>>43889231i'm a simple man, OP. me and my bros wouldn't compete in the league or try to become the champion. we'd be content to stick to our own little neck of the woods, maybe live out in nice little cabin by Petalburg or Viridian, wherever the weather's nicer. we'd make friends with the critters of the forest, sit on the porch out front and watch the leaves get cradled by the wind
and whenever a cute trainer walked by, we'd spring to action. zoroark's illusions would keep our five man team under wraps, until we got just close enough for the fun to start. as soon as the distance was right, grimmsnarl would launch a prankster t-wave right at the unsuspecting trainer and her pokemon, leaving them immediately paralyzed. the illusion would vanish, and the struggling adventurer would experience a few moments of raw, unbridled terror as a large, unwashed man lumbered his way over to her with his team of humanoid pokemon. then hypno would get working. unable to avert her gaze, the trainer would soon be put under the suggestion of the psychic type pokemon, who'd implant in her a deep desire for our filthy smelly cocks, after which point we'd take turns having our disgusting ways for hours on end while she smiled drunkedly, none the wiser. afterward, we'd rummage around her belt/bag, looking for any other potential pokemon to rinse and repeat with, but if none were found we'd eventually tidy her up and let her go, though not before a combined team effort from Gardevoir and Hypno both using their hypnosis at the same time to irreversibly reprogram her mind to lust and constantly crave poke-cock. Gardevoir would use a heal pulse on her just before she went, leaving her feeling nice and refreshed just before the hypnosis wore off. by this point, zoroark's illusion would have once again been thrown up, and we would have retreated into the shadows. We'd just crave a simple life
