Warning: This story contains torture and snuff! Do NOT view if you do not like this type of content! The author does NOT in any way, shape or form support or encourage the acts within this story in a real life setting! These are fictional acts between fictional characters and are to remain as such!











"Oh I'm so glad you made it. Thanks for coming." Smiled a busty blonde bovine, her blonde hair still wet from getting out of the shower as she greeted her brunette holstein friend at the door. She was covered in a towel that showed off quite a good amount of clevage. The brunette smiled, tugging on her overalls which also left little to the imagination; especially since she had no bra. "No problem Fi, told ya I wouldn't mind exterminating your pesky rat. Is it still with you?" Fiona smiled and motioned her head to the side. "In the other room, I'll go get him."

Smiling, both bovines went to fetch their things and soon returned to the door's entrance, one holding a confused Pikachu in her arms and the other with spray gun and dual tanks strapped to her back. "I'm kinda excited to try this out, never exterminated a Pokemon before. Well, not properly I guess." Both chuckled. "Oh Anabelle, I'd say using your garbage truck was just as effective as any method for getting rid of a Pokemon wouldn't you say?" "Yeah but... ya know what I mean Fiona." They'd giggle while the mouse just eyed the spear-shaped nozzle of the unknown tool just inches in front of his face. 

Fiona couldn't help but look at the tanks a little more, unable to get a good view. "So what's in those anyway?" She asked while Anabelle prepared her spray gun and held the grip near the spout. "Oh, just a mix of poisons. Mostly a  little bit of everything for handling pesky critters from hornets to opossums. I added something that nullifies Pokemon abilities too so don't worry about being shocked or anything. As soon as this gets on him he'll be like a regular rodent, just admittedly cuter." She'd explain casually with pride in her voice. She seemed to really enjoy the time she took to create such a potent concoction. "Oh lovely! Will I need to worry about any of it on me?" "Naaah, it's pretty benign and it dissipates quickly. If anything just turn your head away if you're worried but it shouldn't do anything to ya." Fiona was relieved to hear that while her ears cutely perked. She knew her friend wouldn't put her in danger.

"Alright, hold him steady now Fi. Even though he wont be able to shock ya he'll still struggle for sure!" A tight hug wrapped around the Pikachu's belly while his head was pressed between the bovine's milk filled breasts. "Okie dokie, go ahead." With that Anabelle smiled and pulled the trigger. The thin black hose that connected to the tanks visibly wobbled from the pressurized gas that flowed through. *PSHHH!* A lime green substance suddenly shot out of the small opening in a heavily concentrated stream that puffed out at the Pikachu's face. "Ch-chaa!!" He struggled heavily and began coughing violently, his cheeks very dimly glowing as he tried to shock the two cows but to no avail. The substance blew around the Pokemon's head and against Fiona's hands and breasts for just a second before disappearing, making no progress further than her clevage at most. The stench of chemicals was admittedly intense. 

The pressure on the trigger let up, Anabelle's finger still ready to squeeze again. "Ugh, that reeks!" Fiona grunted and squinted her eyes, keeping a still firm grip on the pudgy mouse against her. Each movement caused more of her robe to slightly sink lower. "Yeah that's the only issue with this stuff, but it's not dangerous unless it's gets sprayed full force like your Pikachu got. It just leaves an odor like regular insecticide with a bit more kick." Anabelle explained and squeezed the trigger again with a casual smile, seemingly taking nothing out of the ordinary with the situation. "ChuuUU-ACK!" The Pokemon pleaded and coughed, his eyes burning and tearing while they shut tight. Anabelle just giggled softly and awed at his pleas. 

"Ooo... here, lemmie help with that sting..." she cooed while taking a step forward and kneeling down on one knee to aim the nozzle closer to his left eye. Fiona froze and watched with her mouth open slightly, putting together what her friend had in mind. Anabelle could tell she enjoyed this. "Hm... why don't you hold his eye open a little Fi?" "O-ok..." she'd say with a little half chortle, using her finger and thumb to pry the Pokemon's teary eye open as it looked around hastily. *PSHHHHHH...* A strong puff of poison shot out and continued in a stream at the Pokemon's eye, almost point blanking it with harsh chemicals. The rodent just writhed in the bovine's arms and yelled adorably as his vision faded to a blur and then darkness. "Mh... now the other eye.... Yes... c'mon Fi just open i- there you go..." *PSHHHHH...* 

Both bovines looked at the writhing Pokemon as he yelled out and looked around at the vast nothingness around him. His eyes had been made completely useless from the intense chemicals, both puffy and red with a clear ooze mixing with his tears that flowed down his cheeks. Fiona gave a soft sigh and looked to Anabelle with a kind expression. "Have you..." she'd pause, shaking her head. "No, never mind!" Anabelle grinned and raised an eyebrow. "C'mon girl, spit it out! Don't tell me you're getting second thoughts now or you'll have a rat that hates you and can't see anymore!" She'd laugh. "W-well... would spraying in his mouth work at all?" Anabelle thought a moment and shrugged. "I don't see why not. It'd probably make the process go faster actually. Want me to try?" Fiona obviously looked pleased with her idea being accepted. "Yeah, give it a go." 

He tried moving back against the bovine's breasts to get away, his head movements causing Fiona's robe to slide down past her thick erect nipples and dark areola. "Mh, no no, just take it!" His muffled cries and pleas only increased while he struggled against her, Anabelle chuckling lightly while she kept the gun firmly in her grip while now touching his mouth to the bitter poisoned tip of the spray nozzle. He shivered in worry and fear when he felt and tasted what he did, trying to move his head to the side but with little success since Finoa stopped him from being able to move his head side to side. It was enough for Anabelle to slide the metal piece right into his mouth in mid cough that he gave. "MMMH!! MM-MM-MMH!!" "Tell me when, Fi~" The two cows bit their lips at the same time. "Now..." *PSHHH!*

The gasses puffed ouf of both sides of his mouth as his cheeks swelled. As expected he violently writhed and tried to kick at his owner to get free, though her arms tightened like a vice around his body and only damaged his rate of breathing. He was forced to take the poisons into his body and immediently coughed harshly. His throat and chest began to burn and tighten up. After a few seconds of letting him suffer with the new substance within his body and continuing to cause havoc to his external form, Anabelle blinked and squeezed the trigger again. *PSHHH!* "ACK!! CHUuahg!!" *PSHHHHHH!* 

A voice called out a ways away from Anabelle. "Hey you bitches! Leave that poor Pokemon alone!" The bovine's blinked cutely and looked at the stranger, a busty feline who looked to be in her early twenties out for a jog. Neither of the girls showed signs of stopping. "This is a private road, so get off of my friend's property unless you wanna get sprayed too, 'bitch!' " The woman just blinked and grunted in frustration and shock, not knowing what to do in such a bizzare and twisted situation. Out of worry on having everything turn upside down for her attempt at rescuing the Pikachu, she turned and walked away at a quick pace. Fiona was delighted. "Wow... thanks Anabelle for sticking up for me like that." "Pft... no problem, just can't believe the nerve of some people you know?" It was then they both heard a gurgling sound. 

"BLAGH!!" The Pikachu had vomited around the spout as a heavy puddle of puke, bile, and some blood splattered onto the ground. "Ooo... that's gotta be agony for you huh?" The two cows looked down at him and then at each other with a smirk. "You actually had a small chance of getting out of this... but now, she's gone." Fiona's robe had slid to the floor, letting her friend get a good look at the dark nipples that also began leaking milk from the excitement she felt. "Heh, you need to get milked after this Fi." "You don't have to tell me twice. Looks like you're due for a session too!" She'd point to the bovine's overalls which had two semi-circular stains on the front. "Aw shit... I hate getting these stains out." She'd huff in frustration as Fiona giggled. "We'll worry about that later. Right now..." she'd motion to the once again vomiting Pikachu who also now began to convulse violently in her arms, causing her tits to jiggle. "Right right..." *PSHHHH!* 

The two began chatting about their day up until this point, treating the event as a side activity while they gossiped and enjoyed each other's company. The harsh puffing hiss of the gasses flowing through the hose and spout, along with the slowly expiring Pikachu's wretching and gagging, were the only interjections between their talk. Fiona particularly enjoyed how Anabelle would talk and randomly squeeze and hold the trigger for a few seconds in between details from breakfast to what she looked up online early in the morning. "So then I thought 'I need to pay for repairs when you broke the window in the first place? Fuck that!' An-" "Anabelle... look." Finoa said with a smile as the two bovines looked at the now limp, drooling Pikachu. "Oh, hah! Oops. Thanks for telling me before I used up anymore poison." The bovine gratefully exclaimed before pulling the spout out of the mouse Pokemon's mouth, showing the two that it would need some cleaning. Anabelle just shrugged. "Eh, I'll clean it tomorrow and leave it in the garage for later. I can take him off your hands if you like." "Oh, thank you, please!" Finoa smiled while offering up the limp Pokemon without a second thought, letting him get taken and thrown into the back of the truck Anabelle drove to get there. She approached Fiona again with a smile. 

"Well, I guess I better head out for now. I'll come by later after I dump this fella off and go pump before my tits soak my panties." She'd chuckle, giving her friend an affectionate hug as both of their milk filled breasts pressed firmly against one another; both pairs squirting milk out from the slightest pressure now. With that Anabelle headed to her truck and gave a wave to her friend when she turned to pull out of the private drive. Fiona was relieved and so grateful, both that the Pokemon she had was finally gone for good, and that Anabelle hadn't seen that she squirted when that nosey feline approached them earlier.