My pokemon and I rounded the cabin. A low hum filled the air. The vibrations grew to a crescendo of buzzing that I could feel in my chest and I was suddenly unsure of my plan. Dozens of red eyes stared down at us and the trees began to sway from the beedrill’s rapidly flapping wings. Countless red eyes peered down at us from the shadowed limbs above.

There were too many.

Yellowjacket made the first move and a headless beedrill flopped against the earth before I could blink. From there it was chaos.

Yellow and black forms screamed down at us from the trees. My pokemon circled me for a moment but their private battles carried them away. Princess carved through two smaller beedrill and disappeared into the protective branches of a large tree. Mankey leapt from Pinsir, pulling a beedrill low enough for Pinsir to shear off one of its wings. The pair dispatched it quickly before Mankey deftly jumped back atop Pinsir and the pair charged a group flying low and fast.

Then it was Champ and me. He rolled low avoiding two bone spears that stabbed viciously towards us. I raised my weapon and the loud clap of gunfire brought the melee to a brief stand still.

The insectoid pokemon ran its spear down my forearm as its momentum carried it forward then fell to the ground, twisting in pain as runny goo sprayed from the large hole in its abdomen. Its legs kicked frantically for a moment then it curled on itself in quick jerks and twitches before falling perfectly still.

The remaining wasp pokemon chittered and screamed and the battle continued.

Champ threw a wild haymaker with a full follow-through, pounding the next charging insects into the dirt with a sickening crunch. I raised my gun and fired two more times, each loud explosion dropped another to the ground and caused the beedrill to slow their diving assaults.

I spun around trying to watch my own back. I could still feel their buzzing wings but my ears were ringing from the gunshots. There was a tug on my skirt and I pointed my shaking gun at Champ. Blood dripped down the matte black handle from the long gash in my arm. I lowered my weapon and he pointed up into the trees. I could just make out their bulky yellow-gold forms in the upper branches. Kakuna, hundreds of them. their eyes glowed red and menacing, then they began to hatch.

“Run!” I screamed and grabbed Champ’s hand, sprinting away from the cabin as fast as my bare feet would carry me. Princess intercepted a beedrill from behind and the pair launched over my shoulder, tumbling into the brush ahead. Champ released my hand and I turned to see him standing in the middle of the path, holding his ground as five beedrill hovered in front of him. I raised my gun and fired once, dropping one but was blindsided by another and my weapon went tumbling into the bushes as I spun and fell with the impact.

If you’ve never had a giant insect snapping at your face with its mandibles while its bone spears stab toward your vital organs, you won’t understand why I pissed myself. Honestly, I’m surprised that’s all that came out of me. The bug’s serrated spear sliced down the side of my left breast, and I screamed in pain. Its chittering pinching maw latched onto my neck and its back feet clung to my stomach just before its vicious stinger stabbed into my abdomen.

The effect of the poison was immediate. My eyes dilated and the light of midday stabbed like knives but I couldn't close my eyes. My hands twisted in on themselves and my feet pointed painfully away from me as all my muscles and tendons tightened at once. I remembered the first beedrill I shot, his legs twisting and curling in on himself and suddenly understood his agony. Then the other bone spear came down. It was like someone hammering a railroad spike into my chest. I coughed once as the air was forced out of my punctured lung and blood gouted up out of my lips. If my throat wasn’t rapidly closing I would have probably drowned in my own blood.

My eyes were still open but the edges of my vision were dark. I saw Champ. Holding the headless beedrill above me, its biting head still attached to my throat. He was skewered by at least four spears of bone and he fell to his knees above me. A string of red drool dripped from his still lips and then he fell out of view. I could feel him though, slumped over my twisted body, my champion, ready to die for me.

And it seemed he would.

—

Calvin hobbled down the twisting path after the small purple rat. His rattata could find anything given the scent. After he fell, Calvin sent his pidgey to keep an eye on Priscilla. Pidgey hadn’t returned, but Rattata was on her trail after thoroughly sniffing her sleeping bag. They walked through the day with no sign of her. As night fell he began to worry.

She hadn’t healed her pokemon after the battle and terrible thoughts began to creep into the back of his mind. Rattata seemed sure of his path though and since Pidgey hadn’t returned, he assumed Priss was still on the move. He sat down and unpacked his sleeping bag. He didn’t bother with the tent since he wanted to get an early start.

Calvin lit a fire so Pidgey could find them then sat down on his sleeping bag with a long tired sigh. He winced as he removed his hiking boot. His ankle was the same color as his rattata with shades of green and yellow outlining the nasty sprain. He thought about using his potion but pushed the thought away, his pokemon might need it.

He berated himself for making Priss so angry, he hadn’t meant to be so accusing. Tears began to build in his eyes. He wasn’t even sure if he was going the right way, they had passed a dozen forks in the trail and he worried he was lost. Rattata curled up in his lap and he laid down on his side, hugging his fuzzy friend as he worried himself into a fitful sleep.

He was awoken in the morning by the flapping of wings. Pidgey landed next to him, but not with his usual grace. He flopped something onto the ground and Calvin sat up. It was the body of a small beedrill. Pidgey's feathers were ruffled and he paced back and forth in agitation.

“Did you find her?”

Pidgey looked into Calvin’s eyes and nodded once. He would have been happy at the news but the bird’s eyes were sad and frightened, like he had witnessed something terrible.

“Is she alive!?”

Pidgey nodded again and Calvin scrambled to find his boot.

“But she’s in trouble, isn’t she.”

“Pidgaw!” Pidgey pecked at the dead beedrill, then hopped over to Calvin and pecked at his PokeBall belt.

“A trainer?”

Pidgey pecked at the beedrill again, his beak knocking against the hard carapace.

“Ben?”

Pidgey nodded but it was very slight. He was afraid.

Calvin’s blood ran cold. He had seen something in the boy’s eyes after the battle, something dark and terrible.

“Show me.” He cinched his boot extra tight and shuffled down the trail in a half run, leaving his sleeping bag behind.

His ankle screamed at him with fiery throbs as he limped after his frantic pidgey but he ignored the agony. It was nothing compared to the guilt he would feel if something bad happened to Priscilla. He ran for almost an hour before they heard the thunderous boom, and the trio stopped.

“A gunshot?”

His heart pounded in his chest. He had never heard gunshots in real life but there was no mistake. Two more shots rang out and he sprinted forward, his pain blocked by his adrenaline. He slowed though as he noticed the strange sway of the trees. They were blowing in all directions, the leaves rippling from the force of some unknown wind. It was loud too. A deep buzz that seemed to engulf them. Then another gunshot fired and Calvin whipped his head toward the sound. He could see her through the trees. "Priss!" He called but stopped. It was her holding the gun. She stood behind Champ, taking aim at another target but a beedrill tackled her to the ground from the side.

Calvin ran to her but his foot landed in a hole and he tripped, spraining his bad ankle further. He cried out in pain but crawled through the brush in time to see Champ tear the beedrill from Priss, but he was too late.

The biting head had latched into her neck and as Calvin watched the insect’s body being pulled from her he saw its vicious stinger unhook from her stomach, a trail of green venom dripping from the tip. One of the beedrill’s bone spears had also stabbed into her chest and she coughed a spray of red.

Calvin watched in stunned horror as four more beedrill swarmed Champ, impaling him from every direction with their spear-like arms. He fell atop her writhing body in a heap.

“Pidgey, gust!”

Pidgey shot through the trees in a tight barrel roll before opening his wings in front of the four remaining beedrill. He flapped twice and the buzzing insects went spinning off down the trail. Another beedrill pounced on the four disoriented bugs, severing wings, and gouging their abdomens but Calvin didn’t have time to consider his new ally.

He crawled to Priss, shoved Champ off of her and pressed his hand to the hole in her chest. Warm blood bubbled up between his fingers. His eyes widened in terror and he froze. Her face was turning blue. Calvin looked up in a daze to see Rattata intercept a charging beedrill but the giant bug caught the rat on his curved stinger. Rattata fell, twisting his body backwards and screeching in hideous agony.

Heavy footfalls ended in Calvin being kicked hard in the chest. He gasped for air but his shock was broken. He grasped for his PokeBall and returned his contorting rattata with a trembling hand. He looked up to see his latest attacker, a hulking mass of dark scales that led to dripping blades blocked his view but loud chittering pulled his attention further above. Pidgey and Princess were pulling a beedrill in half and it screamed as its warm insectoid goo rained down on the stunned Calvin.

He crawled back to his dying girlfriend. Pinsir had rolled her to her side and ripped the head of the dead beedrill from her neck, leaving a mangled hole that seeped a dark red. Mankey was digging through her bag, he pulled potions and antidotes in a frenzy, snapping open the bottles and tearing her dress from her body with his claws. The mankey began spreading the slime across Priscilla’s naked torso. Calvin grabbed an antidote and popped the top of the cylindrical bottle before shoving the entire top half down her throat.

He took a potion and began spraying Champ. Then his eyes dilated and the forest became much too bright. His eyes continued to widen in pain. He felt a burning in his lower back, then in his shoulder, then another point of agony on the back of his leg. He could feel their feet crawling atop him, three of them, then another stinger punctured his side. He slumped forward, trying to cover Champ with his body.

—

My esophagus opened slightly and I swallowed, it felt like trying to swallow a fist but I swallowed again and felt the soothing liquid push down my swollen throat. My mouth was forced open by some new device and I found myself wishing I could go one day without someone shoving something down my throat.

Tiny hands fondled my naked chest. They were exploring my body in a frantic wet groping and I blinked. A fresh spray of hot liquid splattered across my face and I flinched but my vision was returning. Then I wished it hadn’t. I could see the bottom half of an antidote bottle protruding from my face but above that was the hideous visage of a pinsir covered in yellow goo. I gulped again and the bottle emptied.

I spit the empty bottle from between my lips. “Champ,” I rasped, and a large hand grabbed my shoulder. I breathed a sigh of relief, then twisted my neck to see him. His hand was sticking out underneath a red and white mass. My eyes refocused on the PokeMart patch and my heart lifted, then sank. Calvin wasn’t moving, even worse, he was covered in beedrill, each one repeatedly stinging his limp body with their toxic stingers.

“Princess…” I called weakly. “Help him.”

But the birds were already working to remove the embedded beedrill. Pinsir stood over me, shearing another beedrill in half that dove too low. I propped myself up on an elbow and my head swooned with vertigo. “The Cabin. Get us to the Cabin.”

Pinsir’s bony arms scooped me up. Champ shoved Calvin off of him. The wounds on Champ’s back were healing from the potion but the holes in his chest still seeped. He looked exhausted but the hard line of his jaw told me he could continue. Pidgey and Princess made short work of the beedrill and champ grabbed Calvin under his shoulders.

Dozens of them swarmed us but only a few actually tried to get close enough for a stab, and those fell to the birds or Yellowjacket, or the razor sharp pincers. Mankey leapt ahead as we approached the cabin. He twisted the handle and the door swung inward. The swarm chittered and screamed as we came closer to their queen and they grew more bold, diving in two at a time. Princess fell to a trio of beedrill attacking in unison and two more set upon her before she hit the ground, attacking in a fury of stabs. Champ pulled Calvin into the dim cabin. Yellowjacket darted in after but Pidgey hovered just outside the door, squawking in rage at the falling form of Princess.

“Pidgey! Inside!”

More beedrill swarmed the spearow as her body hit the dirt.

“Mankey! Tackle!”

Mankey leapt from the door handle, wrapping his lanky arms around the panicked pidgey. With his wings pinned, they both tumbled down to the earth. Mankey dragged the screaming bird past the threshold and I kicked the door closed, at the same time clicking Princess’s PokeBall. A streak of light shot through the gap just as the door slammed and I leaned back against the solid chest of Pinsir.

I looked up at the ceiling and ruby eyes glowed down at us. Yellowjacket chittered at the weedle and kakuna in the rafters of the cabin. He continued his clicking and pointed out toward Ben’s dead body, then at me. The eyes of the kakuna dimmed and Yellowjacket seemed to calm.

A wet pudgy body flopped down onto my stomach. It was a very large weedle. It looked into my eyes, then crawled closer, its tiny feet scittering against my bare chest. Pinsir clicked his teeth in warning but I put a hand on his chest. “It’s okay, the big one’s won’t hurt me.” The weedle nuzzled under my chin, then more fell atop me, rubbing their mother with their warm fuzzy snouts.

“Calvin!” I cradled three of my children in one arm and reached a stiff leg for the floor. Pincer tried to stand me upright but I fell to my knees. I pulled my bag open to reveal a mess of broken glass and shattered plastic. A couple potions had survived but the antidotes were destroyed. I pulled myself to my feet using the wooden bedframe and limped to the window sill of the high window.

On my tip-toes, I could just see out to the clearing in front of the cabin. Twenty beedrill hovered menacingly and I knew more hid in the trees above.

Past the clearing though, a small vial glinted in the light. It was filled with green liquid among the remains of my tattered pink dress. I turned back and my eyes locked on Yellowjacket. He was crawling atop his queen protectively, his eyes darting nervously above him.

I looked down at Calvin. His eyes were open, unblinking. Not a good sign. “Yellowjacket, I need you to get that vial, or my friend will die.”

The bug flitted to the window in one motion, peering out through the smudged glass. He looked at me, then outside, then at Calvin. He nodded and moved to the door.

“Ready?” I held the handle, and looked at Champ and Pinsir, “Hold the door closed until I say, got it?”

Yellowjacket’s wings buzzed and he hovered an inch off the floor of the cabin. I wrenched the door open and he was gone. I slammed the door closed and ran to the window. The vial was gone. The beedrill were gone. They flew up into the sky after Yellowjacket. I watched as four flew to the door and their bodies slammed into the wood, sliding Pinsir and Champ’s feet against the floor as they held it closed.

Yelowjacket came into view in the distance, he had taken them in a large, looping circle and was headed back toward the cabin. A mass of beedrill bigger than anything I'd ever seen followed him. I waited to give the signal but he wasn’t flying toward the door. “Fuck,” was all I could say before I fell to my ass and covered my head.

Shards of dirty glass twinkled in the afternoon sun as they shattered into the dingy cabin. Yellowjacket slammed the back wall and flopped on the filthy bed. I knew what was coming. I knew I didn’t have time, but I had to try. I dove atop the motionless beedrill and ripped the vial from his legs, then dropped to the floor and rolled under the bed as the chasing swarm of beedrill careened through the window.

From there I'm not sure what happened. I grabbed Calvin’s wrist and pulled with all my strength. He slid a few inches and I watched Champ’s feet step over him before a beedrill smashed into the floor with a wet crunch. I braced my foot against the bedframe and pulled again, this time managing to get his head and shoulders under the bed.

“Champ!”

Champ fell to his knees and shoved, sliding Calvin easily into my waiting arms. I flipped open the antidote and pressed it to his lips. He didn’t swallow. I felt for a pulse but couldn’t tell if it was his or mine. The sounds above were monstrous, screaming and chittering as the pokemon killed each other in the tiny cabin. I pried open Calvin's pale lips and shoved the vial down his throat, it resisted, so I pushed harder until almost the entire tube was past his lips. "Come on Cal…"

He gulped. I sighed and kissed his cheeks with a sob of joy. “That’s it, drink baby, drink for me.” I stroked his head and kissed him again as he swallowed, then pulled the empty tube from him.

A strand of yellow goo dripped down over the edge of the bed. It had been less than a minute but the room was completely silent. I scooted out from under Calvin, my bare ass sliding in the warm goo as I peered out from under the bed.

The walls, the floor, the bed, all were covered in the sticky yellow fluid. Champ was sitting with his back to the edge of the bed, staring down into his hands. He was holding Mankey’s stiff body, contorted in pain. I pulled his PokeBall but knew it wouldn't be any use. I clicked the ball a few times and tears began to roll down my face as Mankey’s lifeless body remained, his little hand gripping one of Champ’s fingers.

A single tear fell from Champ’s chin and his eyes looked hard and distant. He was still bleeding from his previous wounds and a few knew ones as well. I held up his PokeBall but he shook his head, petting Mankey’s soft stomach.

Pidgey hopped down next to the bed, one of his feet had been severed and the stump leaked blood with each determined hop toward his master. The bird collapsed in the crook of Calvin’s neck and my attention was drawn to low chittering from the corner. My pinsir stood on the other side of me, looming over the queen. Yellowjacket sat with his broken wings propped up against the bulging form in the corner, one bone spear and one curved stinger pointed weakly at Pinsir.

The armored pokemon seemed unharmed in the close quarters massacre but then I noticed the green slime dripping from between a few of his outer plates. He blinked rapidly, and swayed on his normally sturdy feet. “Easy,” I said, swallowing a lump in my throat, and squeezed his bony fingers. He returned the gesture but it was weak. “Rest, now.” His PokeBall hummed and clicked as he glowed and vanished.

“A deal’s a deal.” I said, and grabbed one of the last two potions from my bag. I sprayed him and the queen with the fine mist until his wings seemed strong again. Yellowjacket rolled his queen to her back and their feet interlocked. “Good luck,” I said without smiling. He hovered in front of my face for a moment, then carried his queen out through the broken window.

I sprayed Champ and Pidgey with the last potion, I needed them strong in case there were any stragglers. There wasn’t enough to regrow Pidgey’s foot, but I stopped the bleeding, at least.

Calvin seemed stable, his heartbeat was steady but weak. I pulled the filthy blanket off the bed and laid him atop it. I stripped him down to his underwear so I could see the extent of his injuries, he had been stung about nine times and I used his last potion to close the puncture wounds and heal his bruised ankle. I touched his chest and my brow furrowed, “Please don’t die Cal.” He had taken the entire antidote but he had been stung so many times… I couldn't think about that though, I left him with Pidgey while champ and I buried Mankey.

Champ held me as I cried over the small shallow grave, then we spent the rest of the day cleaning out the cabin and burying Ben’s victims, seven total, the fucking monster. We left him out to rot.

As the sun began to set, Champ and I came back in the cabin to an interesting sight. Pidgey was perched one footed on the window sill, watching for threats. Calvin was laying on his back on the bed, his white underwear pulled tight against something stiff. I chewed my lip. “Why don’t you return Pidgey? Champ and I can watch over Calvin until he wakes up.” Pidgey’s head drooped and he relented, glowing briefly before returning to Calvin’s PokeBall. “You too, Champ, you’ve done enough today.” I clicked his ball and he returned.

I checked Calvin’s pulse in the quiet cabin. His heart was pounding. His body must have been trying to fight off the poison. I snuggled up to him, wrapping a leg over his thighs and brushing my lips against his neck. He whimpered at my touch and I smiled. “You like that, Cal?”

He didn’t respond.

“You know, you saved my life today.” I tried not to think about all the pain I had put Calvin and my pokemon through. “That sort of thing really turns me on, you know.” I kissed his lips and he breathed a soft breath of pleasure.

“I know we haven’t fooled around much, but I think you’ve more than earned a little attention,” I looked down at his pitched tent, then traced a line with my fingernail down his chest. His skin prickled with goosebumps and I hooked a nail under the elastic of his underwear. “Should we see what you're working with?”

I moved to my knees next to him on the bed and pulled the front of his underwear slowly down. His shaft was thin and his cock sprang up sooner than I thought it would. “Hmm,” I said, “Not very big are we Cal?” His cock was only a few inches long, maybe four at most, and his girth reminded me of my broken vape pen. I flicked his little cock and it bounced once, before returning to its full height.

I shrugged, “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute,” I smiled to myself and pulled his underwear down to his knees. “And,” I said, straddling his knees and wagging my ass in the air, “I’ve never had a cock this small, that makes you special!” I looked down at it. It couldn't seriously be called a cock. I remembered the brambles around Pallet and laughed out loud. “I’ll call it a prick.”

It felt good to laugh at the little prick, if Calvin were awake he would probably be traumatized but I just couldn't help it. I wrapped my hand around it and it disappeared entirely. “Wow, I can’t even stroke it and suck it at the same time.” Calvin gasped as I squeezed his prick and my pussy moistened at his pleasure.

I put my thumb and index finger in the center of his shaft and began to jerk my fingers up and down. “Is this how you have to jack off?” I laughed, “with two fingers?” I was actually having a great time with Calvin’s little prick and decided I actually liked small cocks. At least I didn’t have to worry about it hurting, and if he ever got too big for his britches, I could remind him that that wasn’t actually possible.

His breathing began to increase. “Whoa, already?” I clicked my tongue, “small, and low stamina, I shouldn’t be surprised. Alright then, I was going to suck you off but if you can’t last I guess this will have to do.”

I leaned down, and added my middle finger to the little jerk off, squeezing harder as I pumped his little prick. He breathed one heavy gasp and I opened my smiling mouth, pointing his little shooter at my open lips. He spurted once, then twice. I caught most of it but his third pulse landed on my chin. I swallowed, leaned forward and pressed my dripping lower lip to the head of his prick, milking it as he finished his flexing orgasm against my lower teeth and tongue. “Good boy, Cal,” I scooped up the errant cum and sucked my finger clean. “Mommy’s got an errand to run, you feel better.”

I left him there in the cabin with his underwear around his knees and his cock fully erect.

The night air titillated my bare nipples and I shivered as I made my way to the back of Ben’s cabin. The trees swayed with a light breeze and I was happy to breathe in fresh mountain air, free of the stench of rotting bodies, I looked over at Ben’s corpse, for now at least. I settled into the broken carapace where I had birthed two broods of weedle and pressed a cigarette to my lips.

The match fired and my hand glowed as I cherried the tip with a full inhale. The cigarette reminded me of Calvin's prick and I laughed my first exhale.

I spread my legs, smoked my cigarette, and waited, empty PokeBall in one hand, matte black handgun in the other.