and cock, but he wasn't about to tell her about it. Cum dripped down his pant leg as he stared.
"Yeah. And don't forget, this prick might come for your city after Saffron if we don't stop him, so really, I'm doing you a favor!"
Erekta rolled her eyes. "You underestimate our forces, but you aren't completely wrong I guess."
"That's right, so how about some gratitude. Anyways, I think we leave the logistics to the nerds and get down to brass tacks. Let's start by moving all our troops to the frontline between Cerulean city and Vermillion. If the troops camp out on the route, then they should be able to mobilize quickly."
Lt. Splooge looked around the room for approval, his cargo pants crackling stiffly as he swiveled.
Koma let out a 'hmph', Erekta just gave a small 'yeah yeah', and Sabrina actually gave an opinion:
"This is a dogshit strategy. The other routes will remain to our cities to form a supply line, with Vermillion city acting as a temporary military command center. However, if they capture Saffron city then they will be easily able to move out in other directions. I would like you all to note my protest in this sacrificial and selfish strategy."
"What the fuck? I didn't know you were actually sane," Lt. Splooge said.
Erekta and Koma were both staring at Sabrina in awe, amazed that this deranged human was able to form complete sentences.
"Well, if that is all, then I will be leaving now. I will send someone to handle logistics here and prepare to move troops from Vermillion city to Saffron. Good day gentlemen... and lady," Sabrina commented before leaving. "I'll accept the temporary loss of Saffron city, but you all had better help me reclaim it after this is all done."
She flashed Erekta a flirtatious smile then smoothly stood up and left.
There was silence. The silence would continue to be unbroken until they eventually unpacked what they had just witnessed.
I've known Sabrina quite a long time, did psychedelics cure her retardation?
It would seem that everyone had a lot to think about.
In another part of the world, not far from where the Tetra-City Alliance was formed, there was a massive gathering of people. In a grand coliseum, established the day Ass became the ruler of Cerulean city, there was ritual combat being held.
These trials by combat were not Ass's doing, but his followers'. The freed cum-spawn were very violent once they regained their health and muscle mass and proceeded to beat down and subjugate all of the poor people living in Cerulean city.
After this massive wave of change, the brutish naked men noticed that there were problems within their own ranks, specifically, there was no chain of command.
Which leads us to where we are now: Grand battles for the right to lead. The stands were filled with spectators, both naked men, and the civilians of Cerulean city.
"YEAHHHHHHH WOOOOO!"
"WHY COULDN'T I PARTICIPATE!?"
"DUDE YOU'RE LITERALLY IN THE RING."
Ass was overlooking the entire event from a high place, a special spectator's booth that was prepared specifically for him. It reeked of shit and piss and even the rotting corpse of an unlucky construction worker, but it proved their love for him, so he let it slide.
The shouts and screams of his subjects rang in his ears. He couldn't be prouder.
"Some fruit, O Great One?"
DICK, one of Ass's personal servants, reverently bowed and held up a carrot. It was unpeeled and still had dirt on it.
These fucking retards, Ass thought exasperatedly.
To punish his servant, Ass simply stood up, took the carrot, then jammed it deep into DICK's dick.
"GYAHHH!" the man, whose rag did not nearly cover enough, screamed.
"Now think about what you've done and learn some brain cells, lower life form. Heh."
Ass did not believe that they showed him the proper level of respect but was willing to wait and teach them the errors of his ways; he was a benevolent God after all.
"Winston from Overwatch!" Ass called, beckoning a giant black man with his finger, "Teach this fool some manners!"
The man, known as Winston from Overwatch, ripped his own soiled loincloth off and revealed his large erect cock. He proceeded to use this cock by ramming it deep into the stink-hole of DICK.
"Gahaha! Yes! Remember this shame, my child!" Ass shouted with glee, watching the interaction with interest, albeit not sexual interest.
Winston from Overwatch was emitting loud grunts as he did his work, focused entirely on punishing the foolish man. Once he neared his climax, he pulled out then sprayed out cum like a fire hose, sending DICK flying out of the spectator box and spiraling down to the sand below. A loud crack accompanied the sound of DICK hitting the ground.
"Well done, Winston from Overwatch!" Ass applauded. What a fine servant, Ass was impressed. But... How loyal was he? Ass felt some unease regarding his impressive servant.
To put it to the test Ass thought of a new command:
"Winston from Overwatch, kill yourself right now."
Ass was dead serious, and Winston from Overwatch could tell. The sturdy man gulped in fear and stared back into Ass's diabolical eyes; What he saw was something unrelenting, and terrifying.
Winston from Overatch's eyes darted around, looking for a possible escape route. Several nigoran were positioned around the margin of the box, staring fathomlessly back at him. It was either he shows his devotion to his leader by dying or die trying to escape.
With tears gathering in his eyes, Winston from Overwatch resignedly got onto his knees. He looked up at his God with moist and pleading eyes one last time, waiting for mercy, but there was none.
Ass lifted his chin, refusing to retract the order with an air of finality.
Suddenly standing up and breaking into a sprint, Winston from Overwatch yelled with primal fury, and dashed towards Ass, whose eyes widened in shock. The nigoran all jumped, but they were too slow.
Ass threw up his arms to defend himself from the tackle, preparing to receive a major blow, but it never came.
Winston from Overwatch jumped over the railing of the booth much like a Chinese office worker. Sadly, unlike a Chinese office worker, there was no suicide net, and he simply soared towards the sand below, landing with a sickening crunch.
"Jesus Christ," Ass mumbled. Although he was the one who ordered Winston from Overwatch to kill himself, he was still astounded that he complied in such a manner.
Hm... How loyal of him. Of course he would follow the will of God! What else could he do!
Ass smiled. He knew exactly how powerful he was now and was reveling in it.
In the sands below, the fighting had finally ended. There was only one man left standing atop a pile of gore and rags. He raised his hands in victory, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Ass stepped forward to the edge of the box, in plain view of everyone in the coliseum. He raised his hand, and after a brief pause, gave a thumbs up.
"Today, you, uh... your name is now FUCK, to demonstrate your superiority and to reward you for your success!"
The man kneeled from the top of the mountain of bodies and cried tears of happiness. The audience cheered.
"Come, my champion, you shall lead our legions into glory! We shall spread my greatness to the rest of the world! We will free them from their suffering and show them the truth of the world!"
Ass held out his arms, looking like a true supreme being, wreathed in light. Soaked in the admiration of everyone around, bathing in their esteem, and immersed in their reverence, was Ass Ketchup!
Apparently, he was sprayed with a lot of cum too from the spectators close to his booth, but they were soon brutally killed, so history never spoke of them.
Ass turned around and left the booth, ignoring the gang of nigoran males taking turns on the dead body in the corner.
Out on the outskirts of Saffron city, an army gathered. It was composed mainly of coked-up drywallers that were trained by Lt. Splooge himself. The remainder of the army was made up of regiments from both Fuchsia and Celadon city. This led to some conflict within the encampment, as the soldiers from Vermillion city were very prideful and were acting aggressively towards the rest of the army.
During the unrest, the leaders of each gym were trying to control their subordinates and keep them focused on preparing for the coming battle. It was a very difficult process due to the sheer amount of cocaine in the system of the Vermillion soldiers.
Amidst the excitement, Koma found himself worn out and ready to call it quits. He sighed and leaned against a randomly placed concrete wall, which was only there so he could tastefully lean against it. I mean why else would there be a random wall in the middle of the encampment?
"Looks like you've been hard at work," a voice commented from behind him.
Skillfully turning his body so he remained cooly leaning on the wall, Koma turned around to face the person who had called out to him.
"I have been. It looks like you've been slacking in that regard, Erekta," Koma replied.
She looked as fresh as a daisy, but then again, she always looked as fresh as a daisy. He was amazed at how she managed to pull that off despite her considerable number of responsibilities. He had sent out spies in the past to figure out her secrets, but they had never returned.
Perhaps that is a mission I should undertake personally.
Unbeknownst to him, she had secretly kidnapped those spies and pegged them to death, since she was a psychopathic dominatrix. It was her hidden dream to peg Koma.
"Yeah, well, being a grass gym leader has its perks. I'd like to think that by spending all this time around flowers, I've become one myself." She smiled at him, unwilling to give him any information, while thinking lascivious thoughts.
"Hmph, well if you won't tell me that's fine. It'll just be another mission for me to complete once this is over."
It was annoying, but Koma had to admit that Erekta was at least his equal in terms of competency. He knew that she would be a formidable opponent if they were to ever have conflict, which was why he figured he should start to gather intel on her while they worked together. Also, he had a secret wish to get pegged by Erekta.
"So, tell me, why did you have this wall dropped in here via helicopter? Was it really that important?" Erekta asked, curious about the reason. I mean, aren't we all?
"Why should I tell you?" Koma changed his leaning position and lifted his scarf to cover more of his face, "In my business, things don't aren't always clear, one must learn to observe things carefully and make inferences."
Erekta stared at him, and after a few seconds, gave a shrug.
"I still don't quite understand why you can't just tell me, I mean, you're right here. Is acting mysterious for no reason a kink of yours or something?"
Koma paused, and after a fair number of seconds decided to respond with:
"You wouldn't understand."
"Oh..."
There was silence for an uncomfortable amount of time. Both people just stood there, wondering who would speak first.
"Wel-"
"I me-"
They both spoke at the same time and then stopped. It was getting awkward as fuck, until the god damn Buddha arrived.
"What the hell are you two fuckers doing?" Lt. Splooge demanded as he strode over, "You know some dude is trying to rape your soldier's pokemans, right?! Get yer ass over there!"
"I was just asking Koma why he was leaning on the wall like some mental patient, but I guess that my idling was getting out of hand, I apologize."
"This woman here believed she understood me, but obviously that's impossible. You should learn from her mistake."
The two of them explained their actions but unfortunately this did not matter to Lt. Splooge. His eyes only narrowed and a vein on his forehead bulged, as well as one on his dick that ended up bursting, but no one could see that one. He came in his pants in fury, the cum being pink because the bloody rage that bled out into his tubes.
Seeing the bloodstain form around his bulge, Koma and Erekta both bowed their heads and ran away towards where soldiers were fucking their pokemans.
Those two better stay on task, and as for Sabrina...
There was no way she would cooperate with anything, unless her demons told her to. She could not be relied on, therefore Lt. Splooge judged it best to simply leave her out of his plans.
Only Lt. Splooge remained at the concrete wall in the middle of the camp. He punched the wall to get rid of his rage.
Was that the reason the wall was here truly? Only God knew.
"Sir!" A messenger came and ran up to him, "There's problems with our soldiers! We think the enemy has poisoned them!"
Fuck!
"Fuck yes!"
Ass was the one who poisoned the camp. He had snuck into the cook's place and ate him, leaving no trace. After putting on a brown-stained chef's uniform, Ass had served the camp his own special homemade recipe. What was that recipe, you may ask?
"You!"
A large military man in green with a commanding air confronted him. He had a few soldiers with him, but most of them were currently otherwise occupied.
"What did you do!" Lt. Splooge yelled, "Why the hell are the soldiers suddenly retarded!?"
Ass only chuckled in response. A smile like that of the Joker lay on his face.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, rather diabolically, staring deep into Lt. Splooge's soul.
The lieutenant gulped. Did he want to know? Around him, soldiers were screeching and shooting their guns all over the place, killing each other and any other living creature. Large numbers of pokemans were riddled with holes, their moves useless in the face of gunfire.
"Tell me." he decided finally, his voice heavy.
"Heh, of course you dumb piece of shit. I'll tell a peasant like you on a whim. What I did to your soldiers was technically poison. More specifically, I fed them a shit ton of LSD!"
Lt. Splooge opened his mouth in shock, he knew firsthand how detrimental LSD could be to a person from Sabrina. (Not really, he was confusing LSD with schizophrenia.)
"And what happens when LSD is fed to coked up soldiers?" Ass continued, beginning to pace around like a villain whose plan came to fruition.
Lt. Splooge, mouth dry, replied: "This. Complete anarchy. Portland."
Gunshots rang out around them, with confused screaming perforating their ears. Fires sprung up around the camp, filling the air with dark smoke. Naked men ran around the camp, adding boxes of LSD to the fires.
Numerous poison stings were shot, and the soldiers accompanying Lt. Splooge fell to the ground, each of them poisoned and paralyzed. The lieutenant barely noticed. He grabbed his handgun from his holster and expertly aimed it at Ass. Firing the bullet directly into the fucker's heart, Lt. Splooge's victory was assured.
However, the bullet bounced off.
"What!?"
Ass grinned, then pulled out his own handgun, pulling the trigger viciously many times in succession, as though he was a police officer that could claim self-defense. The man in green in front of him was quickly riddled with holes, blood spraying all over, until he fell over, dead.
"You know," Ass said, "If you wore bulletproof armor instead of a stupid tank top, then maybe you'd be alive."
He lifted his shirt off his turtle shell armor, showing it to the dead body, taunting the poor lieutenant even in death.
Ass looked around, taking in the sight. Most of the soldiers were dead, or still going insane. One woman was even running around screaming about demons. Ass figured she must have gotten a larger dose. (She had none.)
The LSD ridden smoke was permeating the camp, the surviving pokeman were now getting high on acid, and were shooting off elemental attacks at each other.
All according to plan. Heh. I have to thank whoever that hooded fellow is, who supplied us with the LSD.
He couldn't think of what would come after yet, though. The plan was still not finished. He took off in a random direction in the forest to take a fat piss; he couldn't stand victoriously atop a pile of bodies if he had a full bladder!
Two people were running through the woods at high speeds. A ninja and a grass woman, those are both valid occupations to explain their fast progress through the dense forest. As you've probably guessed, these people were Erekta and Koma.
After witnessing the disappointing scene of pokemans killing each other and turning into Swiss cheese, (yes, Switzerland canonically exists), the two had exchanged a glance, then promptly took off into the woods.
Their jaunt had taken them deep into the underbrush, until they just so happened to find a clearing. They decided to rest in the middle of the clearing, where they would be able to easily see any incoming pursuers.
"That was a disaster." Koma commented as they strode to the middle of the clearing. There was a huge rock sitting there that would be ideal to sit on. Perhaps if he were lucky enough, she would peg him on that hard, rough rock.
"Well, I guess we at least made it out alive. That means we still have hope, no?" Erekta replied, wiping sweat from her forehead.
They were nearing the rock now. Erekta thought about making a move on Koma and pegging him, but she would need to pin him down to ensure he wouldn't escape, which was easier said than done considering the fact he was a ninja.
"I was wondering when you little fuckers would show up. You kept me waiting!"
A voice called out from the sky–or was it heaven?
After the pair saw who sat up on the rock, they decided that it called out not from heaven, but surely hell.
"Heh, you little crumbs thought you could get away from me? Gods are omniscient, so you never stood a chance. Don't feel too bad about it!"
The little shit on the rock snapped his fingers, and a variety of pokemans revealed themselves around the edges of the clearing; the pokemans had the whole place surrounded. Raping intent reflected in their eyes; their cocks slowly unfurling, ready to do their duty.
"Shit." Koma mumbled, hands straying to his cock. His dull ninja uniform may be stealthy, but when he was surrounded by a herd of nigoran thirsting for holes, it wouldn't do a thing. His fight or flight instincts took over and he began frantically analyzing his situation.
The bulk of the pokeman surrounding them were nigoran, which he would rather avoid, as he had ample experience with how ferocious they are. In addition to this, there were metapogs in the bushes, using harden; if he were fucked by them, his asshole would surely lose its elasticity.
"Koma..." Erekta whispered to him; her expression grim. "I don't like the look of this."
What's this? Koma felt worried—but not for his sake.
He didn't want her to get hurt.
He clenched his teeth, his chest in shambles. He was feeling things he never thought he'd feel in this situation.
He needed to get them out of this.
"Any last words? I will take them with me, hehe," Ass called down from the top of his rock, covering one of his eyes with his hand. He probably thought it looked cool. (It didn't).
"Yes! Let us go! This was never our idea, that splooge man just dragged us along into it!"
An honest plea, or a lie?
I'm sure you've begun to understand Ass' personality enough at this point that you know he won't give a shit.
"Pokemans! RAPE THEM!"
SHIT!
Their time had run out; Koma had to do something, and fast!
Ah, there's the weak spot! That stupid kid!
It was true that Ass was sitting on a rock right in front of them, alone. Unfortunately for Koma, he was far from defenseless.
The ninja leapt upwards, his weeb weapon in hand, thrusting the sharp pointy tip of the blade towards Ass.
But he never made it.
Ass put a cap in him far before he made it to the top of the rock.
The poor man dressed in dark clothes slowly fell to the ground, looking like a sad leaf, leaking dark red blood from his chest.
"Koma!" Erekta screamed, her shaking hands covering her panicked mouth.
With the Pokemans closing in around them, she made a decision. She pulled off her clothes and revealed a giant red strap-on. In her final moments before she was brutally violated, she thrust out her pelvis and caught Koma midair on her dildo.
In that last, bittersweet moment, they both experienced true bliss.
They took that moment with them into eternity.