The skies are alive tonight, the stars twinkling like diamonds and pearls in a field of black. Most of the buildings have closed up for the night already—it's the perfect time for a little bit of robbery.

My target? The Kalos Museum of Fine Arts, home of some of the most valuable pieces of art from around the world, of course! Frankly, I don't even care what I get my hands on tonight, it all has to be worth something at the end of the day. There doesn't seem to be any guards on duty tonight, either. That's a surprise for sure; the guys running this place must be pretty confident if security is this paltry. You know what they say, overconfidence can be fatal; especially when you're dealing with a master. They're almost making it too easy for me!

After slipping my mask on, I check the area once more to be safe—the coast is clear and I'm ready to go. Climbing the fence is effortless, and soon enough I'm in. There's an eerie blanket of silence that's draped over the museum grounds, though; I can't help but feel as if there's someone—or something—watching me. Trying not to let the feeling get to me, I quietly head down the cobblestone path towards the museum doors. They're locked tight, with a large padlock clamped around the handle; that's no problem, even an unskilled picker could get this open without much effort.

As I stick my lockpick into the keyhole, the faint sound of rustling from the bushes catches my attention. The sound is quickly followed by low growls; it seems like the noises are coming from multiple directions at once, too. Whatever is making this commotion seems have brought friends along.

The distraction has my hands trembling and my heart racing—this is not good. Whipping around, I point my flashlight towards the source of the noise, only to be greeted by a pair of eyes staring back at me. The deep red eyes have a fiery look to them; the Pokemon they belong to doesn't look friendly at all. Is it a guard dog? That would explain the lack of security...

Whatever is going on here, I'm not sure I want to stick around and find out firsthand. Quickly, I pack my stuff away for the night and start heading back towards the gate. As soon as I step off the path, that same low growl rings out once more as a figure emerges from the bushes and stops me in my tracks. It's a Houndoom! The moonlight reflects off her deep black fur like obsidian while her breath leaves her mouth in visible puffs of smoke. To make things worse, there's even more snarling coming from all sides—I'm surrounded here! There are three more, all standing there on alert, waiting for me to make a move.

Without thinking, I drop my bag to the floor and start bolting out of trouble as fast as my legs can carry me. The Houndoom closest to me gives chase as well; she's fast, much faster than I expected, much faster than I am. When I reach the gate, I start climbing, but before I can make it very far, an unfathomable searing pain shoots through my calf—she's got me!

The Pokemon clamps her jaws around my leg, trying to pull me down towards her. I'm hanging on for dear life, but my grip is already starting to falter and I can hear the fabric of my pants tearing under the canine assault. The other three Houndooms are snarling and barking along as they watch the show, waiting for their precious turn.

A loud ripping sound fills the air. My pants can't handle the strain anymore, and they're torn right from my waist, leaving my lower half exposed to the night air. I'm not sure I can handle much more either, my grip is slowly loosening as the pain shooting up my leg reaches a melting point. With one last desperate tug, the Pokemon pulls as hard as she can, sending me tumbling to the ground in a heap.

There's blood spilling down my leg, pooling around the floor and staining my boxers crimson as I lay slumped up against the gate. The other three Houndooms approach, looking to join in on the fun; their eyes are glowing with a hellish light, drool dripping from their mouths as they move closer. I can't even push them away, I'm practically paralyzed from the agonizing sensation running through my body. It's like my blood has been replaced by molten lava; my veins feel as if they're on fire.

The stench of burning coal enters my nose as the Houndoom leans in closer, her forked tail whipping behind her violently while her horns dig into my chest. Please just get it over with already...

It's then that I feel a damp sensation all over my crotch—it's her wet snout; she's pressed herself up against my underwear, trying to get a taste of my scent. After she gets her fill, she pulls back and licks her lips; I can tell by the terrible expression in her eyes that she wants even more from me.

Gritting my teeth, I feel that same damp sensation once again as she presses her entire muzzle into my groin, grabbing the hem of my boxers with her teeth and pulling them down just enough that my limp prick is exposed to her hungry gaze. Small puffs of smoke billow out from her nethers as she breathes in and out heavily; I can't tell if it's from the exertion or from something else, but I don't like it.

The other three Pokemon are clearly getting impatient;