Ruined Mons#2


        The pounding of the pulse in her veins was all Gothortia heard as her mind surfaced into consciousness, head thumping, sinuses burning. Lying on the damp dirty ground, Gothorita sat up slowly, rubbing her head. Eyes coming back into focus, Gothorita gazed at her surroundings, unsure of where she was. She appeared to be in a dingy alley, a brick wall & a gigantic dumpster on one end, a chain-link fence & gate on the other. Blinking twice & using the wall for support, Gothorita slowly wobbled to her feet. Fear, anger & embarrassment plagued her as she noticed that her 1,500 Poké designer bikini was missing.
        Earlier that day Gothorita decided to spend the day at Whiscash splash waterpark, wanting an excuse to wear her new bikini. She had demanded that her parents rent out the park for the day, not wanting to share the water with “Poor” Mon’s. Gothorita considered anything below the 1% to be poor. To her dismay her parents refused, wanting their daughter to spend time with other Mon’s & possibly make friends. They compromised, of course, renting her a fully staffed private pavilion. Gothorita was sure everyone was jealous of her, but in reality, no one cared, save some pervs intrigued by her skimpy bikini. One of these perves happened to be Garbodor, king of the waterpark.
Noticing Gothorita as he did with all guests, her skimpy bikini held his attention & her bratty rich girl attitude left him longing to knock her down a peg.  Every peg. Ambushing her outside the restroom just like his last victim, a cute Kirlia, Garbodor gassed stripped & dumped her in his ally.
Fuming about her Bikini, Gothorita slowly wobbled her way towards the gate, clutching the wall for support. As the pain in her head & sinuses diminished, Gothorita smelt the acrid odor of chlorine & heard the sounds of rushing water. Figuring she was still at the waterpark, Gothorita planned to raise hell for this, not only was she dumped in an alley but her designer bikini was stolen! Gothorita’s rage only increased & malicious ideas began filling her head. Caught up in her nasty plots, Gothorita was unaware of the dumpster silently opening & a massive figure slowly sliding out. Inside the dumpster, Gothorita’s bikini was visible upon one wall, next to a cum crusted simple swimsuit, & several others.
Making it a few feet more, Gothorita’s progress ground to a halt as a noxious odor enveloped her, inflaming her sinuses once more. Whipping around in disgust, Gothorita found herself face to Crotch with a massive Garbodor. Coughing to the point she could barely breathe, Gothorita remembered that a few years ago a young Mon had disappeared in this park. Knowing enough about Garbodors to recognize trouble, Gothorita tried to run, realizing the danger she was in. Before Gothorita took more than a few steps the 12ft Garbodor grabbed her head & forced her to face him.
Kicking & scratching, Gothorita tried to fight, to free herself from his grasp but it was futile. Garbodors studded dick was already rock-hard, standing at 3ft with a massive studded knot & dripping pre, the droplets sizzling like dragon's blood. He shoved his toxic member into Gothorita's mouth until it could go no further. The last time he did this, Garbodor thought,  it was to ruin the innocence, determination, & joy of a plucky achieve-it-herself Kirlia. Now it was to drag a bratty rich snob into the grime & filth of the lowest class. Garbodor pondered both scenarios but was unsure which he liked more. For her part, Gothorita was panicking & trying to throw up, her head already swimming from the horrendous odor. The greasy dick burned her face & sent an uncomfortable warmth shooting throughout her body that quickly transitioned into a profound chill as numbness overtook her. Garbodor watched in satisfaction as his dick mollified the bratty girl, making Gothorita numb & lethargic, unable to resist him. Grabbing her head, Garbodor began bobbing Gothorita’s head up & down his shaft. Gothorita was helpless against his power. She could no longer think straight, all she could do was flail weakly as Garbodor used her as he pleased. A devilish idea overtaking him, Garbodor stuck a finger into his mushy underside. Holding it there for a few seconds, Garbodor removed the finger & wiped it under Gothorita’s nose, enjoying her obvious discomfort.
Face fucking Gothorita at a leisurely pace, Garbodor used long deep strokes to give Gothorita the full experience, making sure she tasted his dick, really felt the foulness inside her. Taste it she most certainly did, Gothorita tasted every bit of rot, dirt, & chemical waste Garbodors dick had to offer as the member rubbed the inside of her mouth raw. Far worse than the smell, the dick tasted like a garbage dump, next to an ocean, at midday, In July. Gothorita knew that no matter what happened, the taste would never truly leave her. Smiling smugly, Garbodor knew his dick would make the girl’s mouth as rotten as the words it spews. 
So pleased & so turned on by this was Garbodor, that he could no longer hold back. Pushing Gothorita to the base of his cock, Garbodor let loose a massive torrent of cum into Gothorita’s throat & mouth. Despite the numbness of her body, the heat of Garbodor’s cum scalded her throat, liters of the “Toxic sperm” bloating her belly & rotting her mouth. If the taste of Garbodor’s dick was bad, then the taste of his cum was 15x worse. It was so bad that Gothorita could “Feel” the taste seeping into her bones.
Ten minutes passed before Garbodor finished up his orgasm with a satisfied sigh. Peeling the bloated Gothorita off his dick, the inside of her mouth was several shades of brown with patches of black, completely rotten. Coughing & sputtering from the ordeal, Garbodor allowed Gothorita to catch her breath, get her bearings, & rest for a moment. For what fun would it be if Gothorita had no sense left?
After twelve minutes Gothorita’s breathing returned to normal & her coughing stopped. Glaring at Garbodor with venom in her eyes, Gotorita tasted the inside of her mouth & visibly paled, trying not to throw up as thoughts of the “Toxic sperms” effects bombarded her consciousness. A sick smile crept onto the face of Garbodor as he beheld the helplessness of his prey. He forced Gothorita onto her back, pushing her down as she struggled, leaving her completely at his mercy. Grabbing her legs next, Garbodor spread them to either side of Gothorita’s head, leaving her pussy bare, jutting, & exposed. Pink & pristine, Garbodor salivated at the sight of Gothorita’s billion Poké pussy, her most expensive “Asset”. Chuckling darkly, Garbodor lowered his head & took a massive lick of Kirlia’s pussy, enjoying a taste of luxury. Kirlia whimpered in pain from his corrosive saliva, her vulva sizzling wherever the massive brown tongue made contact.
Only once Gothorita’s vulva was swollen to twice its normal size & its liquid flowed like mead was Garbodor satisfied with his tongue job. Rising back to his full height, Garbodor looked Gothorita in her scared wide eyes & lined his shaft up with her entrance. Gothorita begged & pleaded with Garbodor not to do it, fear welling up in her veins like led at the thought of what Garbodor’s cock would do to her future. Ignoring her pleas, Garbodor probed the organ with the tip of his dick before slowly pushing open the bloated entrance. Spurred on by Gothorita’s pleading, Garbodor penetrated the young Mon with perverse pleasure, loving the hot tears that flowed down her face because of it. Inch by inch Garbodor pushed deeper into Gothorita, the studs that covered his dick incessantly rubbing against her extremely tight walls like a fish scaler. With every inch, the price of that high-class pussy fell, getting closer & closer to worthless, just like Gothorita’s future.
Screaming now, Gothorita knew she had to do something, she had to escape, Mon’s like her did not lose to Mon’s like him. But there was nothing Gotheorita could do, Garbodor’s dick burned like a hot iron poker & she was powerless to resist it. All could do was watch her body & pussy stretch as the burning rod wormed deeper inside her. Suddenly feeling romantic as he stared into the angry face of the screaming mon, Garbodor bent down & kissed her deeply. Eyes widening in shock, Gothorita’s pain became secondary to the horror of Garbodor’s tongue exploring her rotten mouth. His tongue somehow more disgusting than his dick, Garbodor’s tongue scraped away the layers of mush coating the inside of Gothorita’s mouth, including the soft cheese-like lumps that used to be her teeth. Once he was finished, Garbodor reeled his tongue back in & took a look in Gothorita’s mouth, pleased to see a toothless brown cavity with a massive rotten tongue, the mouth of a female Garbodor.
Satisfied with the upper mouth, Garbodor’s attention returned to the lower, pleased to see that all 3ft of his dick smushed into Gothorita save for the studded knot. Looking from his knot to Gothorita’s eyes & back again, Garbodor’s sadistic smile grew into a shit-eating grin. Understanding Garbodor’s meaning, Gothorita’s wide eyes became tiny pinpricks & she shook her head no, Garbodor shook his head yes, Gothorita shook her head no, Garbodor tightened the grip on her legs & shoved the knot in. A cry shrill enough to crack glass emanated from Gothorita’s rotten mouth as the knot penetrated her, killing any value left in her poor pussy as her hymen was shattered & his dick smacked her cervix. Gothorita’s pussy had been the plan for her future, using the supple rose to net herself a billionaire Mon like her mother did, breaking the condom & living on easy street for the rest of her life. Now that was all gone, no way a used pussy, by a Garbodor no less, could net her a Mon of the status she demanded. Even if she escaped this Gothorita knew she would have to work for a living. Gothorita shuttered at the thought. Garbodor did not allow his prey to wallow in self-pity for long though, letting loose an ear-splitting banshee wail, Garbodor began to fuck her mercilessly. Popping out his knot with each thrust, Garbodor shook Gothorita like a stone under a dwarf’s hammer, fucking her with enough speed-N’-the power to put a Rapidash to shame. Screaming in terror as well as pain, Gothrita’s eyes seemed to freeze in place as Garbodor’s dick bulges her stomach to the extreme & his knot stretched her labia with every thrust. Ironically, Gothorita soon found herself feeling lucky, lucky that besides the burning of the dick’s touch, the numbness that filled her deadened the sensation of her body stretching & of any other pains that should rightfully plague her. Buckling down, Gothorita accepted she could not escape, not now in any case, so she resolved to withstand Garbodor’s abuse, to deny him the pleasure of breaking her mind & spirit as he did her body, & to escape the moment the chance arose. Gothorita resolved to destroy him, utterly & completely.
Forty-eight hours. For Forty-eight hours Garbodor fucked her, two days of non-stop penetration while lying on the filthy ground. The waterpark had closed & opened twice, TWICE! Since Gothorita first awoke in the alley, yet Garbodor showed no signs of stopping. Gothorita was beyond exhausted, her voice gone, her nose filled with rot, & her eyes bloodshot, yet Garbodor remained as fresh as clean linens on a spring Sunday. It did not matter though, Gothorita refused to quit, refused to give in, to give Garbodor the satisfaction, she’d rather die. Fate, it seemed, had other plans, however, for at that exact moment, Garbodor’s grip once again tightened on her legs like a vice, & with another banshee wail, he buried his dick & knot deep inside her & unleashed his legacy.
Cum gushed from Garbodor’s bulging dick like a burst fire hydrant, Shooting into Gothorita & spraying throughout the ally around them. Hissing & sizzling wherever it hit, the acrid smoke made guests wonder why the waterpark smelt like a burning landfill. A silent scream left Gothorita’s rotten mouth as gallons of Garbodor’s “Toxic sperm” entered her, burning her insides like lava, making the load that went down her throat tickle by comparison. Garbodor had planned that of course, letting his load churn & fester inside him for two days to maximize its potency. Compared to what was happening outside, inside was less chaotic for the moment but no less awful. Billions of Garbodor’s “Toxic swarm” swarm up Gothica’s love tunnel, burned through her cervix, & swarmed the womb where four ova swam.
The ova were not supposed to be in the womb that day, the ovaries had forbidden it, the news from the outside scared them & they thought it best to keep every ova inside where they were safe. These ova thought they knew better, it was a nice day in the womb & they hated being cooped up, so they snuck out to swim & play for a bit, no harm no foul. Frozen in place, the four stared at the hoard of “Toxic sperm” nothing moved, nothing breathed. Then as if snapping out of a trance, the four ova rushed hell for leather back to the fallopian tubes. It was futile. The sperm was on them in moments, swarming like piranhas, nipping & burrowing into the ova until they broke through their defenses. Flooding through the gaps like water, the “Toxic sperm” packing into the ova until there was not an ounce of space or give in the dense balls of wriggling invaders. Then they exploded, the womb filling with a rotten brown cloud of smaller sperm. This sperm burrowed deep into the Ova’s DNA, its toxic touch changing warping & mutating the ova with malicious intent. The ova screamed as their bodies rotted, mutating & twisting into a corrupt malicious form, the sperm taking great care to ruin anything the ova could use to get ahead & life, just as Garbodor had their mother. As their twisted forms adhered to the uterine wall, their minds & bodies still corrupting, the ova’s last thought was regret at disobeying the ovaries, then their consciousness faded into the inky void.
Fifteen minutes later Garbodor’s orgasm came to an end, his torrent of cum slowed to a stop & an eerie silence fell upon the ally, the only sounds the rush of water, Gothorita’s heavy panting, & the hissing & sizzling of cum. The ally looked as if a paint bomb went off inside it, everything was covered in a thick layer of yellowish-brown cum, including Gothorita at ground zero. Not an inch of Gothorita’s body had been spared, every part of her was covered in cum, replacing her numb chill with a stifling warmth. Her eyes still locked in place, Gothorita was forced to stare at her bloated stomach above which Garbodor still towered. The cum in her womb felt like a lump of burning coal & her body had no strength but Gothorita’s gaze remained determined, she had not passed out & her mind remained her own, she had won. As Gothorita silently celebrated her hollow victory, the smell of ozone ripped through the air. The smell surprised Gothorita but Garbodor just smiled knowingly, he had expected this.
Moments later Gothorita’s body began to glow silver, her entire being converting into energy. Despite her exhaustion Gothorita began to struggle, her resolve & determination forgotten, replaced by fear. Gothorita had to get away, had to stop evolving, if she evolved now something horrific would happen, she could feel it in her core (That was quickly becoming energy.). Pleased by her struggling, Garbodor released her legs & laced his fingers behind his head while jutting his hips forward, giving him the best view possible of Gothorita’s bloated cum covered body. Freed from his grip, Gothorita flopped like a fish impaled on his dick, she had to get away, she could not evolve here. The effort, however fantastic, ultimately proved futile as no matter how much Gothorita thrashed Gaorbodor’s studded monster cock & knot held fast, firmly rooted in her swollen, burning pussy. Unable to escape or stop evolving, Gothorita futility trashed until the silver light fully enveloped her & she grew still.


One Year Later:


A cool breeze swept through the midsummer evening, bringing with it the first hits of the early fall that was to come & the harsh winter beyond it. Racing its way through the downtown, the quieter suburbs, & the still bustling shopping district, the wind petered out as it entered the bad part of town, an urban housing district populated by the town's factory workers. Dying out completely in front of a fleabag motel, The motel seemed mostly abandoned, with few cars in the parking lot & a dark interior, save for the lobby lights & curiously one lit up the room with its curtains open.
Looking through the window, one would spot a motel room with four cribs lining the walls. Pressed up against one corner was a sheetless, well-worn bed, along with several other pieces of well-worn furniture scattered haphazardly around the room. It all seemed fairly normal at a glance, the room of a Mon with kids who were a bit down on their luck, hopefully working to better the situation. Stepping inside though told a different story. The room stank to like a burning landfill. Trash, dirty clothes, & sexual paraphernalia littered the floor, the bed & other furniture was covered in a wide variety of stains, some old, many fresh, & in the cribs three Trubbish & an obese Gothita slept. On the nightstand, a picture of a nasty Pokemon’s backside & vag stood,  yellowish cum flowing from the orifice. On the right wall of the room, a second door stood. Inside it was a shabby bathroom, the mirror dirty, the toilet as worn as the other furniture & the shower dry & unused. From the bathroom, the sounds of snorting & shuffling could be heard & as the toilet flushed, the door swung open. Squeezing out of the bathroom was a figure best described as a Gothitelle viewed through the bottom of a dirty bar glass. This was no twisted & distorted vision though, this was a young Mon that until last year was a spoiled rotten Gothorita.
As it turned out, Gothorita had every reason to fear evolving when she did. As her body became energy, the gallons of cum that covered & filled her diffused into her, Gorbodor’s DNA becoming part of her DNA, mutating it into a dark & twisted version of the original blueprint. Expecting this outcome after last time, Garbodor was not surprised but was still extremely pleased with how well it worked out. With a stretch & a crack of his back, Garbodor slid back into his dumpster, dragging Gothitelle behind him, her body still impaled on his dick. It was time to rot her mind.
 Closing the lid, Garbodor switched on the light & finally removed his dick from Gothitelle’s sore-&-bloated pussy with a loud squelch, he was not worried about her trying to flee; it would take Gothitelle hours to regain enough strength to try. Picking her designer bikini off the wall, Garbodor made sure Gothitelle had a good view before smearing his dick all over it, his toxins sizzling & hissing wherever they touched the expensive fabric. Anger flared up in Gothitelle’s hazy mind as Garbodor destroyed the garment, she couldn’t form a thought to express her anger but was angry nonetheless. Her anger pleased Garbodor, he worried that his actions had broken her mind & she could no longer recognize stimulation like so many others before her. Glancing at a large pile of dirty swimsuits in a corner, Garbodor hung the now cum-crusted bikini back in its spot next to the others, since Gothitelle’s mind remained intact he could move on to step two.
Over the next week, Garbodor packed seven years of bad decisions & a piss poor lifestyle into Gothitelle 24-7. He continued to fuck her constantly, filling her with countless gallons of cum. Forced her to eat her weight in filth a day, swelling her body at breakneck speeds. Injecting her with dozens of chemicals from the needles in his tubed fingers, warping her mind to need cock, to live in trash, to eat filth, & crave pregnancy, as a result, her IQ dropped, her face lost it youthful exuberance, & a mole sprouted under her right eye. Once the week was over, Gothroita was a bloated, slobbering mess that craved filth. Garbodor’s work was done.
Banishing her from his domain, Garbodor watched as Gothorita waddled her way down his alley & out the chain-link gate. Within the hour she was whisked back home after confirming her identity. Within two months, after her parents gave up on trying to fix her, Gothorita was kicked out. While her parents were sympathetic, they did not believe the convoluted, mostly unintelligible story she told, instead of believing all this was due to her own poor choices. All the schools, tutors, & money in the world couldn’t teach their daughter common sense it seemed, plus, how would it look if their solicit friends saw her? They would be the laughing stock of upper-crust. So once the excitement of her return had worn off & the press backed off they set her up with a motel room in the bad part of town where she was least likely to be tied to them, plus judging by her apparent lifestyle most of her “Friends” would be there. They gave her a prepaid debit card loaded with 3k Poké a month, enough to keep her entertained & away from trying to find a job, Arceus knows what a disaster that would be. So packing her thing (The few she yet to ruin), Her parents dropped her off, said goodby, & tried to forget their daughter outside of photos & a few monthly bills.
It didn’t take long for Gothitelle to get in trouble, withing a few weeks she began prostituting herself, her mushy mind randomly remembering her parent’s desire for her to be a business Mon. Each night she would go out, working off a pay what you want model & often eating out of dumpsters while her clients fucked her, “Getting stuffed from both ends” one could say. As her due date approached, Gothitelle moved her “Business” back to her hotel room, fucking a dozen or more Mon’s a night, ruining the once relatively decent bed & furniture, turning the shabby room into a gross sex den.
Scratching her butt as she walked, Gothitelle checked on the cribs occupants before sitting down on a piece of ruined furniture. Since her evolution, Gothitelle’s body had become radically different from the rest of her species, like an orc compared to an elf, further compounded by her lifestyle. Unlike most Gothitelle who were naturally thin & youthful looking, she was extremely fat with thick arms, legs, & a stomach that jutted out several inches with her growing pregnancy but would otherwise hang several inches below her waist. Her face had an aged look to it, covered in lines & blemishes, leading Mon’s to assume she was middle-aged despite her actual youthfulness. Most noticeably though was her clothing or lack thereof. Gothitelle lacked the organic dress all other Gothitelle, including her mother, wore, instead she had to cover herself in whatever cheap garments she could scrounge up, much to the fabrics detriment. Her current outfit consisted of a stained white tank top & dirty pink sweatpants shorts, which her disgusting, discolored pussy hung out of.
Currently awaiting her first “Client”, Gothitelle rubbed her swollen stomach, wondering who’s kid was inside, she’d been with so many Mon’s since the last four-shot out of her like greased up bowling balls that it was impossible to tell. Her pondering did not last long however as a knock on the door snapped her out of it. Indicating to come in, Gothitelle stood up with a grunt as her six o’clock walked in, an adolescent Garbodor. Much smaller than her first Garbodor, he was still otherwise hung like a Mudsdale. Sitting him on the edge of the bed, Gothitelle smiled sweetly before opening her rotten mouth & wrapping her massive tongue around the Garbodor’s dick, embracing it in her vacuum-like fellatio. Sucking his dick with the speed & precision of a true expert, it took only minutes for Gothitelle’s skilled tongue to cause the Garbodor to blow his load, filling her mouth & hitting her face. Removing the dick from her mouth, Gothitelle climbed onto Garbodor’s lap & lowered her nasty pussy onto his still rockhard dick, cum dripping from her lips. This Garbodor lacked the knot of the other & as a result, Gothitelle slid down his shaft like a greased up pole to the base. As Gothitelle began to bounce, the Garbodor pulled down her top, exposing her sloppy boobs. Turned on by the sight of her titties, Gothitelle’s boobs began to lactate in response, spraying streams of slimy rancid milk that hit the opposite wall.
Just like with the blowjob, it did not take Gothitelle’s pussy long to finish off the Garbodor. With a cry, he let off another nasty load deep in her pussy, causing a nice warmth to fill her. With a satisfied sigh, the Garbodor let his dick slip from Gothitelle’s nasty pussy & hang off the bed. As the pair enjoyed the after sex dopamine, Gothitelle looked around the room & thought about her life & if this was what she wanted, & she realized she had never been happier.