This is part of a Pokemon fan body horror comic/visual novel/thing illustrated by Spepingooze and scripted and written by me. The current full story, a link to part one and all current pages can be found here. https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/499p8fv3iuowtbue7ny6b/P.K.M.N-Infestation-Part-2.paper?rlkey=h5r64j37gncwbe3evrv9ams9f&st=zj5km3ds&dl=0

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"-YOU BITCH! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME CUTE, YOU FREAK!"

Vivian spun her head around to roar directly into Bea's face. Her quavering terror was scorched away by the tide of boiling blood rushing to her head. Bea flinched, surprised by the unexpected show of anger.

"Stripping me like I'm your doll, Pervert! Like hell I'll let myself be your plaything!"

Vivian leapt upon her affronted anger like a starving Lycanroc on a meaty bone, hatefully snarling and swearing. Taking advantage of Bea's hesitation, she wrenched her right arm from the mutant's slackened grip before driving her elbow back into Bea's chiselled abs.

Her joint exploded in pain; it was as if she had just jabbed the rocky hide of a Boldore instead of flesh. To Vivian's disappointment, the only reward for her efforts was a mild "oof." Infuriated, Vivian continued to shower Bea with a barrage of threats and curses, trying to bury the returning fear gnawing at her guts.

"You fucking degenerate cunt! Get your hands off me, you- you twisted shit-waffle! Your ass is grass once the rest of my crew gets here. We will send you right back to where you belong! Stuck in K's pc as an Arceus-damned lab specimen."

Besides the occasional slight wince, none of Vivian's offensive had the desired effect on Bea.
However, despite Vivian's crass language, the eyes of the imposing gym leader were calmly watching her with keen interest rather than the fear or anger she had expected. There wasn't even a flicker of annoyance as another thrust from her elbow was deflected off the hybrid's ribcage. Instead, Bea smiled playfully, delightfully intrigued by Vivian's struggle.

"Hey, that's not bad, Miss Burglar!"

The words were spoken with a crisp, clean tone, like a drunk snapping to sudden sobriety.
"A bit sloppy, but you've got a lotta spunk for a shorty like you. I like that..."

"Shorty?!"

Vivian spluttered with indignant rage, her assault wavering for a second. It wasn't fair. Just two days ago, the gym leader wouldn't have been that much taller than herself rather than the mutant Amazon she had become, thanks to the Yanma. Now, Vivian was being treated like a feeble waif.

"Shut the fuck up! I don't need compliments from some inhuman, meat-headed muscle bimbo."

Doing her best to ignore the jagged pain coursing along her arm, Vivian struck again and again at Bea ineffectually. But her target responded by eagerly coaching her attacks, the syrupy lust starting to ooze back into her words.

"Keep your arm straight; you want to hit me dead on to transfer all the energy. But don't worry, darling; we'll practice together every day. After all, I c-can't let my girl get pushed around by the first airheaded floozy that tries to steal you from me."

Vivian snarled in frustration at Bea's cluelessly clingy flirtations. She was sure her elbow was bruised to the bone by now, with nothing to show for it except further motivating her unwanted paramour. Yet unthinkingly, she kept fighting, dreading that the paralyzing terror would snatch her back up the moment she stopped.

"Get this through your spiky ears, asshole!"

Vivian ground her elbow into Bea's gut to punctuate each bellowed word. Her nerve endings were screaming in agony, begging her to give up.

"I. AM. NOT. YOUR. FUCKING. GIRL!"

At last, a result! Bea took a staggered half step backwards, her tentacles flinching away from Vivian as if burnt. Vivian glanced over her shoulder to see Bea blinking in wounded confusion, shaking her head like a stunned Wooloo.

'Did my words finally sink in?'

Bea's eyes opened wide as if she had just woken from a nightmare. The shining green orbs filled with such sincere distress that it sent a soul-freezing block of never-melt-ice sliding down the back of Vivian's spine.

"Darling? Am-am I not good enough for you?"

Bea asked in a small, confused and timid voice. But she quickly started to babble as if rushing to get everything out.

"I- No, you're right! I shouldn't be doing this. My thoughts, they're not me... but they're also not not me. They just don't stop. I need this so badly... I-No!"

Abruptly, Bea's eyes went dead, as her facial muscles twitched under the skin like a nest of fat worms. After a few seconds, her face hardened with dreadful concern and determination.

"I-I can fix this. I'll take responsibility; you'll be happy. I p-promise... I'll make you- I'll make you feel good."

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"-I'll Make you feel good!"

The sickening surge of self-loathing that had erupted at the burglar girl's refusal was violently stamped back down into Bea's subconscious. Her head jerked, the last few seconds disappearing from her memory, leaving her befuddled.

'What was I so fussed about again? Other than getting rid of my eggs, of course. Jeeze, the Burglar girl is even more fidgety now. Old Me must have said something stupid. I should do something to... calm... her... down."

Bea's pupils hazed over as her thoughts dimmed to a droning static. Her guts tingled for a moment before flaring into a white-hot ball of coalescing heat. Bea had felt this power before, with destructive results. The sensation of her internal organs generating the explosive forces of a pokémon's attack. An instinctual urge rippled from her mutated brain stem to the tail tip. A desire that, if crudely translated into language, might read as.

'I need to make my mate feel good!'

The muscles along Bea's spine tensed as the gathered power responded immediately to the impulse. Her insides felt tight, the burning aura compressing to a dense mote before release. However, instead of coating her tail in metal as before, the burning orb shot up one of Bea's tentacles, a tentacle curling around the profanity-spewing girl's neck.

The feeler stiffened as a splinter of something hard and sharp catalyzed within the muscle fibres. Sighing breathlessly, Bea mindlessly contracted the meat tube, pushing out the foreign object. The blood-engorged nodules of the tentacle spread wide, the skin between them puckering before the tip of a bony needle spiked out from the membrane with a wet 'shlich.' There was a prickly sensation of release from the tendril's root as a clear fluid slowly seeped along the length of the bone shard.

'What's that? Always something new with this body...'

Bea was more confused than alarmed; what was one more mutation? Instead, she was trying to fathom why her body had spontaneously generated the spike, only to be interrupted by a sharp smack to her collarbone.

"NGH! You are so lucky you caught me before I sicked my Muk on you. He would have taken your head clean off with a single gunk shot!"

Bea blinked, refocusing on the green-haired punk, who was still valiantly trying to fight back.
'Oh...? She's still trying to hurt me... So adorable.'

In truth, the pipsqueak's blunt rejection of Bea's confessed feelings had stung more than the rain of blows on her skin and carapace. Yet, Bea's hearts trilled joyfully. Having a girlfriend who was a bit scrappy and rough around the edges somehow felt... reassuring and incredibly alluring. But if her reckless attacks continued...

'She's hurting herself...'

Green Hair's attacks were weakening, her curses edged with suppressed pain. She had shifted from her elbow jabs to awkwardly trying to hit back at Bea with her free fist. Her arm joint might have already been sprained or fractured by now.

Tender concern ached in Bea's chest. She yearned to hug the hoarsely shrieking girl tight and softly whisper that she didn't have to keep fighting. Bea was already so proud of her. But under her velvety longings, half-formed, excited images of the bone needle stabbing and piercing bloomed in her skull. The still ravenous part of Bea knew precisely what her new tool was for.

'Got to calm her down... I promised... keep my mate safe... share my feelings.'

While Bea had been paying attention to her darling, her tentacle throbbed nonstop. Now, it was unevenly bloated, thick veins popping from its usually smooth surface.

'Feels tight... Uncomfortable. Gotta use it-'

All it took was a mental nudge, and the needle darted towards its target.

"Are you even listening to me, monster!? I said let me go, you- YEOWCH!"

The short girl yelped as Bea's stinger plunged into her carotid artery. Her eyes popped wide open, the pupils contracting to pinpricks. As the floodgates opened and venom started to course into her mate's bloodstream, Bea smiled nervously as she whispered softly.

"Like I said... I'll make you feel good~."