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I was only nine years old. I loved Typhlosion so much, I had all the merchandise and games. I'd pray to Typhlosion every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Typhlosion is love", I would say, "Typhlosion is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion for Typhlosion. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Typhlosion. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my cave". He grabs me with his powerful Pokémon hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Typhlosion. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Typhlosion. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Typhlosion. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Typhlosion looks him straight in the eye, and says, "How do ya like them berries?'' Typhlosion leaves through my window. Typhlosion is love. Typhlosion is life.
