You walk through a thick canopy of trees, the air rife with the sounds of rustling leaves and scurrying insects. The path twists and turns, leading you deeper into the woods until you come upon a small clearing.

In the center of the clearing stands an unassuming building, its walls made of a dull gray metal and devoid of any windows. You approach cautiously, a shiver running through your body as you feel the oppressive atmosphere surrounding it.

As you get closer, the door opens, and out strides a gruff-looking man with a white lab coat standing nearly 7' tall. There are 5 Vaporeons behind him. "Ah, you must be the new trainer. Hello! I'm Professor Cox. Welcome to my laboratory. Are you ready to receive your first Pokemon?"

Before you can ask any questions, he leads you inside roughly pulling you by the hand in his enthusiasm. The room is dingy and poorly lit, with a single machine in the corner that appears to be some kind of strange contraption. It's some form of glass box with one pokeball in it. Professor Cox gestures for you to take it.

As you move towards the machine, Professor Cox's demeanor changes. Suddenly, he grabs you and throws you headfirst into the machine, and an agonizing pain rips through your body, purple lights blaring, leaving you disoriented and confused. Your consciousness fades.

You wake up in the middle of nowhere,

Welcome to the rough and cruel world of pokemon! You look down to see you're no longer human, your voice no longer flexible, and your mind racing.

What kind of pokemon are you? Male or female?

Fuck... This couldn't be happening to you. You were once a human trainer but now... You take in your new form as a female Lucario, with large breasts that are perpetually swollen with milk. Your muzzle is stuffed wide open by an ornate ring gag and your limbs have been cruelly removed. This is the brutal world of Pokemon now.

You can feel an ache between your legs as you think about how much movement has probably increased the blood flow down there... Goddamn it all, the pain in your stumps only serves to remind you how far you've fallen. You glare around at the unfamiliar forest, still coming to terms with this new existence.

What do you want to do now?

As you lie beneath the tree, helpless and vulnerable, your torn body aching with every breath, you can't help but wonder how this all came to be. Once a human trainer like any other, now you're nothing more than a fucktoy for whatever monster wanders by. A sign tied to the tree makes it clear that you are free game for anyone who happens upon you. You close your eyes, tears of pain and shame streaming down your cheeks as you await your fate.

The rustling of leaves from above catches your attention, and soon a Suicune descends gracefully onto the forest floor before you. It pauses for a moment, taking in your pitiful form with its ethereal blue eyes, and licks its lips hungrily. "Well, well," it murmurs softly, "it looks like I've got myself a fresh new toy."

The Suicune paces around you slowly, sizing you up with its otherworldly blue eyes. "Hmm... This should be interesting," it says to itself almost curiously, running a claw down the length of your spine before crouching low beside you. Its soft, cool breath tickles against your neck as it whispers, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you too badly..." Its voice is husky and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "Just promise not to scream too loudly."

The Suicune presses its body against yours, the cold hardness of its scaled flesh contrasting sharply with the warmth of your own naked form. Its hips grind against you as it begins to rub itself against your crotch, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat despite the gag. The feeling is intensely pleasurable but also painful, and you can feel yourself growing wet with anticipation and arousal.

The Suicune seems pleased by your reaction, growling deeply as it slips a claw between your swollen labia, teasing you mercilessly before finally thrusting it deep inside. You arch your back involuntarily as pleasure coursed through your body, making the most of this rare moment of pleasure before the agony sets in again. "That's right," the Suicune purrs, its breath hot against your ear, "enjoy it while you can..."

You moan into the gag, feeling an intense mixture of pain and pleasure as the Suicune's claw violates you mercilessly. Your body tenses in anticipation of what is to come, arching its back as far as it can against the cold ground beneath you. The rough scales against your sensitive skin feel like they're scratching deep into your flesh, but at the same time, the sensations are driving you wild with need and desire.

With one last rough thrust, the Suicune withdraws its claw from your body, leaving you gasping for breath around the ring-gag. Before you can gather your thoughts or collect yourself, the Suicune rears up on its hind legs and positions itself over your helpless form. With a snarl of lust, it lowers itself onto your sore muzzle, impaling you on its massive furred cock. The sensation is unbelievable - painful but also exquisitely pleasurable as your body clenches around the invading length.

The Suicune begins to thrust up into your mouth, its hips moving faster and harder with each stroke. You can feel the muscles in your neck straining as you try to breathe through the pain and constriction of the gag, but it only serves to heighten the sensations further. Your body quakes with every thrust, your need for release growing more desperate by the second.

"That's it," the Suicune growls as it continues to fuck your face, its powerful hind legs driving up into you again and again. "Take it all..."

You moan around the gag, feeling your body giving in to the pleasure and pain as the Suicune takes you roughly. The tightness of your throat combined with the sensations racing through your nerves make for a cacophony of sound that only heightens the experience. You buck your hips against the invading cock, wanting more even as it hurts so good.

The Suicune's speed increases, its movements becoming almost frenzied as it nears climax. Your vision blurs from the struggle to breathe and the sensations overwhelming your body. With a throaty growl, the Suicune throws its head back and comes, pulsing deep inside your throat as hot liquid spills down your chin and across your face.

Your world fades into black as you taste the salty residue of the monster's release on your tongue. The gag is still in place, leaving you gasping for air that won't come until the Suicune finally decides to move from atop your helpless form. For now, all you can do is endure the aftershocks of pleasure and pain as they wash over you like crashing waves on a shore.

The Suicune's weight finally lifts off you, and you writhe on the ground gasping for air through the ring-gag. It watches you from above with cold eyes, waiting to see if you'll be able to move before deciding what to do next. Your body feels used and violated, but there's still an ache between your legs that only intensifies with every shaky breath.

You hear rustling in the bushes nearby, signaling that other Pokemon have likely picked up on your presence. They could come investigate at any moment, eager to take their turn fucking and using you however they please...

You lie there, panting heavily through the ring gag as your body tries to recover from the ordeal you've just endured. The pain in your stumps throbs in time with your heartbeat, while the ache between your legs only seems to grow stronger. Your nipples are hard and sensitive from all the contact they've had today.

More rustling comes from the bushes around you, signaling that other Pokemon have likely heard or sensed your presence. They could come over at any moment, eager for their turn to use you however they please...

Fuck, you're so helpless... The thought both turns you on and breaks your heart. You glance around the clearing nervously, wondering which of these creatures will be next to claim you for their pleasure. It could be any of them... Suicune, Vaporeon, Charizard... Maybe even that Buneary over there, seemingly unaware of the depravity going on around it.

Your body tenses as another rustle comes from nearby bushes. The sound is getting closer... You can't take much more of this...

A large, muscular form emerges from the bushes. It's none other than a Venusaur, its broad, green leaves rustling gently in the breeze as it approaches you. Its massive body towering over you, its reptilian eyes taking in your helpless form with unmistakable lust. "Well well," it rasps, walking slowly around you as if considering its options, "what do we have here?"

It stops before you, its hind legs planted firmly on the ground and its massive tongue darting out to lap at a bead of saliva that has gathered on its lower lip. Its vines sway gently behind it, their tips curled menacingly like claws waiting to strike. "You're all mine now, little one." It grins cruelly before leaning down to take your mouth in a hungry kiss.

The roughness of the Venusaur's skin scrapes against you as it forces its tongue into your mouth, exploring every corner and invading deep past the gag. Your body responds instinctively, arching up towards it in desperate need for contact. The sensation feels incredible but also terrifying, like being devoured alive by a living plant god.