LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE Sup Forums!

LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE Sup Forums!

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A new challenger approaches!

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Let's go

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That actually looks like jokers war face in FMJ. Kek

M-mooo

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Jamesthetable

Aaaaaggggghhhhh

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THAT'S YOUR WHORE FACE! NOW, LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE!

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ᕕ( ͡°ᴥ ͡°)ᕗ

EIN VOLK EIN REICH EIN FÜHRER

I WILL RIDE ETERNAL, SHINY, AND CHROME

I think that doggo is autistic

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Gardevoir could take no more. She gave himself over to him. He was her
master. She would please him any way she could and never make another
whimper in reply. She suckled on his piece as he pulled it in and out.
Cracked lips smothered him, teasing glands and glans. He gripped her
arms, squeezing tighter. More pain roared through her and she sucked
harder. She gagged, puking a little. The bile stung him, so he drove
another fist into her eye.

Through the pain she sucked and finally he came. As he did, his mind
cracked a little more. He gripped her head, forcing his cock into the
back of her throat. She vomited again, squirting half-digest plant
matter all over both of them and he lashed her. Her tiny bones
splintered under his blows and he came harder at her destruction.

Weeks later David finally found himself at Cerulean city. Gardevoir
wasn’t looking very good. She didn’t respond to vocal stimuli and
couldn’t see out of the eye he caved in, but he felt no remorse for it.
Even so; he felt glad. She was mentally broken. His attack had
transformed her into the perfect sex slave: when he moved his cock near
her she would tilt her head, trying to find it, just as a baby searches
for a nipple and automatically begins suckling.

She was infected, though. Mold grew upon her anus and wounded eye. Her
vagina was yellow with infection, discharging constantly. She wouldn’t
make it another day.

David rushed to the pokemon center, Gardevoir in his arms. He came up
to the reception desk and there was Nurse Joy. Her eyes first when to
David’s dumb smiling face, but then down to the pokemon in his arms and
she gasped.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

What.....the....fuk

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“What happened?!” she said, stroking Gardevoir’s hair with the gentleness of a mother.
“I’m not exactly sure,” he muttered coldly, “I found her like this out
in the forest,” tears formed in Joy’s eyes and she scooped the poor
pokemon up, taking her over to the rejuvenation chamber for dying
pokemon in another room. After flipping the switch the chamber filled
with gases, obscuring outside eyes. Joy didn’t mind that David had
followed her in and closed the door, she was too busy studying a
complicated-looking readout now appearing on a computer screen.

She bent over low as she typed slowly, a complete novice with computers
it appeared, and as she did her skirt teased her thick ass. Her thigh
highs squeezed her legs delightfully. She was a delicious woman, and
David would have no problem finding out just how delicious she was.

He slid up next to her. “How does it look, nurse?” he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Not very good, I’m afraid the rejuvenation chamber won’t be enough for–”
“No, not the pokemon. Your cunt.”

At this the nurse spun around. A hurt look flashed across her face and
she bit her lip. She was exactly sure how to handle this situation. It
was true that she was constantly horny. She never had time for anything
outside of the hospital. Her cunt tingled at the prospect of being
split. She eyed the door. Should she run? Should she have sex with this
complete stranger? “He seems dangerous…” she though, but as she did
her thighs pressed against themselves, pinching her slowly enlarging
clitoris.