Company Policy



       It was a Saturday morning, right arround 8; Rookidee, Pidgey, Taillow and Starly were singing, life in the Pokémon world was slowly starting to take steam as the sun rose from the horizon; promising to be a beautiful morning and a great weekend, human and Pokémon alike were outside, picking up the daily newspaper, dropping off the trash, or cutting down the lawn. Everything seemed like a normal day, but while everyone was having a good time, something somewhere –was amiss.
       The chatter of a distressed woman could barely be heard as her hand ran through page after page of a big yellow phone book resting on a coffee table in the living room. Dialling number after number while walking arround in circles –then going through the same process once again. A page, a call, a brief phone call. Over and over again. She was wearing the most generic black suit, with a black ribbon bow tie. Not necessarily the most beautiful woman; but just good enough to catch your eye. Long blond hair, and sweet brown eyes –and just the right amount of thin.
       From time to time, on that endless walk, she would look arround with some level of melancholy, thinking of days that had gone to pass, where things were easier to carry out and her life was just a little bit brighter. Looking at pictures of when she went to school and had a normal life; now thinking how she wasted all those good years –and how now had no chance of getting those back.
       What she did had going for her was her age, about to hit her third decade; she was in her prime. But that prime was all gone the moment you realized what she was calling for.
       « “Chansey’s day-care” », « “Poke-care” », « “Nanny-for-hire” » and many other names listed, some companies, some freelancers. A big market that was; somehow, growing thin. Some already had a big red cross while others did not, at some point you had to ask yourself who was blacklisting who.
       —Hi! Susie! —A cheerful feminine voice is heard from the mother—. Its miss Baker, I was wondering if you could babysit-
       Like many calls before that one, a rumbled voice was heard through the speaker, impossible to make out what was being said, but the woman’s distressed expression was context enough. After that short call ended, she was quick to make a new one once again while a new cross made the list.
       —Sandy? Hi! I’m Timmy’s mother-
       «Beep, beep, beep. »
       What a shocker, the call ended in an instant once again, but the mother’s patience did not weaver; or at least not until she ran out of pages. How many babysitters could there be on a single town anyways? The clock was closing it at nine; time was running out.
       —Hi! Its miss Baker, your Lopunny took care of my little Timmy the other-
       Finally, chatter was heard once again as the 100th call scored the poor mother a chance to at least argue for a while.
       —I don’t get what you mean with walking funny.
       The voice on the other side grew angrier by the second, making her own get louder by consequence, it was clear the chatter wouldn’t end well.
       —How is that in any way related to my son? His fault? He’s 10!
       This time arround she was the one to end the call after name calling wasn’t enough for either. How on earth was it possible to have every single babysitter turn against you? She wondered as yet another cross was ultimately drawn.
       She always took care of him outside of working ours, she even raised him on her own after his dad left them for a Pokémon, of all things. The world has gone mad –she was certain. If only her son was old enough to be left alone in the house, to be trusted with his self-preservation. He probably could, he spends all day sat down in front of that computer of his anyway, a two-edged sword of a purchase. She kept thinking of ways to blame others but herself, while having to deal with the reality that after all he was just a kid. She still wondered why no one but her was willing to take care of the young boy.
       Meanwhile, the kid in question was with his actual babysitter, mother figure, father figure and overall life teacher, the internet. Maybe not the best place for someone to grow up on, but still the best alternative he had –or so he believed, being lied and gaslit by other chronically online folk; teaching him on how the world works according to their deteriorated point of view.
       A 10-year-old kid, as problematic as they come. Sitting in front of a computer as glasses that once had soda on them piled to his left; and plates with the remains of past dinners accumulated to his right. Trash, clothes, and many other things decorating his surroundings; everything out of place and order. Not even a Trubbish could survive such a stench; yet he did.
       It was hard to blame the mother, she did turn a blind eye to consequences when she got pregnant as soon as she became 18; but who is cruel enough to guilt trip her, when she was already trying her best.
       The kid though, was another story.
       Half-naked, looking at post after post on social media, memes, drama, porn, and a somewhat combination of all of the above, chatting on multiple instances with a thousand different people about a thousand different things; and yet all somehow related to either Pokémon, porn, or Pokémon porn, all while listening to multiple different things at the same time, even a turned-on TV blasted the room with noise, music, ads, news and whatever it was on.
       Every single thing worked together to muffle the steps of a rushing mother, who had little to no time left to find a solution to her predicament. Now with not much left to do when all nannies have said no.
       «Knock, knock, knock. »
       The faint noise of the door was unable to reach him. And as one trio of knocks went by, a stronger trio followed –until once again she had to give up and step up her game.
       —Tim Baker! —The mother yelled as she forced the door open—.
       The sheer glance at the room had her crumble, she couldn’t even say what she wanted to say when a new problem faced her head on.
       —How many times did I ask you to CLEAN YOUR ROOM?!
       Finally, words reached him as his inner instinct for survival kicked in, halting every activity just to perform a sorry attempt at cleaning duty –all while pretending to apologize just to not have her mother take yet another device.
       At least he tried, but his mother’s patience had finally run out.
       —Just… Get dressed, ok? You’re coming to the office with me.
       Little Timmy wasn’t sure how to feel about those words, there was always some random person; or Pokémon taking care of him on the weekends, so how was it that for the first time in years this wasn’t simply the case? Had he really gone through all the possible sitters in town? Had he been doing that for that long? Whatever the case may be, he now had to go with his mom. He knew little about his mother’s job too –but he couldn’t care less either, as long as he had whatever he wanted, there was no need for details. The only thing he did know was her workplace’s name; Silph Co.
       Many of his toys and things were from there; and the company was enough of a household name that just mentioning it on the forums was enough to grab attention to him; but that was about it. In the end his popularity really went down to something else.
       Nevertheless, he complied as the angry mother finally left the room, all while Timmy tried to explain to his friends online; that for some reason, shit was not going as planned –dressing up with whatever he could snatch from the clothing pile sitting nearby.
       Fifteen minutes before nine and he finally was coming down, a black shirt with the phrase “ask me about my ninja disguise”, a pair of dirty jeans, and his favourite light up sneakers, but most importantly; his phone with full battery charge. He was as generic as kids his age come, short hair, short height, a short life expectancy if left alone at the Pokémon Zoo.
       He had taken on his father’s looks already too, deep blue eyes, black hair, an almost invisible freckle right beneath the left eye –and the worst posture know to humankind, most likely a consequence of his constant usage of the computer and nothing more.
       —Come on, Timmy. —His mother ordered with a tired sound of relief—. Get in the car.
       He did as he was told with not much hope in his eyes as he climbed on the back seat, which no matter the mother’s attempts at a clean car, Timmy’s undeniable mark was that he always kept a secret goodies stash somewhere in between the sits and sides. You could make the stretch that this is what gave the car the “I’m a single mother of an annoying brat” branding.
       He expected the trip to be the least lame part of the day, probably watch some memes and videos; then truly dissolve into boredom. What else was to expect of spending 6 hours at a boring office with boring staff? He had so much planned for the next babysitter in line and now he had to give it all up for wasting the morning with his mom and people who he couldn’t care less about. But little did he know the next ten minutes were about to turn this ride in the second most exciting part of his life.
       «LMAO, exposed» was spammed left and right by his friends in chat as the mother explained to him that; somehow, there was not a babysitter that did not rejected him. And Timmy, thinking it was funny and knew exactly why, repeated word by word on the group chat.
       But one of them had the brightest idea; and asked what no one thought to ask.
       «T, where ur mom work at? »
       «Silph Co, you know that».
       «Yeah dumbass, which one? »
       «Tf do I know».
       «Just ask her duh».
       Unaware of where this conversation was going, but with nothing more to lose he asked.
       «Yooooo u lucky mf »
       «Wym?»
       After a brief spam of memes, the conversation continued.
       «Don’t you watch the TV? Apparently, they got that one run by a Pokémon. »
       Right after that message was sent; an image of a rather voluptuous Pokémon appeared on the feed. A female Pokémon, with two horns and a long tail, three fingered hands and cold stare. She was a sight to behold, and Timmy, alongside the internet, agreed with him.
       She was grey skinned with purple tones, and purple eyes. Her stare was enough to intimidate anyone who opposed her and yet it seemed to only fire Timmy’s interest. His toughest challenge yet, perhaps?
       The huge ass: he could see himself face deep in the middle of those, grabbing them like huge pillows. The amazing breasts; probably never fondled with before, could the nipples be as huge? Or maybe small and sensitive to the slightest touch, he could only wonder what all of that looked like underneath all that enterprise-esque fashion she was pulling off. How she looked like once broken apart and ran down into submission.
       Once again, the spam returned, for everyone present knew what all of this meant right as Timmy approved of her looks, stating that she wasn’t half bad.
       «SCORE»
       «I WAS THERE»
       «The MAN»
       «Lil’ Pimp»
       «He ballin’»
       And so did an infinite assortment of memes.
       —Well, are you going to tell me what got you so excited out of the sudden? —The mother asked as she noticed Timmy smile through the rear-view mirror—.
       Timmy, who wasn’t expecting his mother would notice, had to come up with a quick excuse. Not sure what to lie about that would justify having a smile from cheek to cheek he simply said the first thing that came to his mind.
       —N-nothing, a friend just sent me a leaked skin for Poké-nite. Next season is gonna be fire. There’s going to be this like… new map and stuff.
       —So, it’s not going to be cringe, like you kids like to say?
       —Mom, having you say cringe is fucking cringe.
       —Timmy, did you just used the F word?
       —N-no mom, sorry mom, you’re not fu- I mean, you’re not cringe.
       Timmy could still see his mother raise an eyebrow from the rear-view mirror and decided to just shut it for the rest of the ride.
       Besides, Poké-nite this, this other game that; his mom really didn’t understand what all of that was about, so the excuse was good enough for now. Instead, she was more worried about how much this “season” would end up looking like for the Poké-bank.
       Still, the game was on for him –what he expected to be a boring day was about to become the experience of his life; and what good content he could get from it too. And with everyone’s expectations to the max, the challenge was on, and the bets were high.
       «Ass-shot or never happened»
       «Do Bosses get a “raise”? »
       «We ‘bout to find out tho »
       «Fr »
       «No cap »
       «Bruh chill the fck out, first wait till’ I get there. »
       
       ***
       
       As Timmy’s conversation continued, and everyone shared their favourite moment from the last score, the already visible skyscraper made itself the more imposing. Infinite rows and tiles of glass windows reflected the sunlight, while the Silph Co. logo appeared at the very last, a big white building with black trimmed alterations that showed where each floor ended and the new began, a big dome at the very top shined as bright as the sun, the base of the building was surrounded by green and bushy grass; where Sunflora, Bellsrproud, and Oddish walked arround. The only thing bigger than all this scenario was the shadow it casted. All of a sudden, every building seemed small, and people looked like ants, without being in the top floors you already felt like the size of a grain of salt.
       But regardless of how beautiful a view might get; it all dies out when time runs out and the only thing between you and your destination is an infinite number of cars. Society, which has triumph over every problem it has ever had, still couldn’t destroy one of its biggest enemies. Traffic jams.
       —Can all of you just FUCKING move?! —The mother yelled—.
       An orchestra of horns and complaints worked as background music to her own screams, but there was not much to be done when you understand what was really going on. Flying Pokémon carrying cameras, white vans parked outside blocking all parking-lot entrances. While police enforcement both human and Pokémon tried to find a way to make way.
       But time cares for no one and they were finally late. Still, hope finally shined upon them when Machokes finally appeared to move away most of the reporter’s vans, some even switching their focus from the company’s building to the excessive use of force employed by the officers. And finally, by the time the car made it to the parking lot; the poor mom already feared for the worst. After an uninspiring salutation to the entrance guard; and the struggle to find a place to park, they took the elevator. And as the generic music played in a loop, the pressure was building up for both.
       —Look Timmy, you got your phone, and your games. I’ll even get you the wi-fi password, but for the love of Arceus I want you as calm and silent as a Snorlax. —The mother sounded almost like she was begging—. Or uncle Ruckus when he’s too drunk.
       «Ding»
       The doors of the elevator finally opened as they reached the very top floor of the building, not many people were there, and the number of offices was just as lacking. The ambiance was almost silent, and the sun rays blasted through the dome’s glass. If given proper attention the only sound was that of the water dispenser and the occasional keyboard tapping. Not the idea Timmy had for what the place could look like, given how much everyone talked about the company –but enough to work with if given the chance, the lesser the people, lower was the risk; he could almost even envision a plan already if given the chance, and lucky for him there were going to be plenty of chances to go by. He had been doing this for far too long for his young age, and experience speaks for itself when it’s in action.
       For now, he played his part, and as any kid who gets to see a new place, he ran arround to scout his surroundings. See what the place had to offer and even places to hide.
       A door labelled “storage”, two labelled “lockers” were close too, with the all-known pink and blue to tell in which goes who. “Kitchen”, “Servers”, and many more he found, but the most calling one was also the flashiest one:
“Mew Tuley
Silph Co.
CEO”
       A golden plaque in the center of a glass panel at the top of a wooden door. Surely this is where that bitch hangs arround –Timmy thought, as an unexpected hand touched his shoulder. He was frozen cold.
       —Well, this is surely not the type of espionage I was expecting. —A deep feminine voice is heard—.
       Timmy didn’t recognize the tone, but keeping his cool he turned around, and lo and behold there she was. Mew Tuley.
       In person she was even bigger than he expected. Not only in terms of height, but the amazing size of her breasts, tight waist and enormous ass. She was as thick as they come and if it wasn’t for his mom being on his peripheral view; he wouldn’t have thought twice of noting such regards.
       Regardless, he did check her out. After all, a kid impressed by a Pokémon wasn’t so uncalled for and she was a unique Pokémon too, meaning he didn’t even know her species. She was the perfect definition of fresh meat, and her attire gave an all-in for any office roleplay you could think of –the scarf, big open cleavage with buttons that seemed to be about to burst by the pressure applied by her huge breasts, the barely seen bra and the smallest skirt known to man. And she looked like pure skin too, so she was probably even easier to grab to. If there was ever a downside it was probably the tail, too big for him to pull; but not that he cared too much about that.
       —I am so sorry Miss Tuley, I’m sure Timmy meant no harm. —The mother said as she tried to pull him away, him almost tripping over due to him keeping his gaze at her—. Right Timmy?
       Timmy was at any point speechless, to focus on his own daydreaming of how he hoped she looked like underneath all those clothes. How she would feel, how she would scream.
       —I suppose… But I think I don’t need to remind you that children are forbidden from being here. Company Policy. —Miss Tuley replied as she looked at him with what looked like an angry stare; but was just her usual gaze—.
       —I-I know Miss Tuley, is just that I couldn’t find a babysitter to look after him and…
       —How old? —She interrupted her—.
       —10, he’s turning 11 next month.
       —And still needs someone to look after him? You humans are clearly terrible caretakers if you can’t teach your offspring to be sufficient sooner.
       —I sincerely apologize I-
       —It does not matter. —She interrupted her again—. Just make sure he behaves.
       —Yes, Miss Tuley.
       —You are also late, if the empty offices tell you something is that I don’t care to replace you too.
       —I am really sorry; the media was causing a lot of traffic and-
       —I mean it Miss Baker. —Mew Tuley interrupted one last time—.
       While the two of them had this conversation, Timmy was already taking out his phone. Pretending to be distracted with it, but clearly doing something.
       As soon as Miss Tuley turned arround he made quick motion to snatch a picture for his fans.
       «Already behind the enemy “line” »
       Was the footnote on the picture as he sent it to the chat for everyone to see, a wide shot of Tuley’s ass –and a small glimpse of the underskirt was there; but too small to make out if there was anything underneath.
       The excitement was real for everyone in the trenches. Reaction images, emojis and many other internet-like slang was shared, and the first seed of chaos was planted. People left and right started zooming in, posting screenshots and more, trying to decipher if she was wearing something or not. They needed answers and needed them now.
       But Timmy’s inner smile was going to start leaking to the outside when he saw her mother drag him inside with her –to the same office he was in front of, Miss Tuley’s.
       Inside there was a small desk with a simple and boring looking chair, but the crème de la crème was in plain view, yet another door, which only Miss Tuley went through. The actual CEO’s office. His mom just happened to be her secretary and the door to heaven was right beside her, the door that would answer all of his prayers.
       He was ready to walk inside if only his mother didn’t stop him. So close and yet so far, it was time for him to start planning his next moves if he wanted to achieve anything.
       
       ***
       
       From inside, Mew Tuley was walking arround her office, taking off her scarf and leaving it on a coat hanger at the door. Inside her office it was filled with bookshelves and décor from the past CEO, most likely purchased just to fill the room and look fancy –or at least that was what she thought of it, being a Pokémon made her rather immune to the human ideas of status and property, a little contradictory with her job position, but a fact nonetheless.
       She mainly cared just for the position itself and the power that came with it, she knew she had to have it in order to push her agenda. But like any person who gets a place of power without properly “earning” it, reality comes to hit you like a truck, and as she sits down to use the computer, she finally realizes it.
       A near infinite number of emails already waiting for her, despite her cleaning the previous; also, near infinite number of emails from the day before. Piles and piles of work, problems and complaints. Market research results, investors leaving, new investors coming in, the media articles posted right that morning and the police brutality showed on camera. The PR management was nothing else but a nightmare at that time.
       The stress was building up on her as she tried to comprehend how humanity had gone this far in these conditions, looking down at it as now mere cattle for her goals. Their pursuit of happiness, riches, status; everything just to show to themselves who was the biggest fish in the tank. She was ready to prove them that not even Wailords compared to her, she wasn’t the biggest fish in the tank, she was the whole tank.
       Thankfully, during the first hour she took her time, but she couldn’t help but to notice that Timmy, every time his mother came in to leave something or take something; would show himself briefly doing different hand signs. One finger doing a hole while another went inside, a V sign with him licking it in the middle.
       She was unaware of the meaning of these movements but was annoyed anyways, taking it as if he was making fun of her; the more she saw him, the more she would get angry.
       But still she ignored it.
       At one moment she had to step outside, Timmy finally seizing the chance to take the underskirt picture everyone was asking for.
       He pretended something had fallen down near where she was, and it all happened as soon as he claimed he had picked it up. A small coin he had planted in his own hand moments before. She never noticed a coin falling down, let alone making any noise, yet she was so full of herself she let it go, and so it began the game of cat and mouse for the two of them, one too smart to play dumb, and another too self-assured to expect the worst.
       Of course, he posted it as soon as he took it. The server went crazy once again, the picture was perfect, right underneath, nothing to block the view for the first time; well, except for one small thing.
       «PANTSUUUU »
       «LMAO white, schoolgirl-looking ass »
       «Where the goods at? »
       «Came looking for copper and found gold».
       «Let’s goo »
       «$10 and I’ll have her take those off herself».
       «Bet».
       «$20 if you keep them».
       «Game »
       Following her was an easy task. His mother was not the type of mother that notices much outside of her focus; for as long as he kept his profile low enough, she would assume he hadn’t left her side, and he was free to roam arround.
       Once Mew Tuley made way to the kitchen, he followed her from a short distance. Once both made it there; he finally confronted her, his first move and the one to set it all up.
       —Can I help you? —Mew Tuley asked—.
       —I was about to ask the same question to that ass. —Timmy replied—.
       —Excuse me?
       —You’ll be excused as soon as I’m done with it for sure.
       Mew Tuley was not having it with his attitude, stepping in front of him with an angry frown, having her hands rest on her hips as she looked down at him; like nothing but a nuisance.
       —I don’t think you understand who you are dealing with.
       Timmy, who had a thing for them fighting back, was more than ready to put her in her place. As she stood in front of him, he came closer and grabbed her ass.
       —Oh, I’m more than ready to deal with this.
       At first glance she was surprised, the audacity of this kid had her out already, the faintest blush out of nowhere and a gentle noise only she heard. Tuley was having enough, and with her psychic powers she pushed Timmy out of the way, making him fall down and drop his phone.
       When she saw the phone coming out of his hand, she made nothing of it, but after the first interaction with the coin; she was mad enough to suspect what he could do with it or have done already.
       —Listen to your mother and stay in your place. —She concluded as she walked back to her office—.
       Timmy however did not care for her threats, and instead was ready to show her he meant business, and she was going to be chocking on that cock if she so dared to talk to him like that.
       He of course posted more immediately afterwards. A small video of the conversation; and yet another underskirt picture from when he grabbed her ass, really a nice and open shot of her tight underwear.
       Just looking at them was enough to arouse Timmy, who was craving to know how it looked like underneath; after all, she just needed the right push.
       «Close up! »
       «N I C E »
       «Let’s fucking go! »
       «Bro got violence on the workplace, who we callin’? »
       «She prob like it rough »
       «T, should’ve sneaked the finger in too bruh »
       «Close to the $10, far from the $20 »
       «Ban this kid, I’m getting the shot stfu».
       Timmy finally returned to his mother’s side, making sure his prey wouldn’t rat him out, keeping a tab.
       Back inside her office, she was pissed. Not only was she groped by the kid, but she had forgotten to take the coffee she had brewed. Now wondering if she could go back for it without raising suspicions of her mistake. She barely got there with force and violence, with that reputation to maintain; having something to make fun of her for was not on her list; even as simple as forgetting something.
       While Mew Tuley had her dilemma, Timmy still had to play dumb for a while, giving that he was sharing every detail with the rest he had no trouble asking for recommendations and ideas; after all, requests are king when it comes to pleasing your fanbase. So, they started working on a plan to get the so requested panty-less picture.
       Unlucky for them, they were unaware about the forgotten coffee mug, so their ideas all revolved on waiting for her to appear again and work arround wherever she went; since the last interaction was in the kitchen; most recommended moving to the bathroom.
       Others recommended instead waiting for her on her way back to the office, that way she couldn’t just hide there again.
       This last one pleased Timmy, since he was already developing a small grudge against her; cornering her would be the wisest to show her he meant business. So once again he waited.
       After a couple of minutes, she finally stepped outside again; of course, the first one to notice this oddity was Timmy’s mother; but when asked about it she just ignored the question and walked.
       To make sure his mom wasn’t paying attention anymore, Timmy waited longer, after all, the plan was to get her on the way back; so, no rush.
       By the time he finally sneaked outside he went directly to the bathroom stalls, just to be surprised to see her back again at the kitchen; completely catching him off guard –which made him back down to reroute.
       That’s when it hit him; the perfect way to make her take those panties off once and for all; get the picture and win the bet –regardless of if it was fake or not. He was ready to make a point out of her this time.
       «Ok, chat ur time to shine».
       Chat began a spam of Full-Pokémon Jacket memes.
       «I’m going to send a text and you need to spam whatever the fuck you want».
       The server was going crazy, everyone excited for what that could mean in the greater scheme of things. The plan, it was rather simple.
       Mew Tuley, who was just sipping her coffee wasn’t ready for the surprise of her life.
       Timmy, right after sending that message did his outmost best to sneak inside the kitchen once again, this time he was not going to confront her face to face; instead, he was going to catch her from the back, and corner her once and for all. So, he took out his phone, send a simple «now» text, started an audio recording and locked it.
       The immediate overflow of messages had the phone vibrating like it never had done before; and if the vibrating noise did not catch her attention, the real move really did.
       —Wet for me bitch! —Timmy almost yelled, only saying it loud enough to startle her—.
       Timmy, who was right underneath her, pushed his vibrating phone right on her panties, pushing it against her pussy.
       Her reaction; unable to be captured by the phone for being almost inside her; was priceless, dropping the mug in the sink; making it break. A feeling she never had felt before running through her system as all of her natural reactions failed to comply as a single moan; struggling to come out at first, finally made its way arround.
       She had to bend down just to make sure she didn’t fall. With her feet trembling and loosing balance, the high heels making it harder and harder to stand up once she was out of the phone’s reach.
       The surprise had her make such a mess it finally caught up to the rest of the workers in that floor. Everyone wondering what was going on.
       This plan might have worked a little too well, he had to leave the same way he came in –thankfully the still shivering Mew Tuley was unable to do anything but recover from the assault. Trying to catch her breath as Timmy ran out of the scene, getting ready to get back to his usual place as if nothing happened between the two.
       But she wasn’t stupid, she knew it was him; first getting groped, now being further violated and humiliated, she was out to get him. Who dared put her in a weakened position, how did he even achieve that? She was the strongest Pokémon and yet she was forced to almost kneel down.
       —Miss Baker! —Mew Tuley shouted at her as she returned to her office, trying her best to intimidate the strange looks of her colleagues—.
       —Miss Tuley, I heard the scream; is everything all right? —The worried secretary was clueless—.
       —Where is your damn brat?
       —Timmy? He’s right- —She turned to where Timmy would’ve been sitting—. Here?
       —What? —Timmy asked—.
       It was as if he never left, “playing” with his phone, pretending to be unaware of his surroundings as he made a small evil grin to the huge Pokémon CEO while his mother wasn’t looking. He showed her he meant it from the start, he made sure she understood, and still she was adamant to fight back. But that is exactly what he wanted, for the hard to catch fish tends to be the one to taste best.
       —I WANT HIM OUT! —She could be seen blushing with anger, trying to keep her cool—.
       —Sorry, I don’t understand, is there something wrong? —The mother was still as clueless—.
       After all, to what she was aware of, he never left her side.
       —I don’t care what you do with him; but either is him or you who leaves this place.
       —Tim Baker! —The sheer fear of losing her job stopped from questioning any more—. I want you back in the car! Right now!
       —Better listen to your mother. Tim. —She fought back—.
       Timmy, who only heard that name whenever something bad was happening; had something of a deep-rooted hate towards it, he could bare his mother using it when she was mad with him; but having an unrelated woman, and a Pokémon too –he was more than triggered. He had showed that Pokémon her place and still dared to retaliate. Not only that, now his mother was mad with him, regardless of the punishment that followed, she was going to pay it back in full, royalties included.
       —But mom! —Timmy tried to play dumb—.
       —No buts, you are not costing me this job. Now apologize for; whatever it is that you did… I don’t even know if I care to know what you did.
       —Sorry… —Timmy pretended—.
       Mew Tuley didn’t even care to listen to that half-baked apology, instead going to another part of the office floor, where? Timmy was finding out; that’s for sure.
       —You and I are going to have a talk little man. —The mother concluded as she grabbed him back to the elevator—.
       That’s when he noticed where Tuley had went, after all; ended up in the bathroom for real this time.


Corporate blackmail
       
       
       
       As for Timmy, he had to comply to his angry mother –ordering him to go back to the car as he had to be somehow punished for his actions, whatever he did, since the poor mother didn’t even know what had happened –but either he paid for his actions or her mother lost her job, not a single win on either side. Thankfully for him, his mother –who was focused on keeping her job more than she was on him following her orders, only had to go down on the elevator to then go up –since all she had done was escort him to the elevator and press the button to the parking lot; after all she had to go back to work and had no time to make sure he followed her command.
       «WE DID IT BOYOS! »
       «Bitches know how to moan. »
       «Does she know? »
       This one triggered a spam over and over with an image of a popular Poké-tube video thumbnail from the: The Man-bat, movie. Starring popular Pokémon actor Gliscor Pattinson.
       «I WAS HERE »
       «We did it chat! »
       More and more voices let themselves show after Timmy had uploaded the audio recorded earlier, filled with buzzing sounds and female moans galore. But Timmy was not happy at all; he felt humiliated, scolded by his mother.
       As soon as the elevator opened to the parking lot, he tapped the top floor once again. Since there was a guard at the entrance, there was no need for an ID or something to recognize the person in the elevator; and to the CCTV personnel it only seemed like a kid playing –if there was any at all watching. It was as if the whole company protocols worked in his favour and the incompetence of whoever was left was too strong to even try and level the field for this catastrophe waiting to happen.
       «Ding! »
       The elevator did its signature sound as it opened back again. But Timmy knew he was now on hostile ground, and he was about to bring hell on Earth –a one man army of pure revenge.
       Stopping the elevator from closing with his sneakers –once again hitting a lucky streak when the light-up function went unnoticed.
       He peeked outside and looked right, left, and front, running as fast as he could to hide on the nearest empty cubicle.
       He kept scanning the area to find his next objective; at this point his imagination taking the best of him –seeing it all like the latest mission to complete, and the loot was too good to ignore.
       Storage, lockers, kitchen, servers… Bathrooms. He once again ran as fast as he could to the next waypoint.
       When he went inside, he saw the door connected to a small hallway; left for men, right for women –so he went right and immediately prone to the ground.
       He noticed Tuley’s shoes, those black high heels that soon would be up her mouth if so-be it. His smarts showed when he kept prone as he took himself to the first stall and then the next, until he was right before hers.
       Keeping watch on her feet, he glanced at her panties, wet as a towel. She was clearly trying to regain herself as she cleaned her body with toilet paper; the sound of the paper roll goes round and round, and the sound of an angered rambling went with her, saying phrases like “annoying brat”, or “fucking kid”.
       After a couple minutes of this self-contained anger, she took her panties off, stood up and left the stall, slamming the door behind her and startling Timmy for once.
       Next came the sound of the trash can –opening and closing again, followed by angry steps going to the outside.
       Timmy waited regardless, at least one minute of silence to make sure he could make his way outside.
       And like you do in a stealth mission –he opened his door slowly, walking on his tiptoes to the bin and diving inside with his hand –there they were, a nice and wet pair of panties, a nice souvenir for a quest well done.
       Bet won, respect gained and $20 on his pocket.
«p$$sySlayer69 donated $20! »
«T, you’re one lucky mf. »
       It was clear that at that moment, the photo he took of his prize was soon to become the most downloaded image of the day.
       «Easiest $20»
       «Don’t get cocky, you still got no pussy. »
       Timmy was too busy doing his victory dance to even realize he still had one challenge before him. To actually get back at her and avoid being seen the whole time. And he knew the perfect place for that –a single office where no one goes in or goes out unless one gives the order to, Tuley’s office.
       
       ***
       
       Luck strikes back as new footsteps are heard and Timmy goes back to hiding on the stall nearest to the exit. Turns out it was his mother who had a little too much coffee for her own good.
       Once she took one of the open ones, he made his way out. Once again it turned out everything went on his favour for it was 12:00 and lunch time had begun, making most either go to the bathrooms, the kitchen or the vending machine probably on the first floor. One of those that have terrible options every day with even worse price tags.
       «Knock, Knock.»
       —Who is it? —Mew Tuley’s voice is heard from the other side of the door—.
       «Knock, Knock.»
       —Miss Baker-
       Mew Tuley interrupted herself as she saw the clock hitting 12:02, no one should be outside.
       «Knock, Knock.»
       With her powers, Tuley opened the door. Timmy was the only one there and had the widest smile a kid can have –and as she was about to close it on his face; her moans began to play at top volume from the phone.
       She recognized them in an instant, she knew it was her; with a shocked expression on her face, she saw Timmy ultimately walking in.
       —You know, I didn’t expect a bitch like you to scream like a pig. Should I call you pig instead? A fat pig?
       Mew was growing with anger, not only was she recorded, but she was called both a bitch and a pig, by a kid. A kid that she tried to get rid of and somehow was still there causing her trouble.
       —If you don’t leave this office-
       —SHUT THE FUCK UP PIG! —Timmy shouted, then monologued—. I’m the captain now, and we are going to play a little game called “Timmy says”. And Timmy says that if you dare break the rules of this game, this audio and many other things are getting leaked online. Your screams for everyone to hear, your pussy for everyone to see. I bet others will even call you miss pig.
       —You forget I can destroy that phone of yours. You have no idea who you are messing with.
       Timmy showed her the phone, the screen scrolling and scrolling as more and more people joined the chat.
       —Do it, it’s already out. As soon as my account goes offline, they’ll know what to do next. —Timmy’s smile came back with an evil grin—. Now, Timmy says the pig has to apologize.
       —And why should I apologize to a brat like you? —Mew Tuley’s mood was not improving at all but getting worse—.
       —Pigs can’t call me Tim. Now apologize.
       —Well annoying little brats can’t call me pig.
       —So be it.
       Timmy started typing on his phone all while Tuley’s eyes opened wide. Her heart racing as she knew he wasn’t lying; it wasn’t a bluff or a trick –she could tell his intentions were as real as they come. Given she couldn’t use her abilities to get out of this one, she could still use them to read his heart.
       And it was as dark as the night sky.
       —I-I apologize…
       She was blushing with anger, defeated by a kid. All she had accomplished was crumbling down in the hands of a youngster –and she had no one but herself to blame. She let her guard down and now she was paying the price.
       All the things she did to get there, the feeling of power and control over others; left her blind to what she thought was not a threat.
       Now she had to play along, there was no other choice. Still, deep inside she was a Pokémon, and Pokémon never give up. He may have the upper hand, but that can only last for so long. Tuley kept feeding herself these words in hopes of staying strong.
       —You apologize for?
       —I apologize for calling you by the wrong name, Timmy.
       —Should Timmy forgive his pig? —He asked her, making sure she knew her new title—.
       —Please, F-forgive your p-pig…
       —Good pig! maybe after this the little pig will also explain to Timmy’s mother how sorry she is for being mean to Timmy.
       —Y-yes Timmy.
       —And maybe the little pig will understand her place under Timmy’s orders, as she worships Timmy, and if the pig is lucky enough Timmy will let her get some of his cock. Wouldn’t that be great, pig?
       —Yes…
       —Yes, what?
       —Yes, Timmy. Your pig understands her place and hopes to get some… c-cock…
       Mew Tuley’s posture was breaking apart as they stood in front of the other. She felt disgust as she had to say all these things, while Timmy felt like he had finally got her on control.
       —Timmy says, kneel.
       She obeyed, trying to keep what little pride she had left, looking away. But Timmy didn’t care for what she felt, furthermore, her anger would only turn him on as he toyed with her.
       So, he walked from left to right, looking at her with lust as he stroked his dick over his pants, thinking of what to do first. He then walked arround her, inspecting his prey.
       But Tuley was adamant, and denied herself from looking back at him or what he was doing –even as he forced her face into his crotch.
       —Timmy says, look at me, pig.
       But she refused, even as he grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her face to confront him.
       —I SAID LOOK AT ME, PIG!
       Timmy launched a kick, striking right in her pussy. Now with no underwear, the impact was absolute and the feeling of pain absurd. Her only reaction was to drop to the ground, as she clenched.
       With the phone pointing at her he kicked at her pussy again, recording the whole thing.
       She tried to regain herself, but she couldn’t as Timmy kept launching kick after kick, repeating the same words.
       —Timmy says, the pig obeys! Timmy says, the pig obeys!
       And as a tear began to run down her face she finally had given up.
       —I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Your pig is sorry!
       Timmy stopped immediately, finally giving her the chance to kneel again –her body now too weak to stand up.
       —See? That wasn’t so hard. All the pig needs are to know her place and do as Timmy says –and Timmy says, look at me.
       Tuley looked at Timmy in the eyes, her face destroyed by the weight of her ego, the pain of the assault and the feeling of defeat –as he now had even more footage to fuck her over with. Getting assaulted by a 10-year-old after she spent so much trying to be feared by her peers.
       —Now, Timmy says…
       One last time Timmy kicked Tuley, hitting her pussy again; letting her go as she again clenched in pain.
       —Learn your place! —He said as he walked towards her—. This is your last chance! Or do I have to give this order a third time? And kneel again!
       Tuley was losing all hope, what kind of monster was that kid, how can someone like him be capable of such violence and strength? How was it possible? As she regained her posture and kneeled again as she was ordered to, Timmy simply kept taking pictures of the beaten down Pokémon for everyone else’s amusement, including every second of footage where he kicked her again and again; capturing for ever her squeals of pain.
       «The pig actually squeals! LMAO. »
       «I bet she’s actually into this shit. »
       «Kicked the shit out of that pussy. »
       «Bruh, she kept fighting back. She likes to be kicked. »
       «Kick her again! »
       «Lol, she looks clueless af. »
       «Bad bitches need tenderizing. »
       Timmy showed her the conversation that was going on. She could see hundreds of messages calling for more abuse, others simply joking about her looks and how she was brought down –while still being called a pig by everyone; she was nothing but a pig now.
       —Everyone loves how you look under my foot, should I give them more? —Timmy teased her—.
       Tuley remained silent, no longer trying to make her way with words; words that would only cost her plenty. But it was that same silence what started to please Timmy even more –he finally broke her spirit.
       Yet he kept walking arround her, taking his time to think what to do next; ultimately, he did want to see her naked, grope her, fuck both her ass and pussy. Hell, maybe even fuck her huge tits too. But his fans still craved violence –and violent he would get.
       And then it clicked. Running quickly to set the camera of his phone to rest on the computer’s desk –pointing at both as he tapped record. Then kicking Tuley on the back towards it as he pointed with his finger.
       —Timmy says crawl.
       Tuley did as she was told, going towards the camera; the screen showing her from knees to head. The video, that was recorded vertically for this specific shot, had her take two thirds of the screen –Timmy only had to stand beside her to take on the rest; explaining to all what he was planning.
       —Welcome to the show! I’m your host, T. And this- —As he grabbed Tuley’s head from above—. Is my pig. Say hello, pig.
       —H-hello… —Tuley’s voice was weak and broken—.
       Timmy, unsatisfied with that boring tone decided it was not enough –as he forced her to look at him, he slapped her face with all of his might. The sound of it dry and loud.
       —Again, I don’t want to have to edit this shit.
       —Hello, this is Timm-
       Timmy slapped her again, shutting her up. Until now he only used “T” as name whenever the phone was recording, and most of his victims were lucky enough to not even dare to call him that –but now it seemed his luck was slowly running out.
       —You are T’s pig until I say otherwise!
       With every slap, Tuley’s stance lost balance; trying to save herself from hitting the ground.
       But Timmy didn’t care, in fact; he had grown to like just punching her, simply going on a spree of slap after slap. Only stopping after her ash-coloured cheeks were all red and her posture was nothing but a shaking mess.
       —As everyone can see, the pig likes to be treated bad. —He raised her skirt—.
       It was dripping, totally wet. Yet she was not having the time of her life –so how could she even be aroused? It was as if something inside her craved for something like this from the start.
       Someone to pin her down? To bring her to submission? Always telling others what to do because she hated following orders; could it be she just needed to be tamed by the right man?
       As her head numbed, her instincts kicked in –she was a Pokémon after all, and Pokémon followed orders best. You could almost catch a glance of the light of rebellion running out from her eyes.
       Timmy, who didn’t care to notice –was still playing with her. Running his hand on her neck down to her breasts. He ran his hand under her shirt and bra, like trying to scoop them out; slowly but steadily flashing them to the camera to record. Small and faint moans started to come out of her too, as he played with her nipples –pinching them with violence.
       —Is that all the pig can squeal? —Timmy teased her—. You sound like a first timer.
       —But I am… It’s your pig’s first time. —Tuley replied with a sad tone—.
       Ever since she was created, she was used for destruction, her massive body just a side effect of the science behind her birth. Meaning she was never in on any sexual activities –she knew about them from studying humans, and like any other person would; she had her own fantasies for when curiosity caught the cat –but never really tried to find a partner.
       And knowing how females treasured this moment; all she could think off was how she now was robbed of this moment herself. Unable to find someone who loved her or cared for her enough to treasure that moment back. Instead taken by force –by a kid.
       Brief and small tears running down from her eyes.
       —Really? All this meat and not even once? —Timmy felt excited, to ruin her first time—. Lesson number 1. T likes it when his hoes moan, so you better learn that fast.
       —Yes T.
       —Well, start moaning now!
       Timmy pinched her nipples again as he pulled them down, standing behind her so the camera could see what was going on. And Mew Tuley moaned, as best as she could –unsure of how a real moan actually sounded like, but still screaming just to appease him.
       But he was never satisfied, pulling them apart to each side, then up, and down again –the more pain he caused her the better.
       
       ***
       
       «Ding. » The elevators were coming back.
       Timmy, having to act fast; took his phone and rested against the door to confirm the noise that came from the elevator. It was a couple of footsteps that went in all directions, one of them fast approaching –Timmy’s mother.
       Mew Tuley snapped back to reality as the realization kicked in –with everyone back from their break, it was a matter of time and luck for someone to try and enter her office, either to deliver something or to ask about something. And if anyone saw her in that current state of nudity, the humiliation would be catastrophically destructive to her image and her plans.
       A shame that the idea of asking for help slipped out of her mind; her brain had completely assimilated the idea of the pig.
       Instead, as Timmy heard through the door Tuley tried to reach for her desk –crawling in all fours like a baby with her skirt sliding off, her heels snapping out of her feet and her huge breasts moving like pendulums. Timmy realized this as she groaned in pain, making him leave the door alone and run to Tuley’s chair, sitting on it.
       She looked at Timmy expressionless, but you could feel she felt defeated and already tired –Timmy looked at her with an evil grin, as if saying to her that she was at all times under his control.
       —Where do you think you are going? —Timmy asked playfully—. You have a public to entertain.
       Timmy pulled out his phone, it seems every time he took a picture or recorded –it was set up to upload into his server after the fact, meaning people were already watching what they had just done.
       «No way she’s a virgin! »
       « U mean WAS, that pussy’s done for. »
       «T, just fuck her already! »
       «FUCK I wish I could just fuck those tits myself! »
       «Not enough punishment imo. »
       A barrage of messages both praising her body, as well as mocking her. The conversation was totally one-sided on Timmy, and everyone demanded for more –and more was to come.
       Yet, all Timmy did was to stare at her as she read the messages; then luck paid another visit.
       «Meeting with investors: in 10 minutes. »
       The jackpot of all jackpots for any porno movie on an office setting, discrete fucking; it was all set up for him. Immediately he started to record, this time holding the phone –like a selfie recording.
       —Oh man, I’m so stressed! —Timmy did terrible acting—. And now I have this important meeting. Pig!
       Timmy called for Mew Tuley with a hand gesture, trying his best to show it on camera. When she crawled to him, he began to take his jeans off, undoing the button and downing the zipper –his briefs showing an abnormally big bulge for a kid his age, and his size.
       Tuley blushed and even wanted to back down, but her newfound obedience made her stay, when they came down; a flaccid huge dick came out.
       Timmy’s terrible habits had it smell with a strong scent and being already aroused by Tuley’s nudity as well as everything that had come before that –it was strokes away from getting completely hard.
       Turning his phone back arround he pointed the camera at a surprised Mew Tuley that did nothing but stare at it.
       —What are you waiting for? Stroke it! —Timmy ordered—.
       With his free hand swinging his cock up and down, Tuley approached it –at the first chance getting slapped in the face with it; forcing her to grab it right away. At first, she was not sure how to, but there are not many ways to stroke something; so, she started to do so slowly.
       Her hand felt dry, but Timmy liked it anyway as precum started to flow and his dick began to grow and grow. For her it was like it just never stopped growing; wondering how it was even possible to hide such thing –feeling intimidated by it and even scared.
       —Good job, pig. Stroke it some more!
       Precum was getting all over her hands, making each next stroke softer and more pleasurable, his prepuce going up and down, his cock palpitating; but then a new message popped up:
«INVESTORS MEETING»
«Starts in: 5min. »
       Tuley’s eyes opened wide as she saw this huge window on her screen, she was so distracted on her current predicament, and she was to get into an even worst one. The camera capturing every second of this.
       —That’s enough, pig. You have a meeting to cover me for.
       —But that’s my-
       Timmy slapped her with his cock to shut her up and not break the roleplay he was going for. Tuley was out of the loop of his actions and had no idea what she could and could not do, slowly taking the decision of keeping her mouth shut.
       —Yes, T. —She finished—.
       Timmy set up and improvised a stand for his phone, pointing right at him, against the monitor screen. Slowly a countdown started to go from 15 and down.
       Tuley grew anxious, he never moved of the chair and if she wasn’t there, it was game over. Again, unaware of what she was supposed to do and now too afraid to ask.
       —What the fuck are you waiting for, sit.
       So, she did, Timmy moving the chair just enough for both of them to be behind the desk –what a view he had for the last 5 seconds of a damaged but soaking wet pussy that slowly went down; touching the tip of his cock.
       —Arceus, you are fucking slow!
       As the countdown hit zero and the conference call began, names began to appear and voices started to be heard, Timmy hold Tuley from her waist and forced her down. As every inch made its way inside, her biggest moan yet scaped from her mouth.
       Suddenly all voices shut, just how many people heard that lewd sound?
       Tuley herself was in shock. Her virginity taken away in such a way –impaled by a gigantic cock that made her feel like she was being sliced in half. Her pussy kept dripping arround it and leaking outside, palpitating arround it almost as if her own body tried to trap it inside and keep it there.
       Even Timmy felt slightly overwhelmed at first as her insides were warm and twitchy, grabbing Tuley’s thighs as much as he could.
       But as the surprise settled down and both came back to reality, Tuley had to handle things and adapt –she had a meeting to run, and a small brat’s cock to ride.
       —Gentlemen. —Tuley began, her voice as if it never changed—. Care to start?
       She took a breath of relief as everyone ignored her moan and began the corporate bullshit she so badly wanted to get done with; even before all this torture began, she wanted things done. For her luck, the webcam started on off, that saved her from explaining her exposed breasts (currently filling every bit of the phone’s camera) and a sweaty face as she struggled to stay sit.
       Timmy also struggled to breath, he never had such a big woman on top of him, but at the same time he loved being able to fondle her as his cock began to palpitate inside her. But he was still craving for more –his lustful desires that knew no bounds had him asking for more.
       —T says jump. —Timmy commanded—.
       The fact that he was behind her, far from the computer, and muted by the sounds of speech; helped him to stay hidden away –but the now present mixture of the usual Mew Tuley and the submissive Mewtwo will bring forth a troublesome act. For both versions of her started to become one.
       —I… believe I don’t- have to- —Tuley struggled—. Do what I did to Mr. Hagiwara.
       Her ass was bouncing, pushing the chair, alongside Timmy, back. And he was having the time of his life as the weight of her crushed his ball sack –if he could get bigger now was the time, but he was already hard enough and big enough she couldn’t slide it out, even if she tried. Every bounce just pushing both to the edge and beyond.
       —T says, give me my phone.
       And Tuley obeyed. Taking the phone and offering it back to him, not even flinching on her corporate threats and talk, while still bouncing on the huge cock she was starting to like. You couldn’t read her at this point, even if you tried –her usual angry look, her common speech and talk –but her newfound obedient side running things in the back. It was now up to Timmy to keep control over it.
       On the meantime Timmy was now recording it from the back, a wide shot of her huge ass, wiggling with every jump that let a brief sneak peek of Timmy’s cock on her insides, and on the very top corner, what seemed to be a waggling tail appeared every now and then.
       Thankfully the meeting ended, and no one knew, but Timmy’s order was still on effect until a new one was given –so the obedient side of Tuley kept going and Timmy kept recording. After a while both were reaching the final stand; it was a matter of who would do it first.
       Tuley couldn’t stop moaning, now more freely as she thought to be on the clear –but she had forgotten a crucial detail, since everyone was back it was probably clear her secretary would be back too, and her place was right outside hers and this was coming into play.
       «Miss Tuley? Is everything all right? »
       It was Timmy’s mother through the desk’s communicator, a small black device nailed to it.
       —Shit! —Timmy immediately reacted to her voice—.
       Tuley on the other hand was doing as ordered, it all depended on how long it would take for Timmy to make a new command. And her newfound personality wasn’t helping either.
       «I heard a commotion. Need me to help? »
       —Shit, shit, shit. T says, lie!
       And she lied. Smashing the button to transmit to the other side how she wanted to not be disturbed for the rest of the day. It was so close, whoever’s luck was involved –the violence used on the beeper was strong enough to turn it off. And she kept riding non-stop, it was truly a porno at this point.
       So, Timmy had a new order.
       —T says, make me cum.
       Tuley’s eyes tried to shine, she wanted that and had no problems on doing as she was told –her movements turning faster and faster, doing her best to push his cock deeper inside. It happened in no time as Timmy left out a moan of his own when he started to cum.
       His cock palpitated with each pump laid on her inside, so much it began to leak right away. The pleasure Tuley felt was huge as well; she didn’t know how it felt to have someone inside of her, neither how it felt to have that someone fill her up with warmth –she had no choice but to cum too; forcing a mix of bodily fluids that made a mess around. And yet she didn’t stop, the order was for him to cum and she would make him cum –it was all coming out.
       Timmy was overtaken by the pleasure, trying his best to hold the camera still and record it all. This was going to be his best video to date, his first victim that actually would try to dry him out.
       When he finally pulled out, his cock was still pulsating, cum was still leaking and Tuley’s pussy was covered by it too.
       —Like a stuffed Unfezant, everybody. —Timmy said to the camera, pointing it at her creampied pussy.
       She fell as her knees gave up, her body resting on the desk as she grasped to it –she was trying to get back to herself as the flow of ecstasy waivered. Her brain struggled to understand all that had happened; being violated angered her heart, the pleasure driven by lust and sex conflicted against it with excitement. Her face was blushing red, and her breathing was heavy, but her expression was that of anger and frustration.
       Timmy stopped the video to let it upload as he also grasped for air. He was impressed by how Mew Tuley felt from inside; like nothing he had ever felt before –it felt Pokémon and human, and he couldn’t tell why.
       Usually, he felt nothing for the Pokémon he abused, as some kind of vendetta against them –while human girls felt different to him to the point of almost trying to avoid them; like his own instincts were telling him to ask for more.
       Tuley made him feel both, he saw her as an object of his pleasure, but he wanted so much more –Timmy was truly having fun with her, and that fun had to continue somehow. And so, he wondered what he could do next.
       —Timmy says, turn arround.
       Tuley obeyed again. As she regained some strength, Tuley stood up in front of him –even looking down at him as he sat on her chair like a king; resting his arms and his legs wide open, his cock barely flaccid and covered in his and her cum and the head fully exposed as the scrotum was still down.
       Even as she stood, she could probably grab it without bending down too much and she wanted to, furthermore, she wanted to sit on it again as she waited for that order. But Timmy needed a glance first –how her legs tried not to tremble, her chest tried not to expand on each heavy breath and her face tried to kill him with her piercing eyes.
       Again, he looked at those breasts he had so much fun playing with and that mouth he loved shutting up. He wanted to use both one at a time and then at the same time –he just wanted to use her whole.
       —Timmy says, kneel.
       Tuley’s knees were already bruised from all the kneeling and crawling, each movement of her legs inflicted her more pain than the last. But she obeyed.
       And like the first time, their eyes met again. One with his evil and playful grin, the other with her mean and raged stare, yet both completely red.
       Timmy opened the camera again, pointed it and said:
       —T says, use your tits. —He ordered as he pointed at his cock—. I am fucking those too.
       Like the good Pokémon she was, she followed through. She grabbed her breasts and laid them on his legs, his cock right in between the two.
       Timmy started to take pictures right away, while comments on the video started to come in –and since the chat was closed, it all came in as notifications; making the phone vibrate like crazy.
       This brought Tuley the recent memories of how all of this started, how he used the same vibrating function to tease her on the kitchen –this just worsen her hatred towards him, but also triggered her body to be aroused again. Besides, she already knew what everyone had to say.
       «N U T»
       «ZAMN»
       «No fucking way! »
       «She got that fat nut! »
       «Best moans yet? »
       «I just came fr. »
       «Bro literally leaked company info? »
       «STFU I am investing on that A S S! »
       «Praise Arceus for that tail lifting her skirt tho, full view angle. »
       «I swear that asshole tho? Feeling hella lonely rn. »
       The pictures Timmy was taking were also causing an uproar, her tits; huge as they are, were still unable to fully hide his cock. And with every thrust the cum arround it spread to her breasts and then her hands; that hold it all in place. Everything kept turning into a mess –it didn’t take long before Timmy was hard again.
       —Timmy says, kiss it!
       Slowly approaching to it, Tuley gave it a shy kiss. She already didn’t know what a titfuck was, improvising the whole thing based only on Timmy’s instructions, now she had to try and do even more and at the same time.
       —Again, pig. —He sounded disappointed—. Pretend you love it!
       She didn’t have to pretend, she already felt a strange attraction to it that drove her crazy moments ago, But a lover’s kiss? She let her imagination go and went with the flow.
       She closed her eyes, still masturbating him; and went for it. She connected her lips to it and kept them for longer, almost sucking on it –she then let go and did it again, and again; she kissed it as much as she could. Without realizing it, more and more was going into her mouth, and her tongue played it out –and the taste of dick and cum filled up her mouth. She left it clean.
       Once again Timmy was overtaken by it all. Her tits felt just as good on his hands as they felt on his cock, and her lips felt just as wet as her pussy. Somehow, he already wanted to cum again.
       —Timmy says, faster!
       Tuley again did as she was told, and as pictures of her kissing Timmy’s cock were spread arround, more were taken. Timmy came again.
       Now she was covered on it but that didn’t matter, she was still going at it without remorse, like if Timmy’s moans were to her; the screams of pain she was longing for –like if by making him reach an orgasm somehow meant she had won.
       —Timmy says, stop!
       The kid struggled to order her arround as he almost fell of the chair from the pleasure. Just what was going on? He wondered as he looked arround the place, trying to regain his posture.
       Now it was Tuley with an evil grin and Timmy with the murderous look, whatever she was trying to do, he was not letting her win –this is Timmy says, a game where only he gets to play.


Business offer
       
       
       
       What began as your typical scene of abuser and his hopeless victim quickly turned into a game of two, Timmy couldn’t help himself to fuck her more and more and Tuley felt like she was influenced by the strongest of drugs –she hated him and all he had done until now, but her mind was consumed by her lust, and her body; albeit weak, demanded for more.
       It wasn’t just them; his chat was loving it too. Always demanding for more as they stormed the office for new places to fuck.
       At one time face-fucking her against the wall, near the entrance door –grabbing her by her horns as he thrusted in and out.
       «Bruh, wish my bitches came with handles too, wtf. »
       «Bitch was made for this, scripted. »
       «Arceus knew all along. »
       The force he was using was such that Tuley had no choice but to fight him back to reach for air at one point, the struggle between the two causing more than just a ruckus –by the time Timmy complied, a mysterious item fell into his hands. A long and beautiful scarf.
       Timmy took it, and distracted by it Tuley took that chance to get out of his grasp. But weakened by the constant sex and abuse; she had no way to run. He wrapped it around her neck and took each side into one arm; holding to her like you leash a dog –and pulled.
       All of her body stopped working at once as she got choked, the only thing she could do was hold to her scarf trying to breathe as Timmy pulled her back.
       Somehow, he was as aroused as ever as he saw her reaching for air, so he took it to his chat:
       «Well guys, it’s time for one last request. »
       Most replies were rather simple and even boring, and one; maybe a little too risky.
       «Knock her out, then fuck. »
       «Tie her to the desk. »
       «Doggy style, anyone? »
       «What about a Livestream? »
       Suddenly, everyone was on board with the idea, but Timmy so far had only done video and pictures as content; a livestream was too much work and relied on both him and his victim to cooperate; and Tuley was too much of a wildcard for him at this point. Maybe if he didn’t reply he could just play it off, right? But that user was not going to give up either.
       «Is a livestream worth 10’000 Poké-dollars maybe?»
       Chat went insane as proof of payment was shown, and it was real too, since not long after a notification on his phone confirmed so to be. He now had no choice. For such amount, if he didn’t; his run was over.
       —Seems you are one lucky pig. —Said Timmy as he pulled from her scarf again—. You are the first one to go live.
       Tuley tried to fight Timmy’s grasp, but the more she pulled forward the more she choked herself and soon enough she was down for the count.
       So, with one hour left on the clock, Timmy set his phone up and began his last act.
       —It seems that someone grew fond of your ass, pig. —He said as he approached her—.
       Timmy’s dick palpitated hard as he pushed it against her pussy, he was ready to fuck her again too, when the same person who donated sent him another message:
       «Make it anal. »
       Even Timmy stood in silence for a second, he had been a monster until now, fucking whoever he wanted and however he wanted; but he was a kid at the end of the day. Anal was something that he wouldn’t let cross his mind even by accident. To put it there?
       «FUCK YHEA! »
       «First anal? Let’s fucking go! »
       «We are so fucking back! »
       With hesitation in his mind, and Tuley trying to survive; chat had chosen a side. So, he took a deep breath and went for it, pushing his cock right in her asshole, stretching it out.
       For Tuley the pain was beyond description, she couldn’t even scream as she felt it open her wide; each inch of cock sliding deeper and deeper inside. Timmy felt overpowered as well, so tight and warm; his body demanding more as he pulled from the scarf. The feeling was just as good if not even better, right away he wanted to let it out.
       Everyone in chat cheered as the phone fell to the ground, pointing straight to Tuley’s dripping pussy and a perfect low angle of Timmy’s cock as it went all the way inside of her.
       «Scripted by Arceus himself! »
       «I was there! »
       «We reached the heavens fr. »
       «We peaked! »
       «Is this even real?! »
       Timmy’s first instinct was to start thrusting right away like he did so many times before, but Tuley; out of air, of hope, but somehow just as turned on –wrapped her tail around him keeping him from taking it out.
       —H—hey… chill the fuck out! —Timmy tried to command—.
       This was beyond doggy style as one wanted to pull out and the other kept pushing him inside.
       It wasn’t long after that his body gave up, filling her insides with his cum. Both of them reaching a new climax as he let her go to pick up his phone.
       And like she never existed to begin with, he focused on his fans as the livestream ended and everything started to be both uploaded and downloaded. He got dressed, even looked arround; proud of the mess.
       Tuley on the other hand; barely got up as she reached for a first aid-kit hidden in the back. Having potions on it as precaution for previous staff; she couldn’t believe she was now in need of something like that.
       —Fuck! —Timmy shouted—.
       He was looking underneath the door, to see everyone gathered outside, even her mom.
       —Closing time T. Seems to me you are now trapped. —Tuley commented as she recovered from her state—. Any ideas chat?
       Timmy was not happy with this, but if he made it this far; he knew he could make it out.
       —Timmy says, you figure it out. —He said as a snarky comeback—.
       —Why should I?
       Faithfull to himself to the very end, he grabbed his dick over his clothes and said:
       —Well, so I can come back to give you more.
       Tuley blushed, she was healed, and had things going for her after a run of terrible luck, why was she taking him up on that offer?! Just thinking about it set her heart racing –and looking at what was left of the office just made it worse.
       —Or I can wait it out until your mom finds out you are not back in the car. You think I forgot?
       Timmy knew she was right; it was a race against time, and he was running out of it as the conversation went on. Quickly he started to look arround for another way out.
       Tuley felt empowered, feeling she had defeated her enemy; but she was wrong. Like the first time she let her guard down, she did so again.
       Timmy had already proven himself a manipulator; he would make things go his way with methods most wouldn’t even think someone his age could imagine. He was able to put two and two together on the worst details –mostly the ones you feel the safest about.
       With no time to waste he scouted about, Tuley looking at him at every move he made, trying to look smug and confident as he did so –even if her mind was still going on about his offer. She wanted none of it but… maybe? Why would she? But that size… The empowerment of a master…
       —What are you looking at? —Tuley asked with violence—.
       Timmy had found a picture. It showed Tuley with her usual frown look that could kill anyone; but behind her, in a more cheerful pose was a smaller Pokémon, probably the same size as Timmy. She was of the same ashen pink colour, but that was about it –anything else made little to no resemblance.
       The little Pokémon girl had a blue dress and sandals, as well as a pink bow on her left ear. Deep blue eyes like the sky behind them and the sweetest of smiles. Timmy’s second favourite meal.
       Tuley quickly took the frame away from him. Aside from the moment he showed her the incriminatory pictures; this was the second time he saw her as scared –he knew he had hit a nerve. Was she a friend? A Pokémon’s family member usually looks the same, or too alike; like a pre-evolution or evolutions too, he learned this with the Lopunny sisters, one was like a smaller version of the other. Would that make her… her daughter? Sister? Mother? With some luck she could slip and say it herself.
       —Can’t wait for her to turn into someone like you. —Timmy said, betting on Tuley being an evolution—. Bet she’ll love cock as much as you.
       —Leave my sister out of this!
       Like clockwork, Tuley spoke more than what she should have. Even she couldn’t believe she had, either she was cursed or doomed to take the worst decisions when he was arround. Or Timmy was lucky to have found her dumbest sex toy.
       As he grinned with his usual smile Tuley went back into a state of panic.
       —Don’t even think about it.
       —How about we ask chat? —He replied, poking fun at her—.
       He had already taken a picture of it before Tuley even realized he had found it; he wasted no time posting the image on his chat.
       «Poll time: Menu of the day. »
       «Ain’t no way! »
       «But wait! There’s more! »
       Chat started going berserk again, first poking fun at both of the girls, as suggestions appeared next to them.
       Most of them were about having a threesome, how he could “eat” his pig out, as the new girl ride his cock.
       «Bruh, it won’t fit LMAO».
       «It will, trust me. »
       «Anatomy went on vacations for this dud. »
       «STFU, you know I’m right. »
       Others suggested what in Pokémon fights is commonly referred to as “a helping hand”, named after the move itself, where a Pokémon helps another on their next attack.
       «Let the pig teach her. »
       «Helping hand moment? »
       «Helping hand x2».
       «Helping hand x3».
       While some members did come up with ideas, most of the others simply backed up the ones they liked. Not that the recommendations weren’t creative, but everyone were there to beat their meats rather than to think.
       —I will destroy both you and your “chat” if you even think about it! —Tuley tried to threaten Timmy—.
       But he had nothing to lose, his options were staying there and getting caught by his mother; or forcing Tuley into doing what he wanted.
       —The way I see it pig, you either save my ass, or I destroy yours with mine. Everything I recorded goes public. This people will do as I told as long as I provide, if I don’t…
       —It is probably out; you think a kid like you can control so many? —Tuley still tried to gamble—.
       —They pay, I have names and addresses of everyone who enters my realm. If one barks; it all goes out, everyone will know who they are and what they pay for.
       She couldn’t hide the fear anymore, a kid with such prowess, with everyone on his palm. And just like them, she wasn’t safe either. Anyone who even came near him was trapped into his scheme with no way out. After all this time –who was really running out of time?
       —Sorry pig, but Timmy says: you will open that door and escort me out. —He continued—. Apologize to my mom and tell her to bring me back for tomorrow. And you better bring your sister, you wouldn’t want anyone to feel scammed. Don’t you?
       He wasn’t a kid; he was a demon, a monster with the looks of one. Whatever he was –he was not a child.
       —Yes… Timmy… —She replied trying to hide her discomfort—.
       Tuley opened her office door after all that time and Timmy’s mom was still sitting right there. Both Timmy and Tuley were surprised giving the fact that the conversation they had wasn’t that short; but neither wanted to risk questioning if this was good or bad luck –so, while Timmy’s mother was distracted with her boss, Timmy made a dash to the elevator.
       As he pressed the call button, Timmy looked back to Tuley one last time.
       —Miss Baker, you can go home already. —Tuley commented—.
       —I know Miss Tuley, I was waiting to apologize again for my son, I-
       —It’s ok, Miss Baker. —Tuley interrupted—. I myself may have overreacted as well…
       Timmy’s glance could be felt by her, she just had to look a little to the left and see the kid hugging the elevator frame looking back at her. Making sure she did as she was told.
       —I should be the one to apologize to your kid, please bring him back tomorrow.
       Tuley looked back at Timmy, who smiled his evil smile as he let the doors close and the elevator left. His mother was as surprised as ever as she had never seen her boss being this benevolent to anyone. But with no nanny wanting to take care of him anymore, being able to take him to work was just as good of an option. And most important of all, free.
       On the way back, Timmy was told that he was free of punishment. The mother rambling about what had happen:
       —I’ve never seen her apologize to anyone! Maybe she has a soft spot for kids? I am just glad she said I can take you back; otherwise, I have no idea what I would’ve done! You will have to behave twice as good, ok? I don’t want you to ruin this too.
       Her mother kept talking and talking on their way back, Timmy was glad to hear it too; meaning he was on the clear to keep tormenting her another day. All that was left was for Tuley to keep her part of the bargain and those videos will remain hidden.
       
       ***
       
       Tuley hadn’t left the office yet, cleaning the mess that Timmy did. The memories of these recent events clouding her judgment over and over, making her crave for more but yet wanting for it to be a terrible dream, a nightmare.
       As she took the picture of her and her little sister, she felt fear for her; worried that she would have a similar fate. She wasn’t even sure she could take him either, such a huge piece… She got wet again just thinking of it…
       She kept feeling this urge to touch herself all of a sudden as disgust ran through her gut.
       Such a vile obsession.
       On her way back home, those feelings did not change at all, even to go as far as to think about not returning at all. All to keep her safe.
       —Mewli… —She whispered to herself—.
       When she opened the main door there she was, waiting for her sister to come home. Mewli was the only person Tuley was ever good towards; having trade her to save herself felt like a ton of bricks falling on her as she saw that innocent smile on her face while she hugged her, floating arround as she pleased and asking all sorts of questions.
       —How was your day, sis? —Mewli asked over and over—.
       Her sweet voice and playful tail playing their part on portraying her cuteness.
       —Saw your picture on TV! And a lot of people shouting! Are you ok? —She kept asking about—.
       —It’s ok Mewli, your sister is too strong for them.
       —No one can take on my sister!
       No one, except for one. After all, the Mew sisters had a story of their own.
       Mewli, the first of all Pokémon, who you would assume would be the older sister. Frozen in time for a reason yet to be discovered, she was found by a group of scientists who answered to a terrible man. Unable to bring her back to life they used all their technology and wit to do the next best thing, a clone.
       But everything they tried kept going a-wire as monstrous recreations came to life; even breeding a new type of Pokémon; Ditto. With the sole ability to replicate everything they saw, human or creature.
       When they finally got it right so was born Tuley, arguably then the younger sister. But chaos arrived when she gained consciousness and fought back against her creators and swore to be the one in control.
       Her rampant power was what really woke up Mewli. As Tuley learned human customs Mewli searched for her, almost like an instinct. When she found her, she had already taken over Silph Co.
       That is how the current dynamic began, Mewli, as innocent as she was then; she was now. She saw what a bigger and stronger version of her was basically, her first impression was of family; and following that logic she called her “big sister”.
       Tuley, now aware of her origins due to her investigations on her captors; knew this was not the case –but once again, following human behaviour she complied; so, she called her “little sister”.
       And in an attempt to keep her from human harm so it began the new family of the Mew Sisters. Each growing fond of the other as time went by, Tuley more so becoming her protector.
       How was she going to protect her from this fate now? In her reach for power and control to give her that safety she now traded her for it, of all things. Could she live with the irony of this conundrum?
       Tuley’s face tried to hide the despair and sadness that flowed on her heart as she had already chosen to sacrifice her over her accomplishments, thinking that whatever happened; as long as she remained powerful, she could get away with whatever was necessary to keep her safe –except from him, that is.
       Mewli couldn’t really tell apart her usual gestures from the ones she had on right now. Sweet ignorance bliss as she hadn’t really matured into what the human world turns you into. The little girl simply happy to see her sister return home, floating arround and asking to play games and tell her tales from the outside world.
       —I’m hungry sis. —Mewli begged—.
       —I’ll have something ready, go back to your room now.
       —Okey!
       Mewli left her sister to work on dinner as she returned to her room to watch more TV, a device that seemingly never tired her as she religiously watched channel after channel, learning the world she lived in through it.
       
       ***
       
       —Now Timmy, don’t forget to take a bath first! —Timmy’s mother shouted—.
       As soon as they arrived home Timmy ran back to his room, barely re-arranging his mess to even sit on his chair. Immediately logging in to his server to review every piece of content he had made out of Tuley, while chat still argued what they wanted out of his next victim.
       Spending most of the time before dinner sipping on an almost empty soda pop while rapidly typing and clicking to compose a compilation of every single act into one complete video masterpiece.
       Timmy had no care in the world other than himself. Not even his mother was except from it as he only did what he had to do to keep her satisfied, running as little errands and completing as little tasks as possible as he instead used his time to his own desires.
       He had no one to care for, or to look after –living only on rampant pleasure; maybe heritage from his absent father.
       And the people he hangs out with was no different, people willing to have others suffer for their own pleasure as they spend their money over and over for yet another fix for their wicked desires.
       Everything encapsulated on a self-sustaining business of sex and degeneracy.
       
       ***
       
       —Mewli! Dinner’s ready! —Tuley shouted—.
       Like clockwork, Mewli sat down to eat with her sister –both silently taking bite after bite and sip after sip. But as excited and energetic as she was, Mewli was also a fast eater; cleaning her plate in an instant as Tuley took her time.
       —Is it fun? To work.
       —Work is not for having fun. There are a lot of things to do and to oversee.
       —Will you ever take me to work too? —Mewli wondered, worried her sister wasn’t having fun—.
       Tuley could tell it was now or never to fulfil her end of the bargain with Timmy, to take her to work and have her face her same faith. Tuley had already fed herself the idea that in the end it was for Mewli’s own sake –to be offered to him as tribute for the greater good. At least until he finds a new victim to torment.
       That was what gave her peace of mind, that hopefully it would be a temporary thing. Her biggest hope was to be rendered; along with her sister, as mere playthings and get disposed of after the fact.
       —Tomorrow. —Tuley replied—. Tomorrow you can come with me to work.
       —Really! Yay! I can’t wait! —Mewli seemed excited—. Who works there? Other Pokémon? Humans? Both?
       Tuley tried not to feel guilty as Mewli flew arround the living room in excitement. She went up and down, left and right and then back to her room looking for things to wear.
       Tuley simply tried to act as herself as she cleaned the table and head to bed.
       
       ***
       
       —Timmy! Dinner’s ready! —His mother shouted—.
       Timmy made a dash to the kitchen, having done nothing of what his mother had asked him to do. Just there to pick up his plate and head back to his hideout.
       —I told you to take a bath!
       A second-hand apology flew out of Timmy’s mouth as he ignored her and took his plate. Nothing too fancy either, a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.
       Besides, Timmy had no time to lose as he still had to plan his endeavour for tomorrow and work on his torture routine.
       «I say just have her do the same things. »
       «Just have one fuck the other and then fuck them. »
       «Really? No threesome suggestions? »
       «Have the big one teach the smaller one then. »
       «She clearly likes to watch; I say focus on the other. »
       «All of the above? »
       «Are you guys really going to make me choose? »
       «Have the big dono dude said anything? »
       « … »
       «Double fellatio? »
       «Bruh STFU »
       As sudden as it came to be, as sudden was his disappearance, but the others didn’t care for it was then their chance of being in Timmy’s spotlight as everyone rambled of what to do and even linked other videos and images of different positions, etc.
       He couldn’t wait any longer. Thinking of all and every idea that came to his mind as he finished his dinner while his most recent masterpiece finished uploading.
       With a quick bath and some lazy cleaning, he went to sleep, excited for the big day.
       
       ***
       
       —Now, go to bed. —Tuley comforted Mewli as she tucked her in bead—.
       —I bet we are going to have lots of fun! —Mewli replied still excited—.
       Tuley kissed her sister on the forehead, stood up and left the room, doing her best to not let out any sign of the pain inside of her.
       But as she tried to fall asleep, the recent memories of her rape simply kept her awake. Now a constant reminder of both the pain and the pleasure she felt as part of her still demanded for more.
       Tuley’s mind came back to Mewli; if he was ruthless with her, he could do the same to Mewli. She couldn’t help it, she started to cry as her mind manufactured the worst things happening to Mewli –for the first time ever experiencing such a terrible despair.
       Trying to be as silent as she could to not disturb her sleep, Tuley cried herself to sleep wondering at which point did everything went wrong.
       
       ***
       
       The next morning, as things calmed down on Timmy’s side; his morning came as usual. He spent time online as any other kid on a Sunday would and minded his own business like nothing ever happened the day before.
       The outside noise was the same as it was the day before and the one before it. For the Baker household it was just another day.
       —Timmy, get ready! I am not going to be late again!
       Like the day before, Timmy did not listen as his usual sensory overload took over his senses, once again prompting his mom to go get him yet again.
       —Tim! I am not playing!
       And just like the day before, fear for his mother’s wrath kicked in and he got dressed. Red shirt and jeans with his good old’ light-up sneakers.
       His mother rushed him to the kitchen to have a quick breakfast, eggs, hashbrown and bacon, juice, milk and bread.
       —I still don’t know what happened between you and Miss Tuley, but you better behave twice as much this time or else I am taking your battle passes and your whatever you call those subscriptions you always ask for. Understood?
       —Yes mom… —Timmy replied with a bored-out tone—.
       He was doing his best to sound as normal as he could, but deep inside he was anxious. It was the first time he got to play again with the same victim; and not only that, but he was also getting a 2x1 promo with it. Just thinking about it made him turn into his worst self.
       —Once you are done, wash your mouth and straight to the car.
       
       ***
       
       —Morning sis! Morning sis! —Mewli’s cute voice was heard from the other side of the door—.
       Tuley, who got her usual sleep, but didn’t rest at all; could just manage to open her eyes to the sweet dew of a new day right before wanting to close them up again. But her sister was adamant, and today was a big day for her too; no slacking off like a Snorlax.
       —C’mon sis! We are going to be late!
       As Mewli kept shouting, the door finally opened; little by little showing off a washed-up Pokémon. Her pyjamas falling off of her as she tried to put them back in place.
       Tuley looked at her with a fake smile that fooled no one. It was unknown to Mewli how her sister would look like when she was sad or worried, but now she could see both states at the same time, and yet she made nothing of it hoping her attitude would fix Tuley’s.
       —Get ready as I make breakfast. —Tuley said trying to sound cheerful—.
       Her sister wasted no time going back to her room, getting ready for her big day, while Tuley tried to keep it together as she cooked –forgetting to get dressed herself.
       When Mewli returned to the kitchen, eggs and berries were neatly arranged on her plate; but her sister was missing. Tuley simply shouting from her room:
       —I am getting dressed, eat before it gets cold!
       At the end it was just an excuse for her not to eat herself, still anxious for the day ahead.
       Once both were ready it was time to leave. Tuley with her usual business attire, now missing her scarf; and Mewli had the same cute dress she was wearing on that picture Timmy saw. Unbothered by human restrains, both flew to the office.
       
       ***
       
       «What’s on the menu boys? »
       «Starting the day beating my meat. »
       «Not your menu dumbass, T’s. »
       «Starting the day beating my meat. »
       «LMAO, gottem. »
       «Chill, just enjoy the show. »
       —I don’t understand how you kids can spend so much time on those phones, I see a computer for 8 hours a day and already have enough for a headache. —Timmy’s mother tried to start a conversation—.
       But Timmy was focus on running his business, keeping the masses entertained while they made their way to the Silph Co. Offices.
       Besides, he still had nothing planned; most if not all of his hunts were improvised in the moment. He was sure he could come up with something once he was there.
       
       ***
       
       Finally, both stories collide as Timmy and his mother reach the top floor.
       Every other employee minding their own business as per usual, they both walked to the main office, where Tuley was already waiting for them with a shy Mewli hugging onto her leg.
       —Miss Tuley! Good morning. —Timmy’s mother bowed—.
       —Miss Baker, Timmy.
       Tuley looked at him with menace, still resenting what he did to her and whatever he was ready to do to Mewli. While Mewli looked at her sister puzzled by her mean glance, almost too scared to ask about it.
       —Oh! Who is the little one?
       —Miss Baker, this is my sister Mewli.
       —Hello Mewli! —Timmy’s mom said cheerfully—.
       Mewli only replied with a smile that fainted as her shyness took over her.
       —This is my son, Timmy. I bet you two will have lots of fun. Right, Timmy?
       —Yes, mom…
       Timmy pretended as usual, but his evil grin was indistinguishable for Tuley as he glanced over Mewli, almost prompting her to hide Mewli behind her.
       —Mewli, was it? —Timmy took initiative—. We should play something!
       He promptly invited himself to Tuley’s office trying to drag Mewli with him on the process. Mewli, ignorant to how anything worked suspected this to be a normal occurrence; but you could still feel some fear coming out of her. Tuley; lastly, closed the door and locked it, hoping this would avoid interruptions that might jeopardize the whole thing.
       By the time Tuley looked back to them, Timmy was already taking pictures of Mewli and posting them. Each picture showed Timmy’s evil smile and Mewli’s scared and shaky smile as well; with her eyes looking at the camera and then away, looking at Timmy and away once again, trying to find what to look at without feeling observed.
       «Break her already! »
       «She’s clueless LMAO. »
       «She’s so gonna get it. »
       «Needs more tits tho. »
       «Normies GTFO. »
       «#Flat »
       «#STFU. » 
       Timmy wasted no time in touching her inappropriately, scaring Mewli even more; unsure if she should be fighting back; whilst looking at her sister who did nothing to stop him.
       —You had your fu-
       —Timmy says, shut up! —He interrupted Tuley—. The show’s about to begin.
       Mewli jumped out of fear with Timmy’s shouting, even more puzzled as Tuley did as she was told by him; her mind already kicking in on her submissive mode as a way to protect herself. Her poor little sister now almost on her own to discover what was to come.
       Timmy, untouched by this, started to set up his camera like last time –this time pushing little Mewli into the shot instead of Tuley.
       —Welcome to the show, this is T back again with your favourite pig.. —He made a dramatic pause as Mewli looked confused—. Oh wait, my bad. Turns out the pig has a sister!
       He started to grope her again as he continued. Mewli feeling more and more uncomfortable, almost wanting to cry.
       —With a cute blue dress and a pink bow and nice sandals. You are a good girl, Aren’t you? —His hand went under her dress, noticing she was wearing no underwear—.
       —Y-yes…
       —I bet you are, piggy.
       —My n-name is Mewli-
       Timmy slapped Mewli that instant, correcting her.
       —Today your name is piggy.
       Mewli wanted to reach into Tuley’s arms, but Timmy stopped her in her tracks as he forced her to look into the camera one last time.
       —Time to get ready for some fun and games with little piggy and big pig.
       Finally, after saying that, he let go of her and she jumped into Tuley’s arms, breaking into silent crying. Tuley’s heart was broken already, leaking her own tears as she tried to comfort her sister, kneeling down to fully protect her with her own body.
       —Ok, T. —Tuley tried to confront him—. Do your worst to your pig but spare her.
       Timmy had no problem pulling her to scene, Tuley pushing her sister away as to not drag her along. Once again Tuley was ready to be the star of the show if that meant Mewli’s safety.
       —Well guys, the pig wants to strike a deal! Should we remind her the name of our little game?
       —Please, T. I’ll-
       Timmy slapped Tuley as hard as he could, it was a wonder his mother didn’t start asking questions like last time with all the noise; probably expecting something like it with kids playing. Tuley had to take her hands to her cheeks as she tried to numb the pain.
       —Begging will only make it worse for both of you if you are not careful.
       —Then I’ll convince you.
       In an attempt to get on Timmy’s good side as fast as she could, she started to undress herself, taking off her shirt and bra, and pulling Timmy’s jeans down with his underwear, exposing her and Mewli to his huge dick.
       Tuley’s temperament even changed a little as her thirst for it started to leak out; but Mewli was completely out of the loop, unaware of any sexual context or taboo, just assuming this was all related to what one does at work.
       Timmy was surprised and delighted with Tuley’s improv and even started to get hard already; his face drawing a big smile out of him as Tuley played with her tits to tease him into doing her instead.
       —I am listening… —He concluded—. Just know I get distracted really fast.
       Thinking of something as fast as she could she leaned towards him and began masturbating him with her hands, hoping to get him hard as quick as possible so that way he may get bored faster. Even started to talk dirty just to keep his focus on herself. Timmy feeding her the idea that her efforts worked to keep him distracted, while he actually plotted how to introduce Mewli in all of this.
       —Piggy. Are you looking? You should learn this stuff too if you’re going to be here.
       Tuley’s hopes of having her sister out of this died in that instant, but still she continued as if feeding herself lies that this would ultimately work on her favour –or maybe plain lust for having him fuck her again one way or another.
       Mewli, still unhappy with her nickname; floated to them to observe. Even if she was ignorant to the sexual connotations of their actions; her body flustered and blushed as she viewed her sister intensely go up and down with her hands.
       —Go on, help her. —Timmy suggested—.
       But Mewli couldn’t push herself to do so, Tuley trying to tell her “Don’t” with her eyes, too.
       —T says, help her.
       Mewli, afraid of Timmy; did as she was told. Her shaky hands touching on Tuley’s, and Tuley gently graving them –gently helping her to understand the movements she had to do, even going as far as to putting them underneath her own so she could also feel the texture of Timmy’s cock and grasp the perspective on just how big it was compared to her, reaching as much as half her size; already being shorter than him.
       —See guys? T can be benevolent from time to time. —Timmy mocked them with his laughter—.
        
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