Pokémon: Gotta Fuck ‘em All

The Kanto sky was the color of a dirty jockstrap, streaked pink and orange and just a little bit sticky, as Ass Catcher strutted through the gates of Pallet Town in nothing but his favorite cap, ripped shorts, and a cocky grin. He’d been dreaming of this day since puberty hit and his balls dropped harder than a Wailord from a zeppelin: the day he’d join the legendary Gotta Fuck ’Em All Tournament—the filthiest, most depraved contest in the world of Pokémon.

The whole region buzzed with rumors. “You hear what happened to the Cerulean City pool? Misty Drizzle flooded it with squirt so thick they had to call in Team Rocket to clean up!” “Brock Hard’s been banned from the Pewter Gym sauna for turning it into a gangbang dungeon!” “Even Officer Jizzy can’t keep up with all the public indecency tickets!” Ass loved every second of it. This wasn’t about badges or fame or even catching the rarest ’mon. This was about survival, stamina, and showing the whole region who had the biggest balls and the filthiest imagination.

He barely made it through the wild crowd at the Tournament Center—rival trainers, jacked-up Poké-hunks and curvy ’mon vixens, every kink on display. There were Bulb-ass-ores swinging tentacles at eager newbs, a Pikachu with a cock ring buzzing the nipples of a musclebound Charizard, and what looked suspiciously like a Gengar sucking off three different trainers in the shadows. Ass’s heart pounded. He was hard before he even checked in.

“Ass Catcher, right?” croaked the old man at the front desk. Professor O-Face looked up from a porno mag, his pants suspiciously low. “Welcome to the tournament, kid. Your mother warned me you’d be trouble. You ready to lose all dignity?”

Ass grinned, flicking his cap backward. “I’m ready to lose my shorts and my mind, Professor. Hit me with the rules.”

O-Face gestured to a spinning wheel of filthy icons: dildos, ball gags, vibrating pokéballs, a gold-plated butt plug shaped like a Master Ball. “This ain’t a regular tournament, boy. You’re gonna fuck, get fucked, outlast, outwit, and out-kink every bastard in Kanto. You want to be a Champion? Better have more than stamina—you need creativity, endurance, and zero shame.”

The crowd parted as the three starter ’mon strutted into the spotlight.

Bulb-ass-ore—thick vines waving, body rippling with green muscle and a grin that said, “Tie me up or try me, I dare you.”

Squirt-her—petite but fierce, glistening blue skin, a shell packed with “water cannons” and a tongue that flicked at the air like she already tasted victory.

Charred Hard—towering, orange, dick swinging between his thighs like a sledgehammer, wings flexed, smoke curling from his nostrils and cock.

Ass’s cock twitched. Each one had a reputation. Bulb-ass-ore was notorious for bondage and breathplay. Squirt-her loved public squirting, exhibition, and could drown a room in ten seconds. Charred Hard? Fire play, size, and rumored to be able to double-penetrate with one cock alone.

Professor O-Face leered. “You want to choose? Gotta earn it, boy. Each ’mon wants to see what you’re made of—and what you can take. You ready for your first filthy challenge?”

The crowd howled as the three ’mon advanced, Bulb-ass-ore’s vines already snaking out, Squirt-her licking her lips, Charred Hard rolling his shoulders like a heavyweight.

Ass stripped to his jock and grinned. “Let’s fucking go.”

Round One: Bulb-ass-ore

She yanked him down with a vine, flipping him over and spreading his legs before he could protest. Her vines wound around his ankles and wrists, holding him open for the entire crowd. She didn’t bother with lube—her vines dripped with sweet, sticky nectar, and she slid two thick tendrils into his ass, pumping him slow, stretching him open as the crowd whistled and jeered.

“More,” Ass gasped, back arching. Bulb-ass-ore laughed, twisting a third vine around his cock, squeezing and milking him while the others pounded deeper. She coiled a vine around his throat, not quite choking, just enough to make the world spin.

“Cum for me, human,” she purred, voice thick with challenge.

Ass shuddered, squeezing around the vines, balls tightening as he exploded, cum spraying across the grass. The crowd cheered. Bulb-ass-ore smirked, withdrew with a flourish, and let him collapse, panting.

“Not bad for a newbie,” she said, giving his ass a farewell slap.

Round Two: Squirt-her

Before he could catch his breath, Squirt-her dragged him to the pool, flipped him onto his back, and straddled his face. Her pussy was already leaking, a tangy, electric taste. She rubbed her clit on his nose and moaned, “Make me flood, and maybe I’ll let you up for air.”

Ass flicked his tongue, sucking her clit, fingers plunging into her pussy as she writhed above him. The crowd chanted, “Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!” and she obliged, gushing all over his face, the force of it making him sputter and choke. Squirt-her didn’t let up—she ground against his mouth, squirting again and again until the pool overflowed and the crowd ducked for cover.

When she finally rolled off, she patted his face. “Could use some work on the breath control, but you got enthusiasm.”

Round Three: Charred Hard

Ass barely had time to recover before Charred Hard scooped him up, spinning him around like a toy. His cock was massive, hot to the touch, throbbing with promise.

“You ready for the real heat?” Charred Hard rumbled, pressing his cock between Ass’s cheeks.

Ass grinned, spitting into his hand and stroking the shaft. “Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”

Charred Hard lined up, teasing the head at Ass’s entrance, pushing in slow—filling, stretching, burning, but so good. Ass gasped, sweat pouring down his back as Charred Hard thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, until every thrust rocked him to his core. Flames licked up Charred Hard’s spine, smoke curled from his nostrils, and just as Ass thought he couldn’t take more, Charred Hard roared and came, hot seed flooding Ass’s insides.

Ass collapsed, legs shaking, cock still twitching.

Professor O-Face stepped forward, clipboard in hand, sweat on his brow. “Congratulations, kid. You passed initiation—and then some. Now, pick your starter. The other two? They belong to the staff for the rest of the tournament.”

Ass looked at his three potential partners. Bulb-ass-ore twirled a vine, winking. Squirt-her grinned, licking her lips. Charred Hard flexed, cock still half-hard, eyes full of challenge.

Ass grinned, thinking of every filthy challenge to come. “I’ll take…Peek-at-You.”

The crowd gasped as the little yellow ’mon bounced forward, electricity crackling from her cheeks, body lean and androgynous, with a cock and pussy both on display. She zapped Ass in the balls for fun, grinning wickedly.

“I’m the wildcard, baby,” she purred, voice smoky. “Let’s make this tournament legendary.”

The rest of the crowd paired off, trainers and ’mon grabbing each other, swapping partners, testing stamina, skill, and creativity. Ass watched Misty Drizzle ride a Squirt-her in a water-fueled 69 while Brock Hard bent over for Bulb-ass-ore, taking a vine up his ass and grinning through the pain.

Jizzy & Janes (Team Rocket) lurked in the shadows, plotting, hands down each other’s pants. Jessie licked her lips, watching Ass, and James stroked his cock, muttering, “We’ll see who really catches ’em all…”

Professor O-Face handed out the rules: “Every gym is a new challenge. Every loss is a punishment. The last trainer standing gets the ultimate Pokédex—a record of every filthy move, every kink, every orgasm in Kanto. You ready to fuck ’em all?”

Ass raised his cap, his new partner buzzing at his side, and grinned. “I was born for this, old man.”

And with that, the dirtiest tournament in Kanto history officially began. The crowd roared. The staff dragged the leftovers into the back for “orientation.” The lights of Pallet Town shone brighter than ever, promising new kinks, fresh rivals, and more pleasure than any human or Pokémon could imagine.

The only rule was: Gotta Fuck ’Em All—or get fucked trying.