Neat - by Nate-kun

The Bisharp faints to the boisterous Emboar, which has just unleashed an almighty Arm Thrust on it. Such a devastating Fighting-type attack is something that no Steel-type could resist, let alone a Dark AND Steel-type, too many thrusts, big strong thrusts, such little time to endure them.

With his companions having deserted him because of his sheer "annoyance", the boy is left to pick up the pieces stranded about Unova by the neo Team Plasma, the team's plans are only half as good as they were two years ago, overall they excel only in their apparel.

The Bisharp is the final opponent required to defeat the trio, the two previous Bisharps were already recalled, and the third now joins them in a similar fate.

Hugh repeats this with Emboar, but in a more positive light, silent sentiments given to applaud the pig for his (as-always) outstanding efforts.

But now it's time to return to business, the business here being the reason Hugh went on an adventure in the first place. It was not to become the best that anyone could possibly become, it was not to collect all eight Gym Badges, it was not to defeat the Unova League, and it certainly was not to become Champion of the Unova region. Such a boring fucking job, only an idiot would actually accept such a miserable title.

All Hugh wants by this point is his sister's Purrloin, such a graceful creature, with an elegant sneakiness that no other cat Pokemon can portray, his grandfather gave it to her, now those thugs at Team Plasma have the right- the nerve even to take it away from her.

Such emotions build up within Hugh, he ventilates them as rage, rage to get what he wants, as he believes firmly that strength is the only way to pursue an achievement. But in reality, on the inside, the boy is no different than any other bizarre hair-dork in the region.

In the inside, he wails bitch tears most often when one wouldn't expect it, he wails because his life is the definition of pure crap, and this was just the nail on the nail -on- the nail of the coffin. The boy tries to be brave, and it clearly shows, but you can't run away from the past.

Hugh intends on making sure that his life ends with at least one thing done right, and that thing, is to get his sister's Purrloin back.

"Alright, you thugs! Hand it over just like you promised, or I'll slug ya just like Emboar slugged your Bisharps!"

Sadly, it's taken him this long to do that, it's taken him so long that the damn thing has evolved into a ferocious Liepard that barely remembers him anymore, if at all.

It all lead to him breaking down right then and there, in Ghetsis' office, two of the three ninjas poking fun at him for being a loser, leading to the fight alluded to earlier.

The Shadow Triad members all look at each other, from left to right they are One, Two, and Three. As soon as they hear the boy's threat, they all begin chuckling lightly, small smiles with tiny enjoyment held in tandem.

"That's funny." says One.

"It is." says Two.

One and Two then look at Three, expecting him to say something, yet no words come out of his mouth.

One is rather puzzled, but he drops it, as emotions are a topic that he and his fellow co-workers are not fond of, both in expressing and in general.

"Simpleton. You expect us to give you your Liepard just like that?"

Hugh balls his fists, "But you promis-!"

"We did." assures One.

"We lied." reveals Two.

"W-What?! Then what the hell was the purpose for making me battle you!"

Two flicks his hair, yet keeps his stoic expression, "To stall. To kill time. Whatever."

"To let Ghetsis flee. He's busy. He doesn't have time for you. The other two slipped past us, you won't." One reveals even further with a click of his tongue.

One nods in agreement, "Our job is not complete. We haven't distracted for long at all. Ghetsis could still be escaping."

"Yes." Two crosses his arms.

"Our battle ended early." One looks at his nails, "Time must be continued to be slaughtered until we can be certain that our lord is safe. Safe from you. Away from you."

"Whatever." adds Two.

Three continues to do nothing but stare with a stare matched only by his own co-workers.

By now Hugh is fuming. These ninjas, these stupid ninjas who only have mouthpieces strong enough to utter but two to four words per sentence have just lied to his face about the one thing he cares about, and they assume that it's not big deal, because to them, it is.

To him, it obviously isn't.

"Y-You...YOU ASSHOLES! GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER'S LIEPARD THIS SECOND, IT'S NOT EVEN YOURS!"

"It's not yours either. I would feel deeply saddened if I had to return such an unruly beast to such an unruly child." One takes out the poke ball holding the Pokemon in question, he tosses it to Two.

"Yes, why don't you bring the young lass here who owns this mangy rat? We'll give it to her."

"How dare you! IT'S NOT A RAT! STOP MAKING FUN OF IT! MY GRANDFATHER-"

One snaps his fingers, "Your grandfather has perished. Deal with that simple fact, peon."

"Ditto." adds Two.

Hugh attempts to retaliate with yet another useless insult, but he is promptly shut up by a harsh slap to the face. The blow renders him shocked, he almost falls to the ground, but staggers, and fortunately re-gains balance.

One motions to Two and Three, who promptly de-activate the teleporters in the room, "We have time to kill. So lean over on the lord's desk."

The boy's eyes widen, "W-Wha-?"

"LEAN OVER ON THE LORD'S DESK." orders One firmly.

Hugh's confidence leaves him in all but a second, he slouches to the floor, trembling before the enigmatic identical ninjas.

Instantly One begins firing at him with vulgar through which the likes that nobody has ever seen before.

"Are you deaf?"

"Retarded?"

"Were you dropped on your head as an infant?"

"Are you trying to convince me that the floor is now a desk? The desk in question that I asked you to lean on?"

The boy is shaking so hard, "I-I..." it is almost like someone has taken his personalities, twisted them inside out. Such role-reversal has shocked him beyond all comprehension.

Speechless, really.

"GET ON THE DESK." demands One.

When the boy does not comply due to his shocked demeanor, he is forcefully thrown onto Ghetsis' desk, all three ninjas walk up to him.

"W-Wha?! GET OFF OF ME!"

But the ninjas refuse to listen to someone who only pretends to have the backbone they talk and gloat so much about.

Hugh tries to keep up his pseudo-confidence, but it is immediately shafted away like a dirty towel once he feels two pairs of hands on him.

"What are you- GAH! S-STOP TOUCHING ME!"

Directed by pure hate-lust, One's hands have snuck their way up Hugh's jacket and shirt, searching for the boy's nipples. As soon as his fingers make contact, they begin fiddling with them, essentially fondling to the boy's initial displeasure.

He is met with a brisk and quick "No." by one of the ninjas, he cannot tell who, for all he can see is the wood of the desk.

All he can do is breath harshly, and hope to fuck that he's just being robbed. It's just a robbery. Just a robbery. They're merely searching for his cash.

The other pair of hands are twiddling about with his big poofy pants, one tugging at the waistband as if it were a toy, the other groping his pure ripe rump, "What on Earth kind of pants are those? They're like jeans fused with sweatpants." One notes as he watches Two continue his exploration.

"Bad fashion sense." Two adds.

Three finally joins in as his hands reach the boy's ankles. As soon as his cold flesh meets the boy, he receives a painful shock.

The jolt rushing through Hugh's body causes him to stand on the tip of his toes, as if the actions going on right now weren't enough.

Two finds the zipper of the boy's puff pants, and unzips it so that his inflating member may stick out, get some fresh air. The ninja does not find any trouble getting the boy's thick penis to slide through his boxers at all. As soon as it is freed, he gets a firm hold.

"A-Aahh, s-stop.." Hugh whines, but he is silenced by One, who is hugging him from behind, already starting to unzip his jacket.

"Shut up."

Using two fingers on each hand, Three pops the heels of Hugh's feet of his shoes, they are easily discarded, the boy does not put up a fight due to his other restrictions. As soon as his primary priority is dealt with, Three soundlessly moves onto Hugh's ass.

But there's no fun in toying about with a clothed body.

One almost tears the jacket off of Hugh, until his overpowering strength causes the boy to comply against his will. He removes the jacket, but he does it slowly so that he may savior the enjoyment. The boy's farce rage, his, pseudo-confidence, it's all gone, replaced only by a scared, nervous child with a frightened mind.

Yet a turned-on body, no thanks to Two's fondling.

Eventually, Two stops shifting up his shaft so that he may assist Three in the next step. The two ninjas take a grip at both of Hugh's cheeks, making sure that his pants are in their grip.

He tries one more time, "S-Stop.."

"Master isn't done yet." Two simply says, even through this, Hugh is the only one displaying any sort of emotion. The Shadow Triad are all blank, especially Three, who still for unknown reasons, continues to remain ever so silent.

Hugh moans as Two and Three slowly slip Hugh's pants and boxers off, each helping by pulling down a leg. Hugh's bare legs adjust to the discarding, his socked feet are forced to daintily kick away the pants, its belt, and undergarments lingering on the floor, they join his shoes and his jacket with a light noise indicating the group-up.

"I see, you say you want to stop, yet your body seems to enjoy this." says One, motioning at Three, who is mindlessly flicking Hugh's penis, much like a cat would with a string of yarn dangling over their head.

"T-That's just my body, n-not me. I-I...I HATE THIS- LET ME GO YOU FREA-Haaaaaahhhh..." Hugh is silenced as he feels something warm encase the lower half of his body, his expression turns from one of shock to something more "relaxed".

If not for a few seconds. His face retains the offensive outlook he previously had mere moments later.

Three has now hidden himself under the desk, where he quietly shimmies his way up and down Hugh's hardened cock with his mouth, in a simple yet hormone-unleashing rhythmic sequence.

"Haaaah...aahhhh, mmmm-" Hugh closes his mouth to try to stop the squeals, but they get muffled up, almost as if he's trying to ask for...

"Hm. Three seems to be doing his job rather splendidly, a commendable effort, I'd say. I guess."

"Perfect suckage." quickly mumbles Two as he motorboats himself into Hugh's ass. While Hugh receives numerous more jolts from the fact that a nose is diving inside his anus, One removes the last two pieces of clothing concealing his fluffy, creamy body.

His shirt and undershirt, which are given even worse care than all of his previous clothes, they are thrown towards the pile.

"Hmph, you sure do last long for one who unleashes his anger so quickly, I believe it's time to up the scales."

"Shifting tension." says Two.

One and Two unzip their pants at almost the same time, whipping out their cocks for a dual-attempt at some pretty dirty deeds.

One gets on the desk, and on his knees, directly in front of the boy's face.

In their minds, they slowly count to three, before thrusting in.

A cock in the mouth, the other in the ass.

One grabs a hold of Hugh's head, stroking his dark blue hair as his own cock grew hard, "If you even think about biting, consider yourself dead."

"Anal devastation." adds Two.

Tears are admittedly gushing down Hugh's rosy cheeks. All he wanted was his Liepard, a Liepard who to be honest, hated him to hell and back, but that's all he wants right now. And even after risking his life multiple, multiple times...

All he gets in return is a horrid gift in the form of a gangbang by three men that he clearly has no power over. He wants to bite. Bite down so hard, just rip that cock off of One's smug, tight crotch.

But if he does, he'll end up in a ditch.

The feeling. The feeling of two cocks penetrating someone from two different angles, as your own gets sucked off quietly with a blank face. The feeling of a solid object just ramming into your anus repeatedly, something so painful, so ravaging, just going in back-and-forth, back-and-forth. It's not even that surprising that ninjas, with their fearsome speed, are also quite fast in...other areas.

The penultimate moment of it all is when he cannot find the strength to carry his load any longer, with each second ticking by, it just gets heavier and heavier, just begging to be released.

He unleashes the sticky behemoth into Three's mouth.

The process sends more jolts through the boy's body, and he almost staggers for a second, almost falling off the table completely.

Almost.

He retains balance, still standing on the tip of his toes. If there's one thing One is surprised by, it's that the boy had managed to hold balance for that long without fucking up, even if his legs are quivering like nobody's business.

Hugh feels Three lick his wet, juicy cock. The ninja is admittedly a conservative of the most dirty kind, when a seed is released, he knows one thing and one thing only.

If it is anywhere but in your mouth, it does not DESERVE to be in your mouth at all.

Three makes this ideal evident as he does clean-up control on Hugh's cock, ensuring that no bit of semen even touches the floor. All of it. Every single bit.

Consumed.

Moments later, One too, releases a seed, yet this one is in Hugh's mouth. Keep in mind, he is no handyman, he's not even a janitor.

The semen spews everywhere, all over Hugh's face, he has to close his eyes and rub them because some of the juicy release had struck his cornea like a blow to the head.

"Lick it. Lick it all up. Lick as much as you can and don't you spit any of it out." One says, breathing harshly for obvious reasons.

What parts of Hugh's face that isn't covered in semen is covered in beady sweat that trickles down his cheeks, sometimes even mixing with the sweat batting down on him from One's forehead.

The boy feels awful. Like crap, but worse, like shit. Pure dead, disgusting after-waste, he knows now that there will be no way for him to seriously look at himself in the mirror ever again without seeing a pathetic harlot who was dicked halfway to bejeebus and back.

As much as Hugh wants to regurgitate it all out, it's a useless effort, he can't even gag because of how weak he is. In the end, he is forced to slurp the semen up, lips encasing One's cock, he wonders how something could be so salty, yet so bitter at the same time.

The boy has heard numerous stories about semen tasting sweet, oh so sugary, like the greatest possible taste that anybody could ever taste.

But now that he's tasted it first-hand, he can safely say that it tastes awful.

The climax of the ordeal is when Two's thrusts become too much even for him, Hugh's ass has been ravished for far too long, and a final release is required for all four occupants to rest.

"Hahhh, hahhhhh.." Hugh cringes, eyes closed, he no longer wants to see the nightmare going on right now. He tries to pretend that it's not going on, that what he's suckling on with his lips is not an erect cock, it's...it's candy. Sweet, sweet candy of some sort.

But all efforts to pretend end in failure.

"Juicy release." is the final thing that Two says before releasing his seed, through gritted teeth no less.

It's like getting shot in the ass with an arrow.

Two removes himself from Hugh as semen dribbles over his supple ass, as he falls to the ground, he gives one final firm smack with his palm.

"Godly aftertaste."

Unable to contain himself any longer, Hugh's vision begins to get dizzy, as does his balance. His tippy-toe stance is disrupted, and he finds his mouth leaving One's cock, and vice versa for Three's mouth.

Hugh falls to the ground, cock still fully erect and twitching. His vision gets fuzzier, and fuzzier, until his eyes closed.

His rump, covered in semen, no worse than his hair.
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Minutes, hours, days later, Hugh doesn't know what time it is, he is entirely clueless as to how long he clocked out.

When he awakens, he finds himself yet again, still in Ghetsis' office, but the owner of the room in question is no where to be found, ditto can be said for the Shadow Triad, all three members having fled to parts unknown.

Hugh immediately notices that all of his clothes are set on top of him, neatly folded. If the boy hadn't known anything, he would have assumed that this was the work of his mother following the usual laundry routine.

Afraid of potential bypassing Plasma members noticing him in his shame, he quickly suits up and heads out to continue his journey, it's all in the back of his head now, he wishes not to know of the horrors that went on earlier. However earlier it may have been.

But one last thing stops him as his feet step onto one of the room's teleporters.

A post-it note left on his chest, one that he does not hesitate to read.

One word.

["Neat."]
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