>>29638230>Pic kinda/somewhat/maybe related>bump
Guzma appears in small diner.
Sits at a table.
I approach him and ask for his order.
Return with his food and he says: "How 'bout a date with your boy Guzma, eh?"
He doesn't budge from his question, eager for an answer.
I secretly want to accept.
Play hard to get with him.
Once he's frustrated and annoyed, I would battle him to show that I'm too good for him.
I lose horribly.
Guzma gets his confident vibe back from beating such a cocky bitch and starts to brag.
I get a taste of my own medicine.
No tip for my services.
I take my Pokemon and leave with a bruised ego as Guzma's laugh echos in my head.
As I walked home, I am approached by Team Skull Grunts.
Grunts rap gibberish while flailing arms around.
"Ay! Give us your Pokes man! Our boss needs strong and rare Pokemon!"
"Tell your boss to kiss my ass."
We battle and I win.
Grunts upset and pull a sneak attack on me.
I black out.
I awake in a room, blindfolded and arms behind back.
Hear grunts yapping about some shit then shut up when they hear a louder voice than theirs. Footsteps scurry away as I hear a door close.
I get up and try to escape despite being unable to see or move my arms.
Powerful force pins me to a wall and begins to untie my hands. I flail but hands end up pinned to wall.
I hear a voice, sounds familiar but unable to pin out who it is. The grip on my hands tighten, pain ensued. I struggle using my lower body but I was stopped by a pair of hips pinning my own.
"My boys said somethin' 'bout kissin that ass of yours."
Before I can speak, I feel a pair of lips press against my own. I am speechless as well as motionless. Mystery man chuckles.
"But I rather kiss your lips instead. That ass can be for somethin' else."
"W-Who are you?"
Mystery Man brushes his lips against my neck and earlobe. His warm breath makes me tremble and his voice whispers in my ear."It's your boy, Guzma..."