Louie walked out of the cave whilst tying knots around his waist with was left over from his precious blue scarf. He had finally managed to make some make-shift loincloth when he heard austin scream and looking around panicked. The shy gay guy walked up towards him, and offered him the remains of his overcoat whilst he patted him softly on the back.<br/><br/><span style="color: Teal">''Man.. Do you really want me to tell you what happened, or would you just rather forget about it? Anyways, just look at that crying girl over there, your bloodied dick, and ask your ghastly what she has done with your body whilst she was too horny to control herself from the aphrodisiac needles the tentacreul was shooting around. Oh yeah, while you were out, there was the biggest horniest tentacruel ever, who seemed to enjoy raping every girl in this group high up in the air. And the reason we're all hardly wearing any clothes is because one of the nitwits here thought it seemed smart to anger a colony of zubats as well. As if having a raging boner on each guy and a mating tentacruel around wasn't enough to deal with, these pokemon seemed to enjoy ripping our clothes off for their nests. But we've survived man, and we're now going to that cottage over there. Here, put this around you. I think if I have to look another minute at that bloodied dick of yours I might feel compelled licking her blood off, and I'm not sure if I would not hate myself for that after this poison has worked out.''</span><br/><br/>Louie breathed in, a deep red blush spreading over his cheeks as that rant of words had finished rolling over his tongue. He had wanted to say this, for quite a while now. Being able to concentrate on capturing and distracting the tentacruel it had simultaneously distracted himself from the poison as well. But now they were freed from the cave and the icecold water his squirtle had created, Louie was dripping wet and steaming hot for stimulation. He tried resisting touching himself as they walked down to the cottage, his squirtle still pressed hard against his scratched and slightly bleeding chest. He didn't look all that bad though. Freed of his ridiculous blue clothes and many layers of cloth, he looked quite lean build. A slim muscled physique with a rough exterior thanks to the many scratched and bitemarks the zubats had made. His hair was all tangled up and falling down over his smouldering hot blue eyes, making him look like he could rape a girl and make her enjoy it as well. Oh if only he was straight...<br/><br/>His hands almost turned a bright white from clutching on tightly to his squirtles shield, trying to compose himself as the poison was firing up to great new heights in his blood. He was glad they finally reached the beachhouse, and followed Brianna inside. Hoping he would be able to find a room to himself and wank himself into oblivion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>