>>16548291A Christmas Night to Remember (or Forget)
On the eve of Christmas, the quiet town of Wrestleville was blanketed in a pristine layer of snow. The only sounds breaking the silence were the soft crunch of footprints and the distant jingling of sleigh bells. Little did its most famous resident, the hulking Kevin Nash, know that his peaceful evening was about to take a dark turn.
Nash had just returned home from a local charity event, tired yet content, when he noticed something glowing red eyes peering at him from the shadows. Before he could react, vines shot out from behind a snowdrift, ensnaring his legs and dragging him into the night.
"What the-" He struggled against the plant tendrils, but they held fast like iron. A chorus of deep, rumbling growls echoed through the frigid air.
Rounding a corner, Nash was met with a sight that chilled his blood: a small army of Bulbasaurs, their bulbs radiating an ominous crimson light. The vines were visibly swollen, their seeds ready to spill.
"Release me!" Nash demanded, still attempting to break free. The Bulbasaurs hissed, a wave of them descending upon him. Their vines tore at his clothes, exposing his flesh. He thrashed about, but they were simply too many.
One particularly large Bulbasaur approached, its bulb glowing almost aggressively bright. It loomed over Nash, its vines guiding his legs apart. Trembling, he braced himself as the creature prepared to strike.
With a sudden, violent thrust, the lead Bulbasaur drove a thick vine deep into Nash's rear entrance. He cried out in pained surprise, his efforts to resist only serving to spur them on.
More vines found their way to his most sensitive areas, teasing and prodding relentlessly. Another Bulbasaur joined the first, its vine spearing him without mercy. Nash gritted his teeth, overwhelmed by the bizarre assault.
As the night wore on, Nash was relentlessly used by his assailants. Bulbasaurs of all sizes took their turn
