Venus Sophia

So picture this, I was your average punk party bitch back in the day, originally just another one of your usual bug types living life in the forest, I was always the type of gal who jumped at the chance to show people my worth and prove I was tough shit; Fights, Sex, Booze, you name it, I was hard, and fast. It wasn't until somewhere in the middle of my seventeenth year that I got invited to a party by these dorky grass types. You know the kind, always smoking up some of their herbs, awkwardly groping one another and make out sessions, the works. Figuring there wasn't really any harm in giving it a go (and because I kinda owed one of them for smoking a bag), I came late, intending to sneak in the back entrance (Gotta keep up appearances after all), and before ah' knew it, I was tugged inside, spun 'round and sat onto a modified chair with twin dildos, (prelubed, thank arceus) all while being yelled at and slapped across the face for being late! Can you beleive it ?!? Before I could get two words in with the pokepimp, I got covered in a bucketful of goop (lubricant.. I guess) and every time I tried standing up i'd get slapped down back onto them before I knew what was what!

Apparently the party was someones Stag party, and they'd paid full dollar for a bug type prostitute, go figure right? Since I was being difficult, they tied my arms up behind me and gagged, with one of those red ball gag things, me. My legs were forced apart and spread with a bar and, (get this) my knockers got themselves injected with some [HP UP] bullshit, (Sure it boosts your vitality something fierce, but inject it in the right spot and it'll...well, plump up.), which made them get pretty tender (And grow into these firm pair o' tits i'm knocking about with these days). They'd tossed a friggin wig on me and dolled up my face just enough that I didn't even look like myself any more!

Whats worse is, they'd invited these rock type shmucks, and those no good fire jocks from across the river, who jumped in on the chance to show the slut bug what for, considerin' the birthday boy (Some dumbass Starraptor) was hitting it up with the grass nerds. So, in no time at all, I was being forced to jerk off those hot rods and gagging on that thick rock spunk. Smacking my ass and calling me all sortsa names, it was humiliatin'!...and kinda hot. Everytime it looked like I'd be trouble, that sonuva bitch pimp would control the vibratin' plugs in me and set me to squealin'!

See, I don't often tell folks this but, the reason I love brawlin is cause it lights my fire, all hot and bothered inside, I'm one o' those..what'cha call ums.. Masochistics? Whatever. The point is, this goes on for a good long while, til my makeups running and I've swallowed more types of cum then I'd thought existed, hot, cold, spicy, minty, salty, sticky and watery! Even different colored gunk that CANT be good fer eatin, but I didn't have much a choice, that ring gag they had on my didn't allow fer much talking. I musta passed out a few times, because I remember being slapped awake with some cocks and sucking even more!

The party was reaching the early hours before Birthday boy finally came around, that scumbag, he'd been video taping the whole thing! Everyone had been free to violate my ass n' mouth, and a few wise guys got it all over me chitin and breasts to, I swear, they got EVERYWHERE! Still though, he lined up with my dripping cunt, (What, you try getting fucked out of your mind by like two dozen well hung pokestuds and try staying dry!) and fucked me like it was his first time (pretty damn sure it was, runt), I was riding high from at least a couple different orgasms from spankings, anal, and forced masturbation by those sickos, so the least I was expecting was this guy finish me off proper, right?

Wrong, this little feathery fucker lasts for less then a minute before he jams it up there and yells something weird about piercing the heavens and creams my oven! Who the hell does that?! Pulling out and wiping it off on me face (on the one spot that WASNT covered in cum previously no less) , he talked about my 'pay' and that I'd done a good job. He undid the restraints and planted a big ol' wet one on me before pulling off the wig...

Well.. long story short, most pokemon in the forest still laugh about it. I'm known as the tightest holes in the area, and when i'm in a brawl, the winners always demand my ass. Guess I had it coming, but that video made it's rounds on the net and I was 'requested' (tied up) and the cycle just keeps on repeating itself. Go figure right? I kicked most their smug asses though, and normally you'd be thinking you'll be hard pressed to get me to do anything like that again right?.. .welll... I won't deny it felt good, and.. It doesn't take much to convince one of those well hung studs to come over and do me a couple favors...