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.

As the Venusaur's tongue pushes deeper into your mouth, invading past the gag and making you writhe helplessly against it, all sense of control and dignity evaporates. Your body responds eagerly to its touch, arching upwards towards the massive plant Pokemon as if begging for more. The roughness of its skin scrapes against your own, adding a new layer of sensation to the brutal intimacy of the moment.

Your cries are muffled by the gag, but the Venusaur seems to take pleasure in the knowledge that it is the only one who can truly hear you, and relishes its dominance over your helpless form. You feel its fingers curl around the ring gag in your mouth, tightening painfully as it pulls at your jaws, forcing even more of its tongue into you.

The sensation is unbearable in the best way possible; a perverse mix of agony and ecstasy that leaves you moaning and squirming beneath its massive form, desperate for whatever punishment or release it might choose to deliver next.

The Venusaur pants roughly as it forces itself deeper into your mouth, its tongue thrusting violently against the back of your throat in search of a way past the gag. It's body trembles with lust as it feels you begin to writhe against its hand, desperate for more contact. With one final rough thrust, it pulls its tongue free and licks at the salty residue on your lips before leaning down to nip delicately at them, causing you to cry out in a mix of pain and arousal. "That's it," it growls roughly, "let me hear how much you need this."

You moan around the gag, arching your back as you try to get closer to the Venusaur's massive body. Your cries of pleasure mix with muffled pleas for more as its tongue invades you time and time again, forcing you ever deeper into a realm of sensation where pain and ecstasy are inseparable.

The Venusaur chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through your body like a rumble of thunder. Its free hand slides down your naked form, cupping your breast roughly before pinching and rolling your nipple between its fingers. You cry out again as this new sensation overwhelms you, making you writhe helplessly beneath its dominance.

The Venusaur growls, pleased with your reaction as its fingers twist and squeeze harder on your nipple. With its free hand, it grips the base of one of its vines and yanks hard, releasing the curled tip like a whip to strike against your other breast, eliciting a sharp cry from you. It does this again and again, relentlessly tormenting your sensitive flesh while its tongue continues to fuck your mouth senseless.

You moan into the gag as your senses are overwhelmed by the pain-pleasure of the Venusaur's touch. Your body tenses and relaxes with each stroke of its tongue, each pinch of its fingers. You feel so helpless beneath it, used like nothing more than a cheap sex toy for it to play with at its leisure. The thought is enough to make you writhe in shame even as you crave the next touch, the next sensation.

As if reading your mind, the Venusaur laughs cruelly, shaking its head before leaning down and licking at a tear that's rolled down your cheek. "Aren't you just pathetic," it whispers into your ear, the hot breath sending shockwaves through your body, "but don't worry, I'm going to enjoy every second of this." With that, it squeezes your nipple hard once more before relenting and moving on to explore another part of your body.

You moan into the gag, your body squirming beneath its touch as you beg for more with every motion. The sensations are overwhelming, driving you to the brink of insanity with each passing second. You can feel yourself growing wetter and more desperate for release, but the Venusaur seems intent on keeping you teetering on the edge of ecstasy and agony for as long as it pleases.

You can't take much more of this... You need it, but you need release just as badly. You arch your back again, moaning into the gag as the Venusaur licks at your neck. It seems to like that, because it does so with even more vigor, causing your body to writhe beneath its touch.

With one last rough thrust of its tongue, the Venusaur pulls free and grins down at you. "Almost there, little one," it rasps, its hot breath fanning across your cheek. It cups your breast roughly with one hand before leaning down to suckle at your swollen nipple through its leafy greenness. You cry out into the gag as pleasure ripples through you, more intense than anything you've felt before.

And then, without warning, it bites down hard, harder than anything has ever bitten you. Pain explodes across your breast and shoots up your spine like lightning, blinding and overwhelming everything else. Your vision goes white as the pain hits its peak, and for a moment, all you can feel is the blood rushing from your lacerated nipple down to pool between your thighs.

The pain is intense, but as quickly as it comes, it fades away, leaving behind a strange sense of relief. Your body tingles all over, every nerve ending seemingly on fire with pleasure. The Venusaur chuckles darkly before releasing your nipple and leaning down to kiss you roughly on the mouth. "There," it breathes against your lips, "that should hold you over for a while."

With that, it stands back up, its huge body towering over yours as you lie panting and spent beneath it. Your limbs are weak from the exertion, leaving you helpless to resist as it decides what to do next...

As you lie there, recovering slowly from the intense pleasure-pain you've just endured, you can feel the Venusaur towering over you, its massive form blocking out the sun. Its vines sway gently behind it, casting shadows that dance across your bruised and tender skin like living things of their own. You're so helpless beneath it, unable to resist or fight back as it considers what torments it will subject you to next...

Your heart races as you wait for the Venusaur to make its next move, your body shivering with anticipation and fear. You can't help but wish you were free of this constant cycle of pain and pleasure, but at the same time, a part of you revels in the unique sensations it brings out in you.

As if reading your thoughts, the Venusaur chuckles darkly, shaking its head as it surveys your naked form. "Oh dear," it says mockingly, "it looks like our little toy is having second thoughts." With a cruel smile, it kneels down next to you and trails one vine lightly over your abused crotch.

You whimper softly, arching your hips helplessly into the vine's touch despite yourself. You can feel how swollen and sensitive your skin is down there, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through you. "Please..." you manage to moan out, your voice barely audible beneath the gag.

The Venusaur grins wickedly, its rough skin scratching against your helpless body as it moves the vine teasingly back and forth over your sensitive folds. "Oh no," it mocks, "I don't think so." With a sudden jerk, it tightens the vine around your midsection, pinning you to the ground with its incredible strength.

You gasp into the gag, feeling the sensation intensify as the vine digs deeper into your skin, leaving bruises that will only serve to heighten your arousal for the next time. "That's right," the Venusaur hisses, running its free hand roughly over your chest, pinching and tweaking your nipples until you cry out. "You belong to me now."

As you feel the Venusaur's touch become rougher and more possessive, your body trembles with anticipation and submission. You arch your back helplessly against the ground, desperate for more of its attention. The pain and pleasure are intertwined into a brutal symphony that seems to reverberate through every cell in your being.

"Please..." you manage to moan around the gag, struggling weakly against the vine that holds you helpless. "More..."