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Politoe'd -A grrside story- "Oh, that's a good one! You say you want to be a Pokémon Master? What are you, ten? Hahahaa!" Mocked the obese frog. His lips were covered in crumbs of fried chicken and the buttons on his blue jacket were about to burst, barely hiding the yellow bellybutton of the amphibian. His round eyes were hidden behind thick framed black glasses and on top of his head were only three lonesome pointy hairs. His cheeks had an almost permanent pink blush on them which would make him kind of cute if it weren't for his morbid weight, rancid smell and most importantly because of his asshole-ness. "Seriously, don't you have anything better to do with your life than play games made for kids?" He kept saying as he took a handful of KFC from his bucket and devoured it all in seconds. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" He added finishing his sentence with a nasty burp. You thought of having a few words with him and explain to the fat guy how nowadays Pokémon is no longer just a game for kids, with the advancements of science making the breeding of actual living pokémon possible and all that, but you were already all psyched-up for the championship and didn't want to waste your energy on random haters. You entered the stadium and went to the counter to register your pokémon for battle. A woman dressed just like Nurse Joy from the Pokémon videogames and anime greeted you and with a smile she took the six pokéballs you had in your pocket. "Please, wait a minute while we make the pre-evaluation..." She put the pokéballs in a scanner and various data appeared on her monitor. "Oh, dear. Five of your pokémon are clear to take part on the championship but one of them doesn't meet the requirements." That took you by surprise, you asked her which one. "It's your Politoed. It weighs 28,7 kilograms. As per the national pokédex, this pokémon's average weight is of 33,9 kilograms. According to our regulations, pokémon more than 2 kilograms under their average weight are considered unfit for battle. I'm terribly sorry of the inconvenience, but there are lots of laws to prevent the harm of malnourished pokémon during sports or heavy workloads. Do you have any other pokémon?" You told the lady that you appreciated her time, and that you'd come back once you transferred other pokémon from your box. But as you got out from the stadium you were frustrated. This completely ruined your battle strategy, those six pokémon were your "mains" and while you had hundreds of other pokémon stored on your box they weren't trained enough...Did you really need to wait until next year to be able to compete? That thought was too terrifying...Oh! That's it! You could stuff your Politoed with food, if you were fast enough you could make it gain a few kilograms before the championship started. It was a bit of a crazy idea but it could work. You rode your bike and searched for someplace where you could stuff your pokémon with food. Most restaurants and buffets nearby had a "No pokémon allowed" sign on their doors, but you saw a fast food joint that allowed them and all they sold were fatty meals, it was perfect! "Hello!" You said as you entered. "I want, no, I desperately NEED four buckets of whatever crap you here!" "Oh, my, what an astonishing appetite for an Ash Ketchum cosplayer like you!" The man at the counter said complimenting your clothing style. "However we're out of stock until the next shipment arrives tomorrow...Sorry about that." "Uh?" That was surprising, you had never heard of a fast food joint running out of food. "How's that?" You asked. "Well, we had a promotion, 'all the chicken you can eat for only 9,99$', and some idiot forgot to put 'limit 20 pieces of chicken per person' on the fine print and...Well, let's just say that we could only serve one customer today." Said the man ashamed. "...That idiot wasn't me by the way, but don't tell the manager about this!" You promised to the guy that you wouldn't, but you were intrigued about this person. You headed to the tables and... "226...227...228..." Said a voice behind the mountain of fried chicken. "229...*BURP!*" "It's you!" You exclaimed when you saw the same frog that had laughed his ass off at you for being a pokémon trainer. "I don't know who you are." Said the frog with his mouth full. "You must either be mistaking me for someone else or you must be someone so utterly irrelevant to me that I didn't bother to register you in my long-term memory. *BURP!!!*" You were sure the fatass remembered you but was playing dumb. "You're really going to eat all that?" You said pointing to the giant pile of fried chicken on the table. Suddenly the horizontal lines that conformed the frog's pupils tilted in a furious expression and the frog hugged the pile of food. "MINEEE!!!" He cried in an animalistic roar. "No way I'm giving any of my food to anyone, much less to a pokétard like you! *BURP!*" It was obvious the frog wouldn't let you touch his food. Whatever, there wasn't a point anymore. The registration for the championship closed in less than 20 minutes, you had wasted a lot of valuable time talking to this idiot. "Why the long face?" Said the fat frog as he stuffed himself with another handful of fast food. "Ifth yoth worrieth thath muthch you'll geth thin." "What?" "I saidth that ifth yoth worrieth thath mutch you'll geth thin." "Uh?" "Whatheverth." Said the frog swallowing the food. "245...246...*COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!*" The frog's eyes opened wide and his hands went to his throat as his unconscious huge form flopped against the pile of chicken, his body not moving apart from his right leg twitching a little. You'd worry about the fatso having died if it weren't for the loud snoring and light farting noises he was making. "Mine...Zzzzz...247..." Holy shit, he was sleep eating? How was that even possible?! Well, certainly THIS frog wasn't undernourished... Actually, as you looked at the snoring frog a devilish idea formed in your head...It was a crazy, nonsensical idea that would probably never work but... "No, don't do it!" An imaginary Gardevoir dressed like an angel whispered in your ear. "He's just a poor soul obsessed with junk food, it's society's fault that he acted like a jerk to you!" "DO IT!!! He deserves it!" Yelled another product of your imagination, this one shaped like a Gengar dressed up as a demon. "He's an asshole, he mocked your love of Pokémon! Besides, look at how the fatass sleeps, he won't even notice he's being used! You won't win the championship but at least you'll get revenge on this fucker!" "Yuck! Gengar, mind your language!" Scolded the Gardevoir. "Seriously? You're gonna act all sophisticated now?" Replied the nasty Gengar. "You sure as hell don't mind my language whenever I make you my bitch in bed!" "H-Hey!" The Gardevoir blushed. "What happens in our bedroom is nobody else's business!" "Ha, you say it as if you were implying we only fuck in our bedroom...You whore." Replied the Gengar as he stroked his cock absent-mindedly. "D-Dammit! I always get so turned on whenever you treat me like a slut..." Confessed the no longer ladylike Gardevoir. "Please don't stop!" The two figments of your imagination stripped off their angel and demon costumes and started making out, the Gengar insulting the girl as he placed his big fat ghost-type dick between her breasts. "Hey!" You said. "I thought you were supposed to help me decide what to do!" "I dunno, whatever Master says..." Said Gardevoir seconds before taking all of the eight-inch purple sausage in her mouth. "Yeah...Just like that bitch...Ugh...Uh? You're still imagining us? Just go ahead with the plan or whatever! Oh...Yes..." And so, the imaginary pokémon returned into the back of your perverted and slightly twisted mind. The plan was quite simple actually. The clownish frog in front of you would make the perfect Politoed, you just had to throw a pokéball at him and register him as your battler. You just had to make a few small adjustments... You reached over for your bag and took out a small pair of scissors which you used to cut the bandages when curing your pokémon. You got hold of two of the frog's hairs on his forehead and cut them off, leaving the fat guy only one hair left to be completely bald. The next part was a bit more tricky. You took a permanent green marker from your coloring kit and then, instinctively holding your breath, you unbuttoned the frog's jacket, his huge yellow sweaty mess of a gut exploding against the table. "Zzz...Mmm...Much better...265..." You almost puked when you saw the yellow pillows that were the frog's moobs. They were covered in sweat and ended in two big greasy nipples. Using the green marker, you painted a green spiral just like the ones Politoeds had on their bellies. You got alarmed for a second when the marker was swallowed by the belly's navel as you painted it, but the frog didn't wake up. You pulled out the marker from the huge bellybutton and discovered with disgust that its tip was now covered in some mysterious sticky yellow substance. You wouldn't use this marker for coloring green pastures ever again. Taking a few steps back, you admired your masterpiece. He looked like perfect specimen of a giant Politoed now. For the last final touch, you removed the thick-framed glasses from its face. "Here goes nothing..." You said as you took out an empty pokéball and threw it at the frog. A red ray came out from the ball and scanned the creature. Its visual sensors were 98,9% sure the subject in front of it was indeed a Politoed, so it proceeded to try and capture him. The huge frog disappeared, and the pokéball made a clicking sound as it closed. "Yes! Incredible, it worked!" You put the artifact in your pocket, the pokéball containing your real Politoed being transferred to your box. Hopefully the sensors at the stadium were as inaccurate as the ones used on pokéballs. There were seven minutes left until the registration closed, if you used your bike you should be able to arrive just in time! Holding onto your hat, you rode your bike at full speed, blasting through the streets in direction to the stadium. "Your pokémon team has been accepted into the competition." Said the pink-haired girl. You felt relieved, you had managed to arrive in the last minute, and the nurse didn't suspect a thing about your 'Politoed'. "Your first battle in the tournament starts in three hours. During that time your pokémon will be subjected to a health check-up for the sake of their safety. Until the tournament ends or you're disqualified, you'll be unable to withdraw any pokémon from your Battle Box. In this particular tournament items aren't allowed, so if we find your pokémon has any item equipped it'll be removed and transferred into your item box...Also..." The nurse went on and on about the usual rules, but you were too busy to listen to them all because you were freaking out about the unexpected fact that there was going to be a health check-up. They were Pokémon experts, most probably they would be competent enough to realize your Pokémon wasn't a Pokémon...Right?

"Something smells fishy about this Machamp..." Said one of the men in protective yellow suits. Everybody in charge of the health procedures had to wear them in case a poisonous pokémon went awry. "Yeah, that's very common among Machamps." Replied another. "After all, they have four armpits..." "Uh...I didn't mean it in that way. Look at his musculature, doesn't it look too unreal? I think his trainer may have given him Rare Candy..." "Now that you mention it...You're right! You'd better check his blood sugar levels just in case. We'll need blood and urine samples." "Roger that." Said the man getting his equipment ready. "Oh, while you are at it," Added his partner as he eyed the next pokéball coming through a conveyor belt. "Collect a semen sample as well." "MA-MACHAMP?!" Cried the burly pokémon as he was carried away. The man in the yellow suit placed the pokéball on a scanner. "Oh, this one's a Politoed. I like these funny little guys." He threw the ball at a small operating table and he was shocked to learn the "funny little guy" was at least four times bigger in size to what he had expected. Obviously the small operating table wasn't enough to support the fatso's weight, so it fell apart in a big *CRASH!* "Holy shit, someone took the undernourishment law very seriously! That's the biggest Politoed I've ever seen!" Said the man with his mouth hanging open. "I think we'll need a bigger table..." He went to another room to search for the hanger they used to transport Snorlaxes. "Ugh...My head..." Said the frog scratching his head. He had been sleeping so peacefully after his stuffing that he hadn't even realized he had been inside a pokéball all this time. "Who the hell interrupted my after-lunch nap?! It's the second most-important nap of the day!...Umm? Where am I? Everything's so blurry..." The frog gasped when he touched his face and realized his glasses were gone. "Crap, I'm completely lost without them. Wait...My jacket is unbuttoned?" He thought aloud feeling cold on his huge belly. "That can only mean...My gut made another one of my buttons explode! Fuck yeah! My body's just too sexy for my jacket!" He said triumphantly. He loved when he gained weight, it made feel himself fat and sexy. It was his guilty pleasure. The living sack of green fat slowly incorporated itself from the remains of the table. "Mmm, let's see...I think that's a door..." The frog blindly walked through the room, his body fat struggling not to bump into anything. He reached the door and could hear voices behind it. He casually opened the door and asked: "Hey, do any of you know where my glasses a-OH MY GOD!" The frog shrieked when he distinguished the unmistakable figure of a man jerking off the giant dick of a four-armed guy, and consequently closed the door. "W-w-where..." Stammered the freaked out green fatso. "...The hell...Am I...?" Then a yellow figure pushing a heavy piece of machinery approached him. "Oh, there you are. I know this thing is made for Snorlaxes, but I think it'll do for you." "Uh?" The frog was very confused. Even more so when the yellow figure took hold of his unsuspecting slimey hands and cuffed them. The mysterious man pressed a button on the machine and a rope connected to the cuffs made the fat amphibian elevate into the air. "Ahhhh!" He yelled. "Calm down big Polited, it'll be over soon. Let me connect this thing here..." "Politoed?" The frog asked. "I know, I know. Don't be scared Politoed, we're just going to check you up to see if you're fit for battle..." Why the hell was this man mistaking him for a Politoed? He didn't look at all like one. He was much more sexy, for one thing. His yellow belly was huge and...Wait, why is there a green spiral on his belly? And most importantly, why is there only one pointy hair obscuring his vision?! What the fuck had happened?! The frog had a lot of explaining to do. He had to tell this man that he wasn't a pokémon. That he didn't even liked those kiddie games. That he actually was a young frog called Ranito, from Spain. However when he opened his mouth to speak the man placed something in his mouth, some kind of tube, muffling his voice. The only word that the fat frog had managed to say to this man had been 'Politoed?', which only seemed to affirm that he was indeed a pokémon. "Mmmmf! Mmmmf!" Cried the obese frog. "I'm done with the Machamp." Entered another yellow figure cleaning off spooges of semen off his suit. "Ah, perfect. Can you help me with this Politoed? Its trainer has put all sort of accessories on it. Remove them all and place them on the transporter." The frog wondered what the man meant by 'accessories'. "This green blob is a Politoed?" Asked the new figure, genuinely surprised. "Holy shit, is this fatso even able to stand up with all that weight?" The frog may secretly enjoy being fat, but he didn't enjoy being called a fatso, specially while his arms were tied and his mouth gagged, making him completely exposed and unable to talk back. What he didn't know was the he was about to feel much more exposed. "MMMF!" Cried Ranito when the man in the yellow suit took hold of his blue jacket and struggled to take it off as it was glued to the frog's fatty rolls. Eventually he forced it so much the jacket ripped in two. "Oops. Oh well, we'll just say to his trainer that it was some teleporter malfunction." The frog's red cheeks turned even redder when he realized his huge gut was now in full exposure to the two men. He wanted to cover his nipples with his hands, but he was unable to. "Fuck, it's the first Politoed that I see that has such a big pair of boobs. Or any boobs at all for that matter." The frog's sneakers and socks were the next to go away. But the frog was already dreading what was coming next: his pants. "Why the hell does its trainer put so many ornaments on his pokémon?" The man said when he lowered the frog's pants. "They are all covered in slime. I'd just let it go naked and save the money and effort. Much easier that way." "Oh, right. I'm sure you wouldn't like to be the one being stripped naked..." Thought the frog. "Done." Said the man after placing the clothes on the teleporter, where they disappeared in a flash much to the frog's dismay. "But it's still wearing an accessory." Said his partner pointing to the frog's dark blue boxer shorts. The frog used his legs to cover them, not wanting to be stripped of his last shred of dignity. "I don't think underpants are a problem." Said the man. The frog nodded repeatedly. "How so?" "Well, the Machamp before him wore a wrestler's belt..." "Machamp's belts are officially registered in the National Pokédex. However, do you see any blue boxers in the Politoed's entry?" "No..." "Then off with them." "No! Get your hands off me!" Said the frog kicking the air in front of him. But being the lazy fatass as he was, he got tired after a few seconds of effort and gave up. Finally, he felt the cold air of the room caress his bottom and penetrate his crotch. "Weird, I imagined 'her' as a 'he' all this time." The frog's cheeks were burning red at the man's comments. Of course he was a 'he'! "Maybe it's just its weight. Its penis may be buried below that fat pad. Check it out, will ya?" "Wait, WHAT?!" If that weren't enough, they wanted a full inspection of his crotch! Ranito didn't know what dignity he had left on him. He closed his eyes as he felt the rubbery tip of the yellow glove touch his unmentionables. "Find it?" "No...Maybe I just have to dig deeper..." The man said as he explored the stinky fat crotch. "I think it's a girl...Oh wait..." He noticed a slimy transparent liquid coming out from the fat pad, he brought his finger to his nose and smelled it. "Semen. No doubt about it, it's a male." "With such an equipment, how would he be able to reproduce?" The other man genuinely wondered. "There's more body fat than genitals on that crotch." "With a body like this he should be glad he won't be able to able to pass on his genes." The man replied slapping the side of Ranito's belly, which jiggled like jello. Ranito wanted to cry. "Please stop already...I've been humiliated enough..." "Well, he'll sure make for an...interesting battle. Maybe that's why his owner has overfed him, to make his battle go viral on the net." The severity of his situation finally dawned on Ranito. "I'm going to be in a pokémon battle...In a stadium full of people and broadcasted live...Completely naked?!" "MMMF! MMMF! MMMF!" "Well, it obviously looks like this one hasn't been fed Rare Candy...Just a lot of other kinds of food instead." Said the man as the frog's saliva was analyzed through the tube placed on his mouth. We've already lost a lot of valuable time with this one, let's get him down and put him on his pokéball." "We can just make him return to his pokéball, that way we wouldn't have to untie him and get him down and all that." "Good idea, it'll save us lots of time." And the man did just that, ruining the frog's last chance to speak up about his real identity or run away.

Ranito could only see darkness as his body was forced to curl up inside the ball. He tried to struggle, but there wasn't much he could do in his fetal position. "I'm inside a pokéball? That means I've shrunk...Ugh, that's some icky stuff to think about." The frog's eyes darted upwards, where a distorted image of the man holding his ball could be seen through some sort of spherical window. "Hey, let me out of here!" Yelled the frog to no avail. The pokéball containing him was placed inside a box along with five other pokéballs, which was delivered somewhere else through a conveyor belt. The frog was starting to feel dizzy from the motion sickness, but finally a pink-haired girl took hold of the box. "Thanks for waiting", she said. "Here are your pokémon. They're all in perfect condition. Good luck!" The uncomfortable and undignified frog would have gladly objected to the girl's 'perfect condition' remark but then he saw who was the one receiving the box. "It's you! You're that stupid pokétard I saw before! You little fucker, I'm gonna beat you up until you puke your insides out! You have no idea what I've been through!" You noticed that the pokéball containing your 'Politoed' was shaking furiously...You felt glad you couldn't hear anything he had to say.

Let's be honest. Your performance in the tournament was good for a beginner, but damn, your first rival sure was dedicated on his pokémon training. You managed to defeat three of his pokémon, but your fifth pokémon had just fainted. "Even among pokétards, you suck!" Ranito yelled from the comfort of his pokéball. "Damn, watching sports is so boring. If at least I had some snacks..." "Seems like our newcomer is against the ropes!" The announcer's voice said. "We hope your Politoed can come off with a good reversal!" Suddenly Ranito remembered why he was inside a pokéball. "Oh, crap..." You held the shaking pokéball containing your last hope...Maybe...Just maybe...Nah, it was impossible the fat guy could win against a fire-breathing Charizard...Wait, water is strong against fire, right? Frogs love water, so that makes them water types...Yeah, it was worth a shot. It was too late to back off now anyway. "Just admit it, you like the idea of humiliating the fatso..." Said your imaginary Gengar with a cigar on his mouth and wiping off some remains of cum from his cock with a hand towel. "Look at the determined look on the eyes of our newcomer! Seems like the battle isn't over folks!" Said the announcer. You turned your cap sideways to look cooler for some reason and threw the pokéball containing Ranito. "Go, Politoed!" An uncomfortable silence filled the stadium as instead of a small and cute pokémon a huge stinking mass of green lard appeared on the battlefield. "Yikes!" Said Ranito with one arm covering his crotch and another covering his exposed nipples. "Uh...So..." The announcer's voice didn't know what to say. "Seems like this Politoed is quite shy about his 'huge' debut...So...Er...Well, we're sure he'll break some of the 'biggest' world records here at the tournament!" Ranito was paralyzed in his humbling position. "Everybody's...Looking at me..." He hoped nobody would recognize him. If they realized the fat pokémon on the battlefield was actually a naked guy his dignity was over forever...The only thing he could do was play along. "Er...Po-Politoed!" Ranito said in a robotic and shaky voice. "Yeah, that's what I am now, I'm totally not a fat guy appearing naked on national TV..." "What's that? Oh, seems like Politoed actually is going to fight!" "Politoed! Politoed!" Ranito wanted to die every time he said that word. "Politoed! Politoed!" You were happy the fatso was cooperating, this would make everything easier. "Go, Politoed! Use Lick attack!" Ranito was about to ask you "Lick what?" when he noticed the Charizard on the other side of the battlefield. "Oh, you mean that giant fire-breathing dragon...Wait, WHAT?!" Ranito was so freaking screwed. But he had to play along. The entire audience contemplated in silence how the fat frog slowly walked towards the dragon, his arms still covering his nudity, and then stood right in front of the lizard. "Here goes...Lick attack!" Ranito puckered his lips up and gave a very quick lick to the Charizard's right knee. ... "Politoed!" The frog yelled with pride. "That was a...Very interesting attack..." Was all the announcer managed to say. "However, it seems like Charizard didn't find it that funny..." The angry dragon took hold of the ridiculous frog in front of him with his paw and started to smash his almost bald head against the ground. "PO-POLITOEEED! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!" Said the frog with every consecutive hit. Then the Charizard curled the frog into a ball and kicked him far away. "What are you doing, Charizard?" Said your rival. "You are not obeying my commands at all!" "Seems like neither pokémon is using standard attacks, this sure is an interesting bout!" The announcer said. "Politoed, stand up!" You yelled. "Use Water Gun!" But Ranito's head was still spinning from the fall. He hadn't managed to get up from the ground when the huge dragon's head appeared above him, his huge teeth showing. "PO-POLITOEEEEEEEEED!!!" The frog was so scared a yellow stream of piss shot from his crotch and hit the dragon's left eye. "CHARRR!" Yelled the half-blind lizard. "Well, that wasn't your run-of-the-mill Water Gun...Is that even allowed?" Asked the announcer while Ranito stood up and ran away as fast as he could. The Charizard was so furious he began to pursue the frog all around the battlefield, using his Flamethrower attack in random directions. "Charizard, no!" Yelled your rival. "Aim for the Politoed!" But the dragon still struggled to maintain his eyes open. He flew into the air and started throwing flames everywhere he went, furious and confused thanks to the frog's attacks. "The battle is getting warmed up...Literally! The entire battlefield is on fire! Just like that Politoed's bottom..." Commented the announcer. With nowhere else to run and with his butt on fire, Ranito leaped out from the battlefield and the Charizard chased him, incinerating some of the stadium's equipment along the way. The flames kept spreading through the stadium because of the Charizard's breath and the frog trying to extinguish the ones on his behind by rubbing his buttocks against the floor, not unlike a dog cleaning up his asshole in an expensive carpet, and the audience started to panic. "Please, remain calm and follow the indications of our security guards." Said a woman's voice through the speakers. "We have the fires under control, but an evacuation order has been issued...The emergency exits are..."

"We are so proud of you!" Your best friends told you. "Not only you managed to have your rival disqualified when all seemed lost, you also made it in the news!" "Yeah, well...It's because of my pokémon, really..." You humbly said. "Such a shame you have been banned from all future tournaments in the country, though." "Yeah, well...It's because of my pokémon, really..." You not-so-humbly said. "You know how all those assholes say that Pokémon is just a game for kids, but you managed to send a clear message to all of them: training pokémon is serious shit! Let's celebrate it with a big dinner party! Coincidentally I know of a place where they sell some delicious fried chicken, not far from here..." "You go first, I have some business to take care of before I leave..." You said to your friends with a hint of mystery, but they didn't ask any questions. You headed to a PC by the stadium's entrance and took out the pokéball with the frog guy inside it. Thankfully the nurses had managed to cure all of the first-degree burns he had suffered during battle. You looked at the pokéball, and said: "I know this all started as a very nasty prank but...I have to admit, it's thanks to you that I managed to make a name for myself...So...Well, I don't expect you to forgive me, but believe me when I say that I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, I'll release you now." You placed the pokéball on the PC and tapped "Release" on its touchscreen. A red light enveloped the ball and it promptly disappeared without a trace. You no longer owned Ranito, he was free to go. Although... "Mmm, now that I think about it, where do all the released pokemon get delivered to?" You thought out loud. You had released lots of pokémon during your journey, but you had never stopped to ask yourself where did they end up. "Ah, don't worry about that." Said one of the pink-haired girls who were getting ready to go home after a hard day's work and overheard your remark. "They all go somewhere very special, where they get all the love and attention they need." That sounded nice, at least the fat guy would get a nice reward in the end. You were sure he was being fed and treated like a king right now.

"Owww!" Cried the frog when his bare green butt impacted against the ground. "Where the hell am I? I've never seen such a hideous place in my life!" He seemed to be in the depths of a dark forest. It was cold and there was a strange toxic mist enveloping everything in sight. "Umm...Hello? Anybody there?" Asked the frog. He was greeted by an unnerving silence. Ranito stood up and gave a few blind steps in the darkness, both of his hands covering his crotch. "I hope this is just another one of the pokétard's pranks and-" The frog's monologue was interrupted when he heard a rustling noise behind some nearby bushes. "Holy crap I hope that's just a cute Skitty..." It wasn't a Skitty, but it turned out to be a similarly-sized pokémon. What sprung out from the bushes was a small Espurr. "Aww, hello little guy." Said the unclothed frog. "Tell me, is there any town nearby? Or any sort of civilization around here?" Espurr looked at the frog straight in the eyes in silence for about ten seconds. Then a trail of saliva ran out from its mouth. "Espurrrrrrr..." The Espurr went cross-eyed and let its body fall backwards. "What is wrong with you?...Are you dumb or something?" Ranito asked. "What a waste of time." The frog was about to continue his way when he noticed that more Pokémon were slowly approaching him. Among them there was a very old, unevolved Charmander whose flame on its tail was about to go off, a Pikachu uglier than a monkey's butt and a Doduo whose heads wouldn't stop fighting each other. "What the...Why are all these pokémon so...'special'? Go away! Don't get anywhere near me!" The frog started to run as fast as he could from those hideous pokémon until he faced the most abominable of them all: a Politoed four times its usual weight. "Wait, that's me!" Ranito yelled when he realized it was his reflection on the water. "I arrived at some sort of lake...Or is this the sea? I hope I'm not stuck on an island..." The frog arrived to a horrible realization. All the pokémon he had seen until now...They were unwanted pokémon. They had been abandoned by their trainers when they hadn't meet their standards and they decided to release them through a PC. "Fuck...That is where I am! On the place all the abominable pokémon end up! I have been abandoned like some unwanted pet!" Ranito was so heartbroken he wanted to cry, so he did. Oh, but this isn't that much of a bad ending. Lots of pokémon on the enclosure were constantly searching for a mate; they had been rejected all their life so their sex drives were desperately high. I'm sure the fatso would have lots of entertainment being their bitch until someone realized the mishap and rescued him. Or maybe he ended up sucking pokémon dick until the day he died. I dunno, I'm no fortune teller.

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