Ruined Mons#3
It was just another quiet October evening in the town of Exploud Falls, cold winds blowing through the bleak streets, the clouds gray & swollen, bringing promises of the year’s first snowfall. Every Pokemon, from the trailers in the forest to the downtown highrises to the industrial park, were hunkering down & preparing for Gourgeist-O'-Ween, save for one little Buneary striding with purpose through the empty streets. Considering herself an amateur “Detective” & “Historian”, Buneary’s research on Exploud Falls for a school project led to a startling discovery. In an old book of zoning laws & property lines was the exact location of the town founders homestead. While it was well known that the town was founded in 1866 by a family of Garbodor immigrants, few if any records of who they were & where they lived seemed to exist, an unfortunate blank in the town’s well-documented history. Admittedly all Buneary found was a few handwritten numbers laying out their property lines. But a quick Abra.com search revealed it was now the location of the Whiscash splash waterpark.
The autumn wind cutting through her like cold steel, Buneary pulled her coat tighter as she walked. After her startling discovery, Buneary had begun looking into all the odd occurrences that had occurred at the waterpark over the years. Constructed in 1973, the park marked the site of dozens of disappearances over the years, some local but many tourists, most around her age. Most were never seen again & the few who did return were shambling incoherent messes, unable to explain what happened. Police investigations always followed but each case was ruled a Snatch-N’-Grab & the park stayed open. Although many locals (Including Buneary) believed something much more sinister was going on, none could prove it. So after an hour of Abra searches & a few Herculean leaps of logic, Buneary concluded the park must be haunted by the founders, so armed with a flashlight & video camera set out to prove it.
Making to the park after an hour of walking, Buneary’s heart raced & her mind fluttered with thoughts of what she might find. In the fading light of the gray day, Buneary thought the slides of the sinister-looking park looked like fingers grasping for the sky, desperately trying to pull themselves free from their earthly prison, a thought that sent goosebumps rushing through arms. Mesmerized by the sinister slides, it took Buneary a moment to realize the iron gate was padlocked shut, a thick chain wrapped through the handles. Mildly dismayed, Buneary had partially expected this & not to be deterred took a few steps back & with a mighty leap cleared the gates like they were nothing. Grinning smugly, Buneary whipped out the flashlight ready to begin her exploration, unaware she was already being watched.
Hours later Buneary leaned dejectedly on a wall, she had searched the park high & low but found nothing save for some trash blowing in the wind. Maybe she had been wrong, she thought, maybe it was just a waterpark after all. Sighing wearily she stood up ready to leave, maybe grab some dinner before heading home & finishing her now boring school project. Before Buneary could leave though she heard a noise off to her right. Whipping around Buneary saw a narrow alley behind a chain-link fence she failed to notice earlier. Set in the fence was a small gate swinging back & forth in the chilling breeze, Buneary initially tried to ignore it. With having already spent hours in the cold while coming up with nothing, her appetite for exploration was almost completely gone. But as she started to walk away she gave in to her nagging urges, turning into the alley, satisfying her need to be a completionist. Her hopes oddly high, Buneary soon found herself disappointed though as the alley only revealed a massive dumpster pressed against the park’s outer wall. Sighing in defeat, Buneary walked back towards the gate, feeling much worn-out than she had before, not realizing the moment she turned around that something slid out of the dumpster. Looking down as she walked & upset at her failure, Buneary failed to notice anything was wrong until a massive wall of stench overtook her. Gagging & coughing, Buneary turned around thinking the dumpster had somehow caught fire. Instead, she found herself face to crotch with a massive Garbodor.
Shock quickly turned to fear & Buneary attempted to run away, but the gate slammed shut in her face as if everything in the park was under Garbodor’s power. Buneary readied herself to jump, but as quick as a whip Garbodor’s hand shot out & snatched her around the waist. Buneary struggled & hollered but it was no use. The entire park was Garbodor’s domain, the land having been passed down by his ancestors for him to rule. The young bunny was powerless to escape. Unlike most of his prey, Garbodor noticed, who were victims of opportunity & meant little to him, Buneary was different. Buneary had come here not just of her own volition but came knowing a great danger lurked here & seeking it out. That, in Garbodor’s mind, made it personal, a challenge to him & his domain. Because of this, Garbodor decided he would destroy this insolent with every bit of hatred & bile that coursed through his veins.
Forcing her to face him, Garbodor was pleased to see Buneary choking on his noxious fumes. Wasting no time, Garbodor shoved his massive 3ft studded dick into Buneary’s mouth until he hit the back of her throat. The phallus scalded Buneary, tasting of rotten carrion & oozing a clear liquid from scabby orifices that steamed & sizzled as it hit the ground. As the liquid pooled in Buneary’s mouth it trickled down her throat it filled her limbs & body with uncomfortable warmth, making them feel heavy & sluggish like cold molasses. To Garbodor’s satisfaction, Buneary stopped struggling moments later, her strength had deserted her after Garbodor’s toxins had done their job as always.
Once the last bit of resistance faded away & only fear was left in Buneary’s eyes, Garbodor grabbed her head & began bobbing her up & down his monster cock, forcing her to suck him off. Helpless to stop it, Buneary could only whimper & whine as the studded cock scraped away at her mouth like a fish scaler, filling it with massive clumps of filth that rotted away at the flesh that had been rubbed raw. Tears streamed down her face as her nose was forced against his massive knot with each shove & his rotten smell filled her. After two hours of this Buneary’s body was limp, her wines had become gurgles, & her eyes swollen nearly shut. This was enough for Garbodor &, with a mighty roar, he pushed Buneary down on his dick & blew his load. A massive torrent of “Toxic sperm” burst forth from Garbodor’s dick. Dark yellowish-brown in color, Garbodor’s cum tasted 15 times worse than his dick & burned like lava as it went down Buneary’s throat & out of her nose, spraying onto the ground & the front of her coat, sizzling & hissing wherever it landed.
For ten minutes Garbodor’s cum spewed from his dick, a testament to the storage capacity of his grapefruit-sized balls. For ten minutes Buneary was filled, her stomach swelling from the amount of cum inside it, bursting open her nice coat with its sheer size & covering her front in the cum spewing from her nose, the “Toxic sperm” hissing sizzling & smoking in the cool air. Eventually, all good things must come to an end though & Garbodor’s torrent slowed, eventually stopping as his balls were finally drained. Peeling Buneary off his dick, Garbodor set the young bunny on the ground, letting her cough & sputter without interruption, allowing her to catch her breath & regain her senses. Because what fun would it be if he broke her now?
After 12 minutes & a lot of ugly sobbing, Buneary finally caught her breath, sat up, & seemed to be as coherent as she would get. This was good enough for Garbodor as he wrapped his hand around her middle once again & picked the young Bunny up. Opening her mouth with one finger, Garbodor was pleased to see layers of black gunk coating it as if a pen exploded in her mouth. Pulling Buneary up to his face, Garbodor began to aggressively make out with her. Eyes widening & regaining some strength to struggle again, Buneary felt Garbodor’s massive tongue roaming around her mouth scraping away all the black gunk & several soft lumps that were once her teeth. By the time he was finished, Buneary’s mouth had become a rotten toothless cavern with a tongue as big & black as Garbodors. To Buneary’s horror, once Garbodor was done her entire mouth tasted like his vile sperm. Seeing the young bunny gag at the taste of her mouth pleased Garbodor immensely, because now no matter where she went or what she did with her life, the mouth of a female Garbodor would be her burden to bear, & Garbodor knew she could never forget him.
Satisfied with Buneary’s mouth & always horny, Garbodor concluded that with an empty park fucking Buneary in front of the gate would pose little risk of being caught, mitigating the need to retreat deeper into the alley or the dumpster, the epicenter of his power. He ripped off Bueary’s coat & tossed it to the side with a flick of his wrist. With the coat gone, Buneary’s form was fully exposed for the first time. Lifting her to eye level Garbodor gave Buneary a massive shit-eating grin, his intentions clear as Buneary’s nipples stiffened in the cool air, despite the molten warmth that filled her stomach, churning & boiling as it polluted her insides, corrupting her young form. Flipping her back around, Garbodor slowly lowered Buneary towards his erect cock, the studded member pointing straight up like a tower. With a bit of strength having returned during her brief respite, Buneary squirmed & held up her legs, trying to stop her soft fur from touching Garbodor’s disgusting member, the gate that marked her escape so close she could almost touch it. But almost was far from good enough as a moment later the tip of Garbodor’s massive member made contact with Buneary’s tight entrance.
Not having softened her up like his last victim, Garbodor had to twist a bit to get it in, but after a moment the head of Garbodor’s cock entered Buneary’s vulva with an audible pop. If Buneary thought Garbodor’s cock felt bad in her mouth then her pussy was on a whole other level. Garbodor’s cock felt evil inside her as if the burning tip’s molten malice was trying to worm its way into her body & soul. With a sicking gut feeling, Buneary knew if more entered, the harder it would be to resists the evil phallus. Unwilling to let that happen, Buneary tried to pull herself off the monster cock, Garbodor was not even holding her for Arceus sake. Her efforts proved futile. The little strength Buneary had left was not enough to pull Garbodors cock out of her & the phallus had no bend or give, meaning Buneary could not shake herself loose. Buneary was speared tight & there was nothing she could do, a fact that pleased Garbodor immensely. Despite his enjoyment, Garbodor was ready to move on, so with one hand wrapped around her small waist, Garbodor began to lower the young bunny onto his cock.
Buneary’s voice failed her & she wordlessly screamed as Garbodor wormed deeper inside her. Inch by inch his evil cock pushed past the layers of her quivering labia, stretching her poor pussy well past its limits, making its way up her birth canal, the rows of studs rubbing against every piece of flesh & his toxic secretions, burning & discoloring everything. With a hard shove, Garbodor broke Buneary’s hymen like it was nothing & continued lowering her without a moment’s rest. Eventually, he reached her cervix but instead of stopping he kept pushing & instead of entering her womb, his dick began to bunch up inside her. Forming a ball inside her lower abdomen, Garbodor kept pushing in more & more of his cock until Buneary’s vulva was straddling the top of his mango sized, studded knot. Staring down at the knot & still holding her legs up, Buneary hoped & prayed Garbodor would not try to fit that inside her, he wouldn’t would he? There was no way it would fit & the effort to try would be too much, Buneary thought. But after a moment’s pause in which Garboodor smiled, seemingly knowing what Buneary was thinking, and began shoving her down onto the mango sized lump. At first, Buneary was right with nothing happening save the fact it felt like Garbodor was trying to shove the sun inside her. But after a minute of constant pressure & the grease, smegma, & toxins of Garbodor’s dick making her pussy slick like a greased pig, the studded knot popped in, sending what felt like an electrical shock through Buneary’s entire body. Gasping from the sudden shock, Buneary was not prepared for the animalistic howl Garbodor let fly nor was she ready for him to start slamming her up & down his cock with the speed of a paint shaker, popping his knot in & out with each slide.
Garbodor’s dick burned like a hot iron being shoved in & out of her, as his evil tried to worm its way into Buneary’s very being, his toxins weakening her pussy for his dicks onslaught & there was nothing she could do about it. Buneary was completely at Garbodor’s mercy, her strength had failed her & she had no hope for escape. All Buneary could do was watch helplessly as her pussy twisted & contorted, her labia rotting & her vulva mutating, becoming a suitable hole for Garbodors cock. With the toxic warmth flowing up from her pussy & flowing down from her mouth, Buneary knew if they met it was all over but there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was wait & hope she could come up with a solution before it was too late.
Two days, for two days Garbodor ravaged Buneary. Using her as an aggressive fleshlight, he rubbed her pussy raw sliding it up & down his studded cock, his knot stretching her once tight opening into a gaping mess & his toxins rotting her insides, turning her pussy muscles into rancid fat. Buneary had found no escape & Garbodor had given her no rest, she was exhausted, sleep-deprived, sore, & the toxic warmth had almost filled her, Garbodor’s evil cock producing an ample supply. For as bad as Buneary felt, Garbodor was ecstatic, he felt how much damage his cock had done to Buneary’s insides & the knowledge that we were ruining another Mon, taking away whatever future Buneary planned & replacing it with his. These thoughts combined with his perfect mood & after two days of fermenting & concentrating his load, Garbodor decided it time to unleash his legacy. Startled by another mighty roar, Buneary gasped in fear as Garbodor’s evil cock bulged & bloated inside her before her insides were blasted with a torrent of liquid fire. Writhing & shaking, Buneary helplessly watched as the nastiest fluid she had ever seen began dripping from her pussy. Now toxic green, Garbodor’s concentrated load was full of chunks & smoked in the open air, creating a cloud that wafted over the town & made everyone wonder if the landfill caught fire. As his balls continued to empty, Garbodor thought about his “Toxic sperm” & how it was racing up Buneary’s birth canal, busting through her cervix, & flooding her defenseless womb. Where it would swarm her eggs, violate them, penetrate them, & mutate them into disgusting trash creatures that Buneary would have to raise as a ruined shell of her former self.
Finally finishing his orgasm 20 minutes later, Garbodor stretched out his neck to wrap around Buneary & allow him to look at the front of his fluffy victim. Buneary looked shell shocked, her fur was saturated with cum & she sported a thousand-yard stare while panting heavily. For a moment everything was still, save for the gasping breath of Buneary. Then the smell of ozone hit the air & Buneary’s body began to glow, just as Garbodor expected. Snapped out of her trance by this latest development, Buneary began to thrash & wail with strength she thought long gone, feeling in her heart that she needed to stop evolving at all costs. But it was futile, Buneary could not free herself before Garbodor pushed her back down onto his knot, locking her in place. As her body continued to glow & turn into silver energy, Buneary’s last thought was to curse herself for not staying home.

One year later.
For weeks now the residents of Pokeanello Drive had been in quite the tizzy. Their once quiet sliced white bread of a neighborhood had become a hotbed for the homeless & trash Mon’s to congregate & none of the residents knew why. The police refused to help, & no Mon in the neighborhood was brave enough to check out the spot all these Mon’s flocked to. So the Mon’s of Pokeanello DR. were forced to seeth & whine, watching their perfectly manicured lawns fill with trash, their quiet streets become loud deep into the night, & their property values plummet. The million Poke question on their minds: What caused this? Well if any of the residents were to work up the courage to walk to the end of the dead-end street where the road met a small wood, turn left, & walk down a grimy back alley for a quarter-mile then they would get their answer. About 20 feet from the end of the alley, before one turns the corner, a horrific odor would assail one’s nostrils, making them puke if they were not prepared. Turning the corner, one would find a massive nest made of trash & decay, with a filthy mattress in the center, & on that mattress, one would find a disgusting creature somewhat resembling a Lopunny.
As with most Pokemon, evolving trapped on the dick of another, with their toxic mutagenic & downright evil DNA flowing through them, did not go well for poor Buneary. As she evolved, all the “Toxic sperm” & DNA coursing through her veins fused into her as it did with the others. But unlike the others, all the hatred & malice Garbodor felt towards Buneary became part of her as well, pushing her changing form past that of a bloated parody or caricature & nearly to the realm of a different creature entirely. If one were to examine her closely they might recognize her as some form of Lopunny but to the casual observer, she would just be disgusting, whatever she was. Dropping Lopunny to the ground, Garbodor made his way back into his dumpster, her prone body still attached to his dick & dragging behind him.
Under the light of the buzzing bulb, Garbodor stared into the eyes of his hated enemy. Seeing fear, intelligence, & perception in Lopunny’s eyes, Garbodor felt no need to conduct the garment test but still blew another load onto the soiled garment as an added fuck you, before adding it to the rack. Shuffling deeper into his dumpster, Garbodor stopped just past the garment pile of failed victims & slowly peeled Lopunny off his dick. Taking nearly 20 minutes thanks to his cum gluing her fur to his crotch, Garbodor finally succeeded in separating the two before dropping Lopunny onto a pile behind her, creating a loud rattling sound. Looking at where she lay, shock & horror welded themselves to Lopunny’s face as she realized she lay on a pile of bones. Many were bleached white, some looked months olds, & others still were yellow & crumbling to dust, the remains of Garbodor’s failed experiments.
Grinning darkly at Lopunny’s reaction, Garbodor wasted no time in breaking her. Injecting her with his normal cocktail of chemicals, fucking her ruthlessly, & stuffing her with filth. Garbodor slowly but methodically wormed his way through Lopunny’s defenses with ruthless efficiency. Piece by piece Garbodor dissembled Lopunny’s mind, breaking down her identity, her likes & dislikes, & even her basic feelings into a malleable paste to be reshaped however he saw fit.
For two months, yes two months, Garbodor kept Lopunny trapped in his dumpster, breaking down & rebuilding her mind day after day, determined to continue until he was satisfied with the results. Garbodor could have turned her into his standard model trash slut, but for Lopunny, the girl that dared to challenge his authority by trespassing in his domain, only the worst would do. By injecting Lopunny with a litany of new drugs along with high doses of his standard treatments, Garbodor nearly turned her into a feral animal, leaving Lopunny’s mind at a point where she remembered her past but no longer had the mental capacity to understand it or act like a civilized Mon. Several times Garbodor nearly lost her but each time she was pulled back from the brink until one day, Garbodor felt she was finally ready.
Once he was done, Garbodor stuck Lopunny on the other side of the wall behind his dumpster where Lopunny’s nearly feral mind chose to build a nest, in the alley at the end of Pokeanello drive.
Sitting on the mattress, Lopunny wore a rolled-up white tank top that might have been a bra for all that it covered as Lopunny’s body was an obese blob of fat nearly as wide as it was tall. Unlike other Lopunny who sported no visible breasts, this Lopunny had four massively saggy breasts made of pure rancid fat that leaked toxic milk constantly. Worse than that though was her pussy. A massive cunt hole between her legs, Lopunny’s pussy was wide enough that both her arms could fit inside it with room to spare. In every regard, Lopunny was a “Freak”, not just among other Lopunny’s but among Pokemon in general. None of this mattered to her though, because as the animal she so nearly was. Lopunny had just birthed her first litter, right there on the disgusting mattress for the whole world to see.