After all, the vicious Grunts were ready to have their Pokémon attack anyone that came in, and that included the three humans they saw. Indian sex Machoke had approached a female Picnicker, and as she smiled in a mildly confused manner, he smiled back, starting off physical contact by groping her ass out of nowhere, to which the girl gasped. The neck snap set him off, as he used one hand to high-five his apprentice, while he guided his cum cannon to coat the faces of the loyal human slaves. “You’re under arrest for murder!”, he shouted, reaching to grip the Pokéball containing his partner. She gave in quickly, and Machoke slipped his briefs off, before pulling her skirt down. Scientist Garret was terrified, while everyone else was overwhelmed by awe and admiration for the new form of the deadly Fighting type. The groan of his victim was overpowered by the clapping of Machoke, and the humans in behind, who were impressed even before Machop rotated his hips hard to the right, and then to the left, snapping the neck of the third victim of that day’s joined rampage. Machop were known to train by hefting Geodude, and it was no problem for the trainee in the dark arts of barehanded murder to hurl the male Camper’s corpse at the Policeman trainer, and knock
