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For years I've dreamed of having a small, lunchbox-sized Pokemon Center model, made out of some kind of tough but soft material like the kind of foam they make stress balls from.
I would love to mount a pocket pussy in the door of the Pokemon Center and fuck the shit out of the lobby, imagining Nurse Joy's counter crumbling apart under the battering force of my dickhead. The Chanseys would press themselves against my shaft and attempt to force it out, but I would continue my assault, my every nerve trained on fucking the shit out of the Pokemon Center.
Eventually, with a great spasm, I would flood the Pokemon Center with my cum, drowning several trainers and Pokemon in its volume. Nurse Joy, with her short exposed skirt, would feel my essence penetrate her inner place as she blushed from a secret knowledge and embarrassment.
As I withdrew from the Pokemon Center, the familiar music faint in my mind, the sliding doors would close with a satisfying and efficient hush.
Within the ravaged Pokemon Center, the chaos of a flood of sticky cooling cum all around her, broken machines and dying Chanseys drifting through the mire, a hopeful Nurse Joy would look out of the doors and utter a soft whisper:
"We hope to see you again"
