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>Be me
>Have Gardevoir
>Gardevoir is degenerate
>Be home
>Gardevoir tries to seduce me by using Attract
>I am a raging homosexual, so it doesn't produce any effect
>Dejected, she uses her psychic powers to force me to fuck her
>Two hours later, I am traumatized for life
>Pleased with her victory, she lets me out of the house, ostensibly to buy groceries
>Buy groceries, we were running low on vegetables
>Visit a shadier part of town, to buy a jacket
>Return home
>Gardevoir is at the entrance, spreading wide open
>Look away and go downstairs to the basement, picking up a crowbar I had lying around
>Gardevoir follows, obviously unhappy that I had once again refused her
>As soon as she comes into sight, I swing the crowbar at her head, striking a direct hit
>She collapses to the floor
>Looks up at me, first in confusion, then anger
>Her eyes start glowing blue, a sign she is using her psychic powers
>Grabs one of the massive dragon dildos I used to pleasure myself with as a kid
>I see her then for what she truly is, a repulsive being corrupted by lust
>She tries to use her powers on me
>Nothing happens
>Looks at me in shock, her mind unable to comprehend what is happening
>The jacket is made of Umbreon fur, which renders me immune to her powers
>Knowing only Psychic-type moves, a result of me being absolutely clueless as to what types are, she can't touch me
>I drop the crowbar, and grab a baseball bat
>Despite her otherwordly screams, I bring the bat down on her until she is nothing but a shivering wreck on the floor, struggling to breathe
>Her spindly limbs are bent in unnatural angles, her "dress" is tattered and her face has become unrecognisable
>Try to repay the rape with something of my own next, but the dragon dildos have no effect on her
>Leave her there, bloodied and bruised, as I wasn't capable of any more cruelty
>A single tear rolls down my cheek, not for what she became, but for what she once was