Red Crush
Warning: Contains Watersports (Urine) If you don't like, don't read. :)
This is a sequel to the Pokemon WS comic Blue Crush by Argon Vile.
Original Blue Crush Comic: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2607276/ [Pg. 1 of 6]
Red Crush:
Never before had the Mazant City Gym washrooms heard such a howl before. Inside a stall damp with fresh Wartortle pee, a frightened Chimchar lay bent over backwards, soaked in the mess and taking a full package he wasn't ready to handle.
A large Blastoise continued to thrust into the poor monkey as he squealed out his continuous chorus of: "Too big! Too big! Too big!" This only enticed the Blastoise to continue his onslaught, much to the enjoyment of their hidden audience. A lone Charmeleon lay on the floor next to the stall, pleasuring himself to his candid performance.
The Wartortle responsible for the stall's mess was already back with his little gang, bragging about his little excursions during his break. "Nice text!" was the response from his Gengar friend who was standing next to an equally nasty looking Croagunk. "The boss left the moment he saw that piss stained little perv...you're such a jerk!" he added with a smile.
"Ha!" retorted the Wartortle "You guys love it though don't you?!"
The two nodded. "So when do you think the boss is gonna be done with 'im?!" The Croagunk asked suddenly.
"At least a half hour I'd guess," the Wartortle replied, "I have time for one more battle, it'll give my balls some time to recharge.
The Gengar cackled, "I can't wait!"
...
Back in the bathroom the Charmeleon drooled at the sights and sounds of the Chimchar's swollen ass stretching with the pounding smacks. The Chimchar however was not sharing the same feeling of joy. He panted as he tried to grip what he could of the floor tiles, his paws slipping at the pools of urine on the floor.
The Blastoise was not about to let up, which was evident by the stern grip he hled firmly onto his slave's soaked backside. "Y'know, if you stopped resisting, you'd loosen up and enjoy it more." The Blastoise spoke suddenly.
The Chimchar propped himself up onto his knees to catch his breath with the brief pause he was incidentally given. "W-well sorry, it's my first time being raped in a fucking bathroom!"
"You seemed to enjoy yourself earlier judging by the picture." The Blastoise replied.
"Well at least your friend gave me a chance to..."
"Stop splitting hairs!"
"Stop splitting my ass!"
The two were suddenly interrupted by a burst of laughter from outside of the stall. The Blastoise turned his head and kicked the door open with a loud thud. Kneeling beside him was the now frightened Charmeleon. "...and just how long have you been here spying on us?!"
"U-umm..." the Charmeleon replied skittishly.
"Spit it out!" boomed the voice of the Blastoise.
"S-since the beginning..."
"How come I didn't see you come in?" The Blastoise eyed him suspiciously.
"W-well, I mean, since your friend started p-p-"
"Peeing on him?" The Blastoise interrupted.
"Well uh...ya."
The Blastoise smiled wickedly as he turned back to the Chimchar, "So you like seeing nasty shit like that, do ya?"
"Well-"
"Of course you do, or else you wouldn't have been fondling yourself on the floor the whole time." The Blastoise held his cock forward after it had gone slightly limp from the break. "C'mere boy, come get a closer look this time!"
The Charmeleon crept up beside the Blastoise in fear of causing him further anger. "Ok queer!" The Blastoise yelled at the Chimchar. "Open your mouth so I can show this fag here what he wants to see."
The Chimchar let out a brief sigh as he raised his head upwards. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip out just above his chin. He would rather have another 'dirty shower' than take more anal abuse from big blue beast.
The Charmeleon looked onwards with anticipation as his erection returned. Even though he was now hard again he was starting to feel the sting of holding in his pee so long. "Umm Sir?" he motioned to the Blastoise, not knowing what else to call him.
"Well that's a formal title!" he sarcastically replied, "What do you want now?"
"Well I didn't come in here expecting to get a show, I actually was interrupt-"
"The urinals are outside, stop asking stupid questions!" The Blastoise interrupted.
"Well no...I meant, do you mind if...join in?"
The Blastoise gave the Charmeleon a twisted smirk, "Seems I was right, you kinky little lizard! It's fine by me if you join in, any objections spunky monkey?"
The Chimchar shot the Blastoise a sour look, "As long as you don't give me any more stupid nicknames!"
The Blastoise let out a dry laugh, "I'll consider it now open that slutty mouth again, its blastin' time!"
Almost immediately after the Chimchar assumed the position a bright yellow jet shot out from the sharp tip of the Blastoise's cock. The Chimchar coughed in surprise as the flood entered his mouth. It was much stronger than the Wartortle's, being a very dry sour taste. It didn't help that there was so much of it being shot out at once.
The Charmeleon held his own cock forward as he tried to push out his own pee as well. Emptying with a full erection was nowhere near as easy as the Blastoise made it look. However, after a brief moment of coaxing, his own little stream joined in. Instead of trying to rival the open mouth target that was clearly hogged up by the Blastoise, he aimed for the side of the Chimchar's face.
The Chimchar's right eye twitched as he felt the second stream drip over it. The Blastoise's stream had begin to loosen up in speed and was now easier to 'manage'. He moved his mouth between both streams swallowing just a small amount. After all he had no idea how many times this was going to happen today. What he didn't swallow he let drain out of his mouth onto his chest. He moaned as it drained down staining his soft patch of white fur.
...
Elsewhere, just outside of the stalls, a nearby arena lit up with the bright flash of six-paneled lights. The next battle had begun. On one side stood the familiar cocky Wartortle, on the other was a tough looking young Zangoose. The Wartortle knew from previous battles that his opponent had spunk, he would make sure not to underestimate him this time.
The Zangoose eyed his adversary as well as the bell above them chimed three times. For a moment they stood motionless, both awaiting the other to start combat. After the hesitation broke the Zangoose started the match himself with a quick running Slash.
The Wartortle simply turned his back, causing the painful sound of scratching claws against a very hard shell. The Zangoose whipped his hand away in pain, leaving just enough vulnerability for the Wartortle to shoot a Water Pulse forward.
The next thing the Zangoose could see was the arena ceiling just past his ass as he lay upside down at the other end of the room. He pushed himself back up with a huff as he glared in response to the mocking laughter across from him.
Fury Cutter was his next brilliant plan as he gave himself another good lap of running and stancing, but to no avail. The moment he was close enough a very violent Skull Bash from his opponent claimed victory.
"Nicely done my friend!" the Gengar greeted the Wartortle as he left to the side lines.
"Thanks."
"Sure don't get much faster and skilled than that!" joined in the Croagunk holding out a towel for his sweaty friend.
"Well what can I say? When you got it, you got it!" He grabbed the towel his friend offered him and whipped his face. "Ok guys, ready to go visit my little 'friends'?" The other two smiled grimly at him and without another word they left for the stalls.
...
The Chimchar, now wringing wet with the urine of his two companions, lay back on the bathroom floor rubbing his chest. The Blastoise smiled at him as stroked his cock "See...you're a nasty public slut and you love it!"
The Charmeleon chuckled in agreement which inadvertently caused the Blastoise to turn his head over to him, staring him down. 'Oh shit!' was the first thing to cross his mind before the Blastoise gave him a sarcastic smile almost like a bully would.
"So Lizard, anything else you spied on that you'd like to try?"
As always the Charmeleon gauged whether to take this at face value or not but decided to play along after all, "Well ya!"
"Great, care to mention more description than 'ya!'?"
The Charmeleon was almost getting used to every smart ass comment his large friend shot at him. "Well that rimjob he gave looked pretty good..."
This was met with the same pattern of silence followed by a grim smile, almost like the Blastoise had to formulate a plan to everything he had to say. "Alright...hey chimp!"
"Ye-yeah?" he replied in a daze.
"Still with us fuzzy?" the Charmeleon joined in cockily, which was quickly cut off by a dry response from the Blastoise.
"I'll do the talking."
"Yes sir." The Charmeleon said looking down at the floor.
"Ok Chimp," The Blastoise said as he placed his paw softly onto the Chimchar's chin. "Your tongue hasn't dried out from all the salt has it?"
"N-no."
"Perfect, now you get your faggot ass over to that toilet." The Blastoise spoke now to the Charmeleon as he gave him a swift kick in the tail.
"Alright, alright!" he replied stepping over to the side of the bowl. He leaned his tail up as he rested his paws on the seat. "Like this?"
"No, come one now, don't be shy, get your ass in that toilet?"
"In?!" The Charmeleon squealed in shock as he looked carefully down at the contents of the bowl, "...b-but it's still filled with tortoise piss!"
"Hmph!" grunted the Blastoise, "Funny, I had got the impression you liked that sort of thing...now get your stupid ass in there before I force you in it!"
The Charmeleon gulped, aside from the obvious type disadvantage the Blastoise was also at a higher level and evolution than him. Like it or not if he didn't agree he'd be fighting a loosing battle. He started in slowly with his left paw shuddering at the now cold liquid. He quickened his pace soon after in response to another loud Blastoise grunt.
The big blue bully laughed long and hard at the poor Charmeleon as he shivered in the cold mix of water and stale urine. "Well it seems he's as good a sport as you fuzzy, I think he deserves a reward, don't you?"
The Chimchar turned to give the large tortoise a cocky smile, "Sounds good to me." If he had to keep doing all this he might as well enjoy it, he just wished the Blastoise wasn't so forceful.
The Charmeleon jumped in surprise at the tongue that suddenly trailed up behind him. The Chimchar had fun teasing him at first, watching him twitch at the tickling of his sensitive tail. As he moved to the bottom he returned his tongue to his mouth, taking a quick peak at the dark pink hole displayed in front of him.
The Charmeleon now felt the Chimchar's warm breath as he softly blew it onto his tailhole. With an approving moan he began to lightly probe with his tongue. He started slow around the sides of the hole until he was used to the mild musk of the Charmeleon. Fire Pokemon were often known to have a stronger scent about them than Water Pokemon.
This however was a minor detail and one the Chimchar soon got over as he ventured to the centre. Nothing too fancy, just a few rhythmical slips in and out to stir the nerves of the lizard.
The Charmeleon's tail whipped back and forth above him in response to the tension of being teased. This was met with the Blastoise's own impatient as his claws dug into the back of Chimchar's head, burying his face into the Charmeleon. The Chimchar simply followed orders.
He pushed outward on his tongue, giving it some weight to allow a quick and easy insertion. He soon gained the proper composure and worked his magic on the lizard's rear. The Charmeleon leaned into the chimp in ecstasy for the slippery probe inside him.
The two were too focused on their acts of pleasure to notice the small crowd that appeared behind the Blastoise. With the escape of a loud moan from the Charmeleon, the crowd began to laugh. The two slaves turned in fear as the first visible member stepped forward. His familiar voice took away all hopes of escape with five simple words, "Now the real party starts!"