Ruined Mons#12


        The dog days of summer had come & the residents of Exsploud Falls were feeling the burn. Locked in the sweaty grip of the August humidity, Mons from across the region flocked to the Wiscash Splash Waterpark looking to escape the heat & a day of summer fun. For most Mons, this meant long lines, overpriced foods, & fighting for a spot in the pool but for a particular Azurill, it meant the end of her happy little life as she knew it.
        Waves of heat rose off the asphalt & the hum of Ninjask filled the still air as the merciless sun beat down, threatening to cook all caught under its stern gaze. Thanks to the heat, no lawnmowers broke the silence, the laughter of children didn’t fill the air, & the whole of Uxie drive seemed to stand still, save for a single home. Full of energy & near bursting at the seams with excitement, Azurill bounced around her living room, anxious to leave as fast as possible. Dressed in a brand new pink one-piece swimsuit, it was her birthday & Azurill’s parents were taking her to the Wiscash Splash Cash Waterpark. Jumping up & down she watched her parents pack the car from the living room window, it had only been a few minutes but in her 4, no, now 5-year-old mind it felt like hours. Every year she & her parents went to the park & now that she was 5, mommy had told her she could play in kid's land without Mommy or Daddy holding her hand!!! So long as they could still see her of course. Plopping down on the couch, Azurill kicked her feet, bouncing off the sofa as she grew evermore impatient, wanting to leave ASAP. But as with all things & despite Azurill believing otherwise, time passed & her mom Azumarill came & grabbed her.


“You ready to go, sweetie?”
“Yes, Mommy.”- Azurill hopped to her feet, literally vibrating with excitement.
“You're going to be on your best behavior riiiigggghhhhttt?”- Azumarill’s smirked, watching her daughter's impatience continually grow.
“Yessssss.”- Azurill whined, hopping from one foot to the other, her fairy-type powers forming a pink energy shell around her as if an attack was coming despite not knowing any.
Azumarill sighed, “Ok, let's go.”- the gust of wind nearly knocked Azumarill over as Azurill “Extreme Speeded” out the door.


Hopping into her booster seat, Azurill couldn’t stop smiling as daddy strapped her in & mommy got in the passenger seat. Staring out the window as daddy backed the car out of the driveway, Azurill couldn’t help but think this was the happiest day of her life. As the family pulled into the crowded Waterpark parking lot, Mr. & Mrs. Azumarill chatted happily with their daughter, the strained smiles plastered on their face, threatening to reveal their true feelings. Azurill’s parents hated this place, ever since Wiscash Splash blew up, seemingly overnight, it had become insufferable. It was always too crowded, food was too expensive, lines were stupid long, & nothing was fun if you were over 15, save for the adult section but you couldn’t go there with a kid. Sadly, their daughter loved it, so once a year the pair sucked it up & went, splashing around in over-chlorinated water, eating overpriced food, & getting overheated in the burning August heat.
Once Mr. Azumarill found a parking space, Mrs. Azumarill removed Azurill from her booster as her husband unloaded the car, pulling out the sunblock Mrs. Azumarill began rubbing it on her daughter’s face as she squirmed & struggled to get away. Subconsciously, Azumarill rubbed in sunblock harder & more excessively than she needed to,  a small part of her exacting a measure of revenge against her 5-year-old daughter for dragging the family to this tourist trap. Once finished, the family of 3 stood cooking in a 40-minute line just to get inside, having bought tickets online the day before. Then they fought through the thongs of other Mon’s just to reach kid’s land before circling the sitting area several times over until two hot, rickety, beach chairs opened up, completely unaware of the security camera's watching them from every angle.
Sitting in his sweltering dumpster, Garbodor sat soaking in a boiling sludge of rancid garbage juice & filth. Enjoying the heat & smell, he reclined, dick in one hand, refreshing drink in the other, watching his security cameras. His favorite day-to-day activity, Garbodor would spend hours watching his cameras, salivating at the crowds of Mons funneling inside, their wallets draining as they were nickel & dimed for overpriced crap. He would laugh at all the strained parents, clearly unhappy but forced to fake enjoyment for their over-excited bratty kids, & most sinister of all, Garbodor would pick victims he liked out of the girls who came day in & day out, his own lust being insatiable & his fetish brothels constantly needing new attractions. So far, that summer had represented a pretty big dry spell for the foul businessmen, sure there had been some girls that piqued Garbodor’s interests but none of them would be really worth the effort in the long run, repeats, too old, maybe able to escape him if he tried anything, all the typical excuses really.
Watching Mon’s stream through the park's inner gates, Garbodor didn’t know if it was fate, luck, or just random chance but randomly his eyes were drawn to a small blob of blue among the multiple hues, shapes, & colors of the Mon’s entering his park. A family, two Azumarill’s & a little Azurill bouncing up & down excitedly, looking like she was having the best time of her life. Azurill was so happy, so vibrant & joyous, full of life & innocent. Garbodor had to have her. Sitting up, his dick becoming rock hard, Garbodor stared at the little Azurill, her beaming face, the swimsuit conforming to her petite slim body, the vitality she exuded. He wanted to steal her joy & drain her vitality, rip away her innocence & destroy her exuberance.


“Not wanted, will!”- Garbodor corrected himself, beginning to salivate. Tuning his cameras to follow the small family, Garbodor began watching for his opening.


With Azurill’s parents set up semi-comfortably on deck chairs, mommy helped her put on water wings. Azurill tried to stop fidgeting when mommy asked, tired to stand still but she couldn’t she was just so excited. Vibrating from excitement, the moment mommy finished blowing air into the water wings, Azurill took off, she heard her mommy say slow down but was too excited to listen. Running to the first pool, a large depression filled with about 5 inches of water at most & a massive slide structure in the middle, Azurill began to splash & play in the jets of water that shot up from the ground. Being without mommy or daddy was a little scary at first, Azurill worried the water jets might be too much for her but her fears proved baseless as ran through the jets laughing with joy. Soon, a little Smoochum girl joined her & the pair climbed the play structure to go down the slides.
For hours, Azurill played on & off with her new friend, splashing & playing in the pool without a care in the world, Garbodor’s cameras trained on her the entire time. Near the end of the afternoon, Garbodor began to worry, it had been hours & not once had his opening come. Azurill hadn’t left her parent's sight all day, she went to the bathroom with her mom & had lunch with her day & not once had she disappeared into the play structure long enough for Garbodor to come and get her. What's worse, Azurill’s parents clearly wanted to leave soon, they looked hot, tired, & strained. Soon they would undoubtedly tell their daughter to wra[p it up, that it was time to get going. Worrying & pacing, Garbodor had to make his move soon lest he lose his prize. Having no ideas of his own, Garbodor almost whooped for joy when, a moment later, Arceus smiled down upon him, blessing him with a massive thunderstorm over his park. 
The clouds rolled in almost instantly, no Mon was prepared for a slight shower, much less the millennium storm that appeared out of nowhere. The wind whipped with a biting edge as lighting flashed & thunder cracked in the pitch-black sky louder than a sonic boom. For a moment, all the Mons stood frozen, wide-eyed, then the rains came. Freezing cold & biting, the Mons began to stampede as the rain hit their skin. An entire park full of Pokemon sprinting pell-mell towards the exits, pushing, shoving, & trampling, trying to get to their cars, not even thinking to shelter in the park’s building to escape the storm. In minutes, a park stuffed to bursting became virtually empty, almost every Mon was gone (on the family side), save for Garbodor, most of his staff, & a little Azurill hiding in a play structure, scared & crying. 
When the storm had hit, Azurill had been going down a slide into the pool. Feeling hot & tired, she was ready to go home, it had been a fun day but Azurill wanted a relaxing shower & a nap. She planned on asking Mommy if they could leave soon but halfway down the slide, a loud boom filled the air & shook the slide, causing Azurill to scream & start to cry. When she exited the slide, Azurill was immediately pelted by cold rain, the black sky streaked with lighting the only thing to greet her as the lifeguards & her parents were gone. Frantically calling for mommy & daddy, Azurill didn’t see her parents (they had fled when the rain started), & with thunder still booming overhead, Azurill ran & hid in the play structure, still crying. Garbodor witnessed all this over his cameras. Grinning ear to ear, he slid out of his dumpster & began booking it over to kid land, frantic to claim his prize.
The storm only lasted for at most, 10 minutes but dumped enough rain to overflow most of the pools in the Wiscash splash & as the clouds cleared & the sun came out, the Mons in the parking lot, who dove into any open car, began to sort themselves out. As the storm ended, Azurill came out of hiding, sniffling & scared but no longer crying. She planned to begin searching for mommy & daddy, already calling for them but stopped dead & vomited as a horrific smell washed over her. Whipping around, Azurill found herself looking up at a massive Garbodor standing in the pool, his crotch right above her head. Last year, daddy had drilled stranger danger into Azurill when a Stoutland was caught trying to get young mons in his van in a nearby park, then mommy had explained no-no places & that she should never show strangers hers or allow them to show her theirs. Azurill had never seen another’s no-no place before but she instinctively knew the massive bulge above her head was exactly that.
So with her parents gone, the worst smell ever invading her body, & a stranger's no-no place above her head, Azurill freaked out. She screamed & started to cry again when Gabodor reached a hand toward her, launching a weak fairy attack before turning & trying to run. Being level 70 & a poison type, Garbodor was completely uninfected by the attack. Loving to destroy any hope his victims had, Garbodor let Azurill get to the edge of the water, nearly exiting the pool before two tentacles shot from his body. Scared out of her wits & feeling sick, Azurill ran blindly, not knowing where she was going, she had to find mommy, had to get away from the gross stranger. She was nearly out of the pool when two hot & slimy things wrapped around her legs. Letting out a scream, Azurill fell hard as the tendrils tightened & began pulling her back toward Garbodor. Flipping her onto her back, Azurill stared in horror as something huge, green, & disgusting began to extend from the Garbodor’s no-no place. Thrashing like a fish caught on the line, Azurill found herself pulled closer & closer to the disgusting no-no thing until she was pressed up against it. Garbodor took the massive… thing in his hand & after ripping off her swimsuit,  began rubbing it all over her. Azurill spit & sputtered as the thing left a slimy hot residue all over her body, burning her skin & tasting horrific as it got in her mouth. 
Her skin literally smoking, Azurill thrashed in  Garbodor’s grip, tears streaming down her face. This was exactly what Garbodor wanted because as soon as Azurill flailed her legs, his tentacles grabbed them, forcing them further apart & holding them open. Now immobile, Azurill could stare in fear at her Nono place being fully displayed, something her mommy told her never to do. Grinning like a wolf about to pounce, his dick had an eye, & that eye showed him a small slit of a pussy, ready to be spoiled before it even had a chance to ripen. Shooting his prehensile penis forward, Garbodor began jamming himself against Azurill’s tight slit despite her screams & protests. Azurill was beside herself, this mean man was touching her Nono place with his Nono place & it hurt!
In the parking lot Azurill’s parents were frantic, the moment they realized their daughter wasn’t in the car with them they began frantically calling her name, looking among the crowd of half-dried Mons to find her. Soon they realized she wasn’t with there & realized they had left her in the park when they fled. Rushing back to the gate & pushing through the small crowd of mons who trying to get back in, they realized with despair & dismay that the metal shutters were closed, the stampede of Mons had set off the earthquake alarm & now the gates needed to be unlocked & reset by an employee.
It took some doing, but Garbodor was able to pop the head of his cock through Azurill’s tight slite & now, inch by inch was working his way inside her. Crying in pain, Azurill demanded the mean man stop but he wouldn’t & all Azurill could do was watch the weird bulge inside her move painfully up her body. For his part, Garbodor was having a phenomenal time, this girl was by far the youngest, & tightest he’d ever had & watching her body bulge & stretch as his cock forced its way further inside was just the best. Soon, Garbodor’s cock hit a barrier & he grind wickedly, pulling back for a moment, he slammed forward, causing Azurill to cry out in pain as her hymen broke & her virginity was stolen. From there it was smooth sailing, Garbodor’s dick forced its way through the tight flesh, its corrosive nature softening Azurill’s insides, by the time he reached her cervix, Azurill’s pussy had the grip & consistency of a worn prostitute. Coiling his dick inside the little Mon, as usual, Garbodor waited until his filth adjusted her body to withstand the massive bulge inside her, then pulled out to the tip before slamming back in like a ravenous animal.
Outside the gate, Azurill’s parents were practically screaming at the bored & apathetic-looking Zigzagoon teenager slowly disengaging the safety locks so the shutters could be rolled up. Arceus only knew what could happen to their daughter in there alone & how scared she must be.
Screaming & crying, her limited vocabulary reduced to sobs, Azruill flailed her arms helplessly, as  Garbodor rutted her like an animal. The Nono thing inside her burned her Nono place & felt really hot & bad, it made her insides hurt & she wanted it to stop, why wouldn’t it stop? Unfortunately for her, Azurill would soon get her wish, Garbodor knew he didn’t have much time so he was forgoing his usual build-up of torture & torment, going for the main event ASAP instead. Pounding her cervix with enough force to dent it, Garbodor soon felt his balls constrict & with a roar, unleash shot after shot of the disgusting vile green sludge cum into Azurill’s body. Shocked into silence by the burning poison suddenly filling her, Azurill could do nothing but take long, stuttering breaths as the poison began filling her insides, then began overflowing, spilling out of her Nono place onto the water below where it smoked & hissed unleashing a cloud of arid smoke.
Inside, Garbodor’s sperm forced its way past Azurill’s weakened cervix, & into her womb, but it was empty. Azurill was far too young to be ovulating naturally & Garbodor hadn’t done enough prep to force her to ovulate so there was nothing for the sperm to infect & impregnate right?  WRONG!! The sperm shot up Azurill’s little fallopian tubes & began infecting her ovaries, turning them into lumps of rotten garbage & forcing them to drop ova which were dragged into the womb & brutally assaulted. The ova were new to the world they knew nothing of its dangers or consequences, their first taste of life was Garbodor’s horrific sperm digging into them, filling them as it exploded into microbes that quickly infected them, rotting & mutating them until they were black balls of rot & puss, somehow still alive & beginning to develop. Sinking into Azruill's underdeveloped uterine wall, they had not ever had a thought before the 3 girls under newly found sentience were lost & a life of horrific foulness began. As Garbodor’s orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock out of the bloated, tiny Azurill, retracting it into his body as a torrent of vile fluids shot out of her & splashed into the pool below. Feeling the Nono thing leave her & all the pressure inside her empty as the burning stuff rushed out like pee proved to be too much for Azruill, causing her to faint, well & truly defeated. Still holding the dead weight of his prize spread eagle style out in front of him, Garbodor began making his way out of the pool when something unexpected happened. The smell of ozone filled the air & Azruill’s body began glowing silver. This was surprising for two reasons: One: because Garbodor hadn’t done the prep work he believed necessary for his toxins to force evolve a Mon & Two: at any rate, he didn’t believe a Mon could evolve this young anyways. Thinking quickly Garbodor dropped Azruill in the pool, where her changing body began absorbing all the filth he’d spilled into it thus far & all the filth created by the patrons swimming throughout the day.
Finally, the rolling shutter went up, & Azruill’s parents rushed back to the kid's pool praying to Arcus above she was alright. But she wasn’t there, they called for her but she didn’t respond, they searched but she didn’t appear. All they found was crystal-clean water.
One year later: Another summer, & the hottest day of the year by a high margin, the Wishcash Splash water park was booming with Families & Mons of all ages looking to escape the heat & on the adult side, things were just as busy. With summer came drunken tourists & with drunken tourists came a need to fuck, no matter the price, & Garbodor’s tourist trap brothels were the perfect place for it. Every attraction on the adult side was packed, every bar had a waitlist, every show was sold out, & every brothel had a line out the door, with the line for Fleshroom stretching back to the park's entrance. But even that couldn’t compare to Sweet Sally’s schoolhouse, the all-loli Mon brothel because today, today had been a birth show. See, one of the main attractions of Garbodor’s brothels was that a client could knock up one of his girls at any time if they wanted to dump load after load straight into their unprotected wombs, the girls had no choice but to allow it. This resulted in almost a perpetual cycle of pregnancies in the park which in turn created even more revenue. Pregnant sex was the park's biggest attraction, never having a girl on her period during the season meant no fan favorite was ever out of action for long, & the birthing shows created lucrative betting pools on what came out & an ability to sell expensive tickets to watch the event live. The only issue was the surplus of Half-breed bastard Mons created but even that had an easy, money-making solution. Once a year, Garbodor would auction off the surplus, selling the young Mons to the highest bidder & what didn’t get sold was readied communally in the employee housing & put to work wherever there was need of them. Of course, Garbodor kept a few for himself, experimenting on just how young a Mon could get pregnant & successfully give birth with his goal being a baby Mon giving birth to a baby that was already pregnant. But that was still a long way off so Garbodor tried not to obsess about it.   
Today’s had been in the schoolhouse, one of the new attractions for the season, a pet project of Garbodor’s had given birth to her first litter in a grand spectacle. If one were to look up at the schoolhouse one could see where it happened, due to the green film covering the windows & the stank clouds escaping around the windows frame. Waiting in line & going inside, if one were to pass all the available classrooms & head towards the room that housed the birth show, they would be stopped by security as after a birth show the girl gets some time off. But assuming security wasn’t there, & no other clients went inside, they would find an extremely miserable Marill. According to the info card above the door, she was six, it was her birthday (happy birthday) & this was her second birthing. Streamers lined the door frame & Balloons were tied to standing ashtrays aligning the entrance. Heading inside, one would find quite possibly the most miserable Mon they've ever seen. First & foremost, no Mon that young should ever evolve, so there's that, secondly, no Mon that young should be capable of giving birth, much less in a position in which she’d have to, from a moral standpoint anyways. 
Sitting at an old-style school desk in what could best be described as a classroom porno set, Marill had to be at least 250Lbs which was ludicrous for her species, much less her age. Dressed in a too-small, unbuttoned schoolgirl shirt & knee socks, it's immediately apparent shes was one of Garbodor’s “special projects”. The onset of early puberty due to her pregnancy & evolution would’ve twisted & deformed Marill enough but adding Garbodor’s foulness to the mix created a whole new level of horror. Marill’s greasy black hair had a greenish tint to it, she had a pulsating growth on her fat face that clients could sware was looking at them. Her eyes were bottomless black pits that looked blind until they looked at you like two soulless voids screaming “help me”. A single yellow tooth poked out of her fetid mouth & on her bloated fat roll of a neck, a functioning eye flickered, looking around the room randomly. It was hard to tell due to the could of stank filling the room but her blue skin had a consistent green greasy sheen due to the oils constantly spewing from Marill’s pores, everywhere she went she left a greasy trail & anything & everything she touched got soaked in the stuff but to clients, that was part of the appeal. Blue & red growth’s covered Marill’s body, not to mention a plethora of splotches & damage, especially on her tits, which, due to early puberty, were sagging pancakes of fat hanging down her chest with thick, rubbery, green areola & nipples. Sticking out of her bloated gut were two spouts that spewed what could only be described as sewage as that was how her body excreated waste, her holes were only for procreation, sodomy, & birthing now. A fan favorite activity of her clients was to catch the spewing waste in a container, then make Marill drink it, just to watch her disgusted reaction. Finally, her pussy was an open cesspit, a bloated sewer cunt that spewed sludge, attracted flys, & stank so bad clients occasionally puked just for being near it. Despite all this Marill was still a popular attraction, why? Because she was miserable. Every day she would sob & struggle against clients, constantly whining to go home, wanting mommy & daddy, & to leave her Nono place alone. Thats what kept her popular, the determination & dedication of each & every client that walked into that room to turn her young life into the worst living hell imaginable & send her into a deeper & darker despair every day until there was nothing left & she was disposed of with the rest of the trash (girls that had lost any usefulness & value).
Currently, Marill sat in her chair exhausted, her eyes puffy from crying, two umbilical cords stretching from her abused cunt to the floor below where two newborns were already getting up & moving, no one bothered to cut it Marill would have to do it herself. Like her other kids, the newborns were disgusting abominations a mixture of Azruill’s & toxic waste not even Garbodor, just generic mutation with too many eyes & melting bodies. Like Marill’s other kids, they were little more than dumb animals, they would be good for sex & menial work, later on, dont get me wrong, but they would never be anything more than things to be used. Marill hated them, she hated how much giving birth hurt, she hated being forced to learn the hard way where babies come from, she hated mean Mons putting their Nono things in her place, she hated all of it. As Marill pouted & sulked like a little kid, one of her older kids crawled up her arm & latched onto her nipple, latching one & causing a spray of rotten green slime to spew from both breasts, stinking up the room worse & attracting the other older brat wanting to feed. As Mable shifted wearily, causing her cellulite-filled lard ass to shift & squish, it was almost impossible to believe she’d just been a little Azurill herself, just one year ago.
After Azurill evolved, Garbodor quickly dragged her back to his dumpster & after performing his usual tests, using her swimsuit as a cum rag, etc… he proceeded to rape her over & over again, for the rest of summer & winter until the next tourist season started. Because of this Marill became the monstrosity, she was, worse than even the Lopunny who sho foolishly angered Garbodor by trespassing in his territory. She gave birth the first time in his dumpster, his cock in her ass as she did it & at that point, Garbodor confirmed what he already knew, she would be a perfect attraction. The entire time, Marill’s parents never stopped looking for her. They scoured the park top to bottom with security looking for her, they contacted every police, detective, missing child group, & news agency they could find, heck even the Fbi got involved but no trace of their precious little Azurill was found. They searched nonstop for months, hanging posters & fliers, going on the news, talk shows; everything they could think of to get the word out, begging for their girl to be returned safely. Marill’s parents wore themselves ragged & their marriage crumbled because of it. But even separated, they never stopped looking, even today, a year later, flyers still dotted the telephone polls & billboards of Exsploud falls, & each of the Azumrills would pop up on the news, talking about their daughter, how she would be six this year & begging for her to be returned safe & sound. Heartbreaking stuff really. 
But she never would return, she was Garbodor’s now, & would remain as such for as long as he wanted or she lasted. Though Garbodor wasn’t heartless, maybe he could send an abomination baby as a peace offering. Regardless, Garbodor had big plans for Marill & no pathetic sob story would change that. He wanted to get her kids in circulation as early as next season because when Marill turned 7 she would become another fixture in the Fleshroom & not only did Garbodor need a replacement for her in the school house, he was considering opening a preschool wing as well.