Pimp Master Brock
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 28
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Misty and Ash walked together through the Pewter town silently. Misty needed the quiet to focus for her up coming match against the Pewter gym leader, Brock. Ash used the silence to study his surroundings and learn as much as he could about this small town. He could tell it was a nice place, very quaint. There were a few shops, a museum, a pokemon center, houses and one gym. Defiantly not a bustling metropolitan, but nonetheless it was a nice little town. It made Ash long for his own nice little home town and wonder if he would ever see it again. Would he ever walk the grassy plains or visit his mother and eat her apple pie? Speaking of food, he was getting a little hungry.
“Misty, can we stop for food?” Ash whined, placing his hand on his grumbling tummy. Misty snapped her head towards her slave, narrowing her eyes on him in anger over having her meditation ruined.
“No,” she told him candidly. “I’ve already eaten today and you had a nice fart burger a little while ago. You’re not going to get anything else to eat today. Unless you’re interested in another fart burger?”
Misty slapped her jean-covered rear, indicating to the proper provider of her fart burgers. Ash gulped and started shaking his head franticly. One of Misty’s fart burgers was good enough for him, thank you very much. He still swore that he could smell the rancid flatulence that his master had spewed a few inches from his face. He wasn’t sure if her diet of unfortunate men was the cause for her bad gas and he honestly didn’t care. He just never wanted to be that close to the tomboy’s buttocks ever again.
The subject of food was dropped entirely and they continued to the gym. Misty was psyched up for her match, wondering if the gym leader would be as good as her sisters or better. She could barely contain her excitement as they stood in front of the entrance to the Pewter city gym.
“Okay, time for my match,” Misty told herself. She slapped her hands together and rubbed them in anticipation. She looked at Ash, a small frown on her face at seeing the boy gawk at the huge stone structure that was Pewter city’s gym.
“You better not embarrass me in there. Gym leaders are very stylish people, I should know, I come from a family of them. If you embrace me in any way in there, I’ll show out how bad my farts are when you’re a butt plug.” Misty smiled at the visualization of what that would be like, while Ash suppressed the urge to retch. He nodded to his master. He had no plans to do anything to humiliate her in there. Inside the gym, he would be the perfect, obedient slave and do anything Misty wanted. With both of them ready, Misty pushed open the doors to the gym and walked in to be immediately greeted by the gym leader.
“Welcome, bitchs to pimp master Brock’s gym of hos!”
The sound of ‘pimp master’ Brocks introduction was completely ignored by Ash and Misty as they took in the sight of the inside of Brock’s gym. The walls to ceiling were painted faded pink, while the floor was covered in with a shag rug. A ring was in the center, surrounded by painted rocks forming the shape of a heart. In the ring was a podium where on it was an assortment of scantily clad girls lying next to a very badly dressed man sitting on a thrown. The man’s wardrobe was a pair of parachute pants and a flowing fake fur coat. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, leaving his chest completely exposed where the various girls would rub his fit chest. It was so freaky that Misty and Ash could barely find their voices.
“You’re the Pewter City gym leader?” Misty asked, wondering if perhaps the real gym leader had left and hid gym had been turned into a gym.
“Dat right, bitch.”
“What did you call me?” Misty growled. Her hands clenched into fists and she stomped closer to the center of the gym where Brock was sitting. Her dreams of meeting a classy, intelligent gym leader had been abandoned and now replaced with a deep seeded hate for the leader of the gym. He may have only called her a bad name, but Misty had a lot of pride and when someone referred to her in a demeaning way, she knew it was crushing or eating time. She cracked her knuckles, wondering if she should shot up to her full fifty foot height when she was standing in front of Brock or slowly grow as she walked towards him. when she got within ten feet of her target, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her.
“What the…” she groaned and took a step back. The dizziness didn’t go away at all as she tried to move further away from Brock. Her legs felt like wet noodles and weakly she started to collapse. As she fell back, Ash ran up behind her, catching her before she could fall and crack her head. Ash held tightly to Misty, trying to keep her from falling down. Dazed, Misty looked into Ash’s eyes.
“This is the second time you’ve helped me, why?”
Misty didn’t give Ash time to answer, pushing him away, she crawled back to her feet. Defiantly, she stared up at Brock with hate burning from her forest green eyes.
“What are you doing to me?” She demanded, knowing it was this so called pimps fault she couldn’t stand on her own two feet. Brock stared down at her, a big grin on his face.
“Bitch, please, I’m doing this with my special ability. I got what you’d call these pheromones and shit that make women do whatever I want them to do. I got me a whole harem full of sexy bitches completely under my control. I was actually trying to turn you into one of my hos, but it didn’t work. You some kinda shemale or something, he-bitch?”
Brock laughed and made his hos laugh with him. Misty growled at Brock, promising pain and suffering once this match was done. She was going to beat him in a pokemon fight, then beat him in a real fight and then wipe this pig off the face of the world. But first she had to figure out how she was going to stay upright. Brock's pheromones may not be turning her into one of his so called hos, but it was still making Misty inebriated. She had to win though, not only for the badge, but to put this bastard in his place. She couldn’t let trash like this ruin the name of gym leaders everywhere.
“Misty, can we stop for food?” Ash whined, placing his hand on his grumbling tummy. Misty snapped her head towards her slave, narrowing her eyes on him in anger over having her meditation ruined.
“No,” she told him candidly. “I’ve already eaten today and you had a nice fart burger a little while ago. You’re not going to get anything else to eat today. Unless you’re interested in another fart burger?”
Misty slapped her jean-covered rear, indicating to the proper provider of her fart burgers. Ash gulped and started shaking his head franticly. One of Misty’s fart burgers was good enough for him, thank you very much. He still swore that he could smell the rancid flatulence that his master had spewed a few inches from his face. He wasn’t sure if her diet of unfortunate men was the cause for her bad gas and he honestly didn’t care. He just never wanted to be that close to the tomboy’s buttocks ever again.
The subject of food was dropped entirely and they continued to the gym. Misty was psyched up for her match, wondering if the gym leader would be as good as her sisters or better. She could barely contain her excitement as they stood in front of the entrance to the Pewter city gym.
“Okay, time for my match,” Misty told herself. She slapped her hands together and rubbed them in anticipation. She looked at Ash, a small frown on her face at seeing the boy gawk at the huge stone structure that was Pewter city’s gym.
“You better not embarrass me in there. Gym leaders are very stylish people, I should know, I come from a family of them. If you embrace me in any way in there, I’ll show out how bad my farts are when you’re a butt plug.” Misty smiled at the visualization of what that would be like, while Ash suppressed the urge to retch. He nodded to his master. He had no plans to do anything to humiliate her in there. Inside the gym, he would be the perfect, obedient slave and do anything Misty wanted. With both of them ready, Misty pushed open the doors to the gym and walked in to be immediately greeted by the gym leader.
“Welcome, bitchs to pimp master Brock’s gym of hos!”
The sound of ‘pimp master’ Brocks introduction was completely ignored by Ash and Misty as they took in the sight of the inside of Brock’s gym. The walls to ceiling were painted faded pink, while the floor was covered in with a shag rug. A ring was in the center, surrounded by painted rocks forming the shape of a heart. In the ring was a podium where on it was an assortment of scantily clad girls lying next to a very badly dressed man sitting on a thrown. The man’s wardrobe was a pair of parachute pants and a flowing fake fur coat. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, leaving his chest completely exposed where the various girls would rub his fit chest. It was so freaky that Misty and Ash could barely find their voices.
“You’re the Pewter City gym leader?” Misty asked, wondering if perhaps the real gym leader had left and hid gym had been turned into a gym.
“Dat right, bitch.”
“What did you call me?” Misty growled. Her hands clenched into fists and she stomped closer to the center of the gym where Brock was sitting. Her dreams of meeting a classy, intelligent gym leader had been abandoned and now replaced with a deep seeded hate for the leader of the gym. He may have only called her a bad name, but Misty had a lot of pride and when someone referred to her in a demeaning way, she knew it was crushing or eating time. She cracked her knuckles, wondering if she should shot up to her full fifty foot height when she was standing in front of Brock or slowly grow as she walked towards him. when she got within ten feet of her target, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her.
“What the…” she groaned and took a step back. The dizziness didn’t go away at all as she tried to move further away from Brock. Her legs felt like wet noodles and weakly she started to collapse. As she fell back, Ash ran up behind her, catching her before she could fall and crack her head. Ash held tightly to Misty, trying to keep her from falling down. Dazed, Misty looked into Ash’s eyes.
“This is the second time you’ve helped me, why?”
Misty didn’t give Ash time to answer, pushing him away, she crawled back to her feet. Defiantly, she stared up at Brock with hate burning from her forest green eyes.
“What are you doing to me?” She demanded, knowing it was this so called pimps fault she couldn’t stand on her own two feet. Brock stared down at her, a big grin on his face.
“Bitch, please, I’m doing this with my special ability. I got what you’d call these pheromones and shit that make women do whatever I want them to do. I got me a whole harem full of sexy bitches completely under my control. I was actually trying to turn you into one of my hos, but it didn’t work. You some kinda shemale or something, he-bitch?”
Brock laughed and made his hos laugh with him. Misty growled at Brock, promising pain and suffering once this match was done. She was going to beat him in a pokemon fight, then beat him in a real fight and then wipe this pig off the face of the world. But first she had to figure out how she was going to stay upright. Brock's pheromones may not be turning her into one of his so called hos, but it was still making Misty inebriated. She had to win though, not only for the badge, but to put this bastard in his place. She couldn’t let trash like this ruin the name of gym leaders everywhere.
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