Gladion goes to Taco Bell

Gladion Goes to Taco Bell

So, I was just wandering around Vast Poni Canyon with my trusty female Scyther one day. We were fighting some wild pokemon, doing exercises, just trying to be better battlers. I was jogging down a path with Scyther buzzing closely behind when I came upon what looked like a red DVD on the ground.
“Aw, cool. A DVD. Maybe I can sell this and buy some tacos.” I said, smiling.
As I bent over to pick it up, some punk-ass kid rushed in from around a corner.
“Hey! Hey you! That’s mine! Give it here!” The kid said.
He was kinda skinny and lanky, with this retarded haircut and wore all black. He had a scowl on his face, as if he were disgusted to even see me.
“Hey, fuck you, man. Finders keepers.” I said, shoving the disc in my pockets.
The little punk’s face turned red.
“Hmph. Don’t you know who I am? I’m Gladion the Beast Killer, and that disc is one of my Silvally’s memories. We need it, now.” The punk said.
“Well, Mister Beast Killer, whatever the hell that means, you can have it if you run down to Taco Bell and buy me and my Scyther four hard tacos and four bean burritos, extra tomatoes on both.” I said.
The kid got even madder. Scyther and I let out a long, hearty laugh in his face.
“Listen, I’m not going to run errands for you to take what’s rightfully mine! You don’t understand what that disc means to me… you would never understand…” Gladion mumbled.
I sighed.
“Fine, whatever. We can battle for it. We’ve been training all day and Scyther’s itching to get her claws dirty again. If you win you can have the DVD.” I said.
“IT’S NOT A DVD! IT’S AN IMPORTANT MEMORY!” Gladion said.
“Memory, whatever. But if we win, I’m kicking your ass and sending you out to go buy us some tacos.” I said.
The kid nodded.
“Hmph. But I’m warning you, I don’t lose. Beating up losers like you comes naturally to me.” He said, putting on a cocky smirk.
“We’ll see about that… Come on, Scyther, let’s get this started.” I said.

Gladion reached in his pocket and took out a funny looking pokeball.
“Go, Silvally!” He shouted.
Out popped this bigass fish-dog thing with a beak. I’d never seen anything like it before.
“What the fuck?” I said.
“It’s my best friend, Silvally. We have a strong bond together, something you’d never understand.  Silvally is special because we can use those Memory Discs to be whatever we want.” Gladion said.
“So, you can be whatever you want and you chose to be a punk?” I said.
“Pft. Your words mean nothing.” Gladion said.
He reached in his man-purse and took out a little green disc.
“You’re using a bug type, so I’m giving Silvally the power of Bugs, that way we’re on even ground.” Gladion mumbled.
We patiently waited for him to insert it into his pokemon’s body and saw it turn a tinted green color.
“Are you done yet?” I asked.
“Yeah, let’s slaughter.” Gladion said.

The battle could get started now.
“Go, Scyther, use Swords Dance!” I said.
My Scyther danced herself into a frenzy, swinging her bladed arms about wildly.
“Let’s end this quick, Silvally! Use Bite!” Gladion commanded.
The giant dog-fish thing rushed forward and gave my Scyther a hard bite on her leg.
“Don’t let it get you down. Scyther, use Slash!” I called out.
Scyther sliced her claws into Silvally’s big stupid face. It left a deep scar and the monster recoiled back.
“Argh! I don’t have time for this! Silvally, use Multi-attack!” Gladion said.
Silvally’s body glowed with green energy. I’ll admit, I was a little bit afraid of what it would do to Scyther. It was never good when an enemy pokemon started glowing.
“Multi-attack is a move that changes depending on what memory Silvally holds.” Gladion explained.
I didn’t tell him, but this eased my fears a little. He was using a Silvally with the power of Bugs. I don’t think he realized my Scyther was also a Flying type and could take Bug attacks easily.

Silvally rushed forward and hit my Scyther with all parts of its body, discharging that green energy with every hit. Scyther was dazed, but still far from done with the fight.
“Okay, I think I know how we can win this. Scyther, use Wing Attack!” I called out.
Bravely, my Scyther whacked Silvally in the face with her razor-sharp wings. The giant fish-dog thing seemed like it was hurt extra hard by this.
“Yeah, keep it up, Scyther! Show this kid what we’re made of!” I said.
I watched as the cocky smirk on Gladion’s face turned to a pale sunken expression. Scyther cut her wings into Silvally’s neck and it quickly doubled over, bleeding from many of its cuts.
“No! No! No more! We’ve had enough!” Gladion gasped.
He called Silvally back into its pokeball, forfeiting the battle.

“You worthless brute. You only won because… because…” Gladion mumbled.
I grabbed him by his black sweater.
“We won because we’re better. Isn’t that right, Scyther?” I said.
Scyther buzzed over and landed next to us. It nodded in agreement.
“Now, what was the deal again? Oh, yeah, I get to kick your ass and you have to go buy us some tacos.” I said.
“T… tacos?” Gladion said.
“Hell yeah, tacos. But first… well… I’m not a fan of your cocky attitude so we were thinking of taking you down a peg.” I said.
Gladion’s eye went wide. I balled my hand up into a tight fist and gave him a couple good whacks in his stupid fucking face. I held him, now bruised and with a black eye. The kid must’ve been a real wussy. He bruised like a banana.
“Ng… Are you done yet?” Gladion murmured.
“I don’t know. Scyther, why don’t you take a turn with him?” I said.
Scyther smiled impishly.
“Why don’t you do something about this kid’s hair? He’s got a stupid fucking haircut. Let’s fix that.” I said.
“No! Not the hair! Don’t take my hair!” Gladion begged, his cocky, cold demeanor finally broken.
We ignored his pleas and laughed.

Mirthfully, Scyther skipped over and gave Gladion a sharp swipe across the head with her razor-sharp claws. It was a very close cut, just along the top of his scalp, even cutting it a tiny bit in some places. The hair on the sides of his head remained, but the top of his head was bald now. I took a fistful of the hair off the ground and shoved it in his face.
“See this! See this! It’s all gone!” I laughed.
The punk kid looked ready to cry now.
“Th… That hair meant so much to me… why? Why?” He said.
I smacked him in the face.
“Because you’re a worthless fuck, you worthless fuck!”
Gladion fell to the ground and his droopy pants started to sag. The dumb kid needed to wear a belt, they were slightly too large for him. Scyther got a nice view of his tighty-whities and licked her lips. I knew what she was thinking. I nodded.
“Go for it.” I whispered to her.

With lightning precision, Scyther sliced Gladion twice, but did not touch his soft and sensitive flesh. One slash cut his shirt to ribbons and the other his pants. The boy stood in his underwear now, a pair of white briefs, not quite sure what just happened.
“H… Hey! What happened to my clothes?” Gladion shouted.
“Scyther wanted a better view of your undies, kid. She has a thing for boys in tighty-whities.” I said.
Scyther went next to Gladion and gently caressed his pale skin with the not-sharp parts of her claws. Gladion was thoroughly freaked out now.
“What? Hey, I’m only 14! What kind of weird pervert Scyther are you raising?” Gladion said.
“Hey! It’s not nice call something attracted to you a pervert, you little jerk! You should be flattered my Scyther has taken a liking to you.” I said.
Scyther hopped up on Gladion’s face and knocked the boy over. She rubbed her insect-cunt on his chin, making strange bug-moans.
“Help! Rape! This Scyther is raping me! This Scyther is raping me! Rape!” Gladion screamed.
I noticed a silly little bulge in his undies. Despite his predicament, he was sporting a boner… I think. It was rather small, maybe his underwear just folded that way?

Scyther continued to grind her bug-cunt on his head until I quickly grabbed her by the shoulder.
“Hey. Enough. He’s supposed to buy us some tacos, remember?” I said.
Scyther let out a disappointed grunt.
“You can rape him next time we see him, all right? I’m fucking starved let’s go to Taco Bell.” I said.
I pulled Scyther off of Gladion and pulled the boy to his feet.
“Come, get marching, kid. Poni Island only has one Taco Bell so you better get moving.” I said.
We gave Gladion a moment to dig through his shredded pants to find his things, and got moving.

We marched Gladion through the wilderness for almost an hour. I could see him nervously glancing around, hoping no one saw him in his nearly-naked state. Finally we came to a small rest area, complete with a campsite, a couple small houses in the back, a pokemon center, some shops, and, of course a Taco Bell, the only restaurant around for miles.
“Come on, kid. Let’s get some tacos.” I said.
As we pushed Gladion toward Taco Bell, small children and young girls pointed and laughed at him and his stupid looking underwear and semi-bald head. We could see the fear and humiliation seeping out of his body. His forehead was wet with sweat.

Inside Taco Bell there was a cute girl at the counter. She had a short pink hair and wore a Taco Bell uniform. She giggled at the sight of Gladion, a kid in his underwear shaved partially bald.
“Welcome… welcome to Taco Be… Oh jeez, what is going on here?” She said, laughing.
“This little punk lost a bet in a pokemon battle, now he has to buy me and my Scyther some tacos.” I said.
Gladion was blushing now. He clearly thought the Taco Clerk was cute and hated being seen like this.
“Okay, what’ll it be?” The Taco Clerk asked.
“Yeah, four crunchy tacos for me, four bean burritos for Scyther, extra tomatoes on all of them. You want anything, kid?” I said, turning to Gladion.
“I… um…” Gladion stuttered.
“Ah, just get him some nachos.” I said.
I grabbed Gladion’s wallet from his hand and paid for our food.
“Thanks for the tacos, kid.” I said, patting his shoulder.
The taco clerk giggled a little more.
“Right, your order will be ready in a little bit.” She said.

While we waited, Scyther resumed caressing Gladion’s soft body. She really had the hots for him for some reason. Gladion was shivering a little from Taco Bell’s overzealous air-conditioning.
“Can… Can I have some clothes now?” Gladion said.
“I don’t know, I think my Scyther likes you better this way.” I said.
“P… Please… there are girls here, I can’t be cool and dark if girls see my… my…” He couldn’t finish, overcome with shame. That was when I got an idea.

Quickly, I grabbed the waistband of Gladion’s tighty-whities and gave him a sharp, powerful wedgie.
“Aieeee!” The boy screamed.
Then, quick as an Arbok, I knocked Gladion down and ripped the undies form his butt down his legs. Gladion was totally nude now… and my suspicions were confirmed, he had a tiny baby cock.

Everyone in Taco Bell gasped.
“Wow, what a tiny penis.” The clerk girl said.
“Yeah, that sure is a tiny cock.” I said, totally deadpan.
We all laughed at Gladion’s tiny little penis. The boy was totally mortified now and covered himself with his hands.
“Don’t… don’t look at me! Don’t look at me!” Gladion yelled.
Another girl clerk added, “Aw, I think it’s kinda cute…”
As we all laughed I handed Gladion’s briefs to my Scyther. She held it up to her face and gave the crotch a good, nice sniff. She let out a contented moan, as if her heart were melting.
“Go for it, Scyther.” I said, smiling.
If ever there were a best time and place for her to make love to his face, this was it.

Scyther leaped onto Gladion’s face and grinded her bug cunt against his head.
“Ah! Get off me! Get off you perverted bug!” Gladion shouted, his cries muffled by Scyther’s body.
He pushed with his arms, once again exposing his tiny cock, to try and get Scyther off of him, but it was no use, she was too strong.
“Hey, Mister, your food’s ready.” The Taco Clerk said, handing us a tray.

There sat my tacos, Scyther’s burritos, and Gladion’s nachos. I looked down and saw that Gladions little cock was erect again. Maybe it was a fear boner, maybe he was shamefully enjoying getting raped by my Scyther, who knows? But there were children in this Taco Bell, damn it, and I couldn’t let them see Gladion’s lewd little erection, no matter how tiny and baby-like it was. Thinking fast, I took a cup of scalding hot nacho cheese and dumped it on Gladion’s crotch, being sure to get plenty of his balls too.
“Aieeee! Ah! What just happened? Stop! Stop!” Gladion shouted.
With his face buried in Scyther’s bug cunt he had no way of knowing who just scalded his crotch. I laughed, the clerks laughed, the other customers laughed, we all had a good laugh at Gladion’s expense. Needless to say, Gladion’s boner flaccified unable to get hard while covered in burning hot cheese. I unwrapped one of Scyther’s burritos and fed it to her as she vaginally assaulted Gladion’s head. She paused to chew her food, and that was when I remembered something.
“Oh, how could I forget, the memory DVD or whatever the fuck it was.” I said.
I took it out, and, making sure Gladion could see, broke it in half with my bare hands. Gladion’s heart sunk. He closed his eyes and could not stop the tears.
“Silvally… I… I failed you…” He whispered.

I unwrapped another burrito and Scyther quickly resumed grinding her bug-cunt into Gladion. She was enjoying this a lot, trying tenaciously to make him open his mouth and kiss her cunt. It was like a little slice of heaven for her: her favorite food, nice cool air conditioning in Taco Bell, a nice battle with a cocky wimp, and a young boy’s face to rape. Truly, this would be one of my Scyther’s happiest memories… and one of Gladion’s worst.

The End