Ash was once again high as a kite and punch-drunk as hell... so to it seemed like a good idea to get his rear pounded in by a well-endowed bull. His stomach was inflated with bull cock and cum while his organs felt like they were being rearranged inside.
Once the bull was done with the man-whore of a jungle boy, it just left him lying there on his stomach with his ass pointed in the air. Bull cum flowed out of Ash's arse... followed by two logs of shit and five poke-balls. Laying in the afterglow while his insides turned back to normal, Ash was greeted to the sight of two pairs of mud-covered female feet. Looking up Ash saw Dawn and May, both holding bottles of champagne, grinning down at him lewdly.
Translation (Dawn): Guess what? My butt's all better!
Translation (May): So that means it's our turn stud!
Ash's response was unintelligible grunts and groans, he was still too tired to talk intelligibly... not that was going to stop the two jungle ladies from having their way with him. They proceeded to pour down their alcohol onto his face before peeing on it as well.
From the trees, Iris and an irate Misty were spying on this so-called date.
Translation (Iris): Still jealous?! I thought you already had your turn?
Translation (Misty): Yeah... that doesn't mean I like sharing what's mine with people that would be potential traitors.
Iris spotted a nude Serena watching Ash from the bushes... still trying to build up the courage to face her childhood friend.
Translation (Iris): I think you should be more worried about childhood friends than quote unquote traitors.
Translation (Misty): Childhood Friends? What does that have to do with this?!
Iris looked up at Mallow who was in a branch just above them.
Translation (Iris): You'll see... eventually.
Meanwhile, back at camp, the same bull that fucked Ash was now fucking his mother. All while Johana, her hair having fully grown back, watched in awe while squeezing Rockington between her massive boobs.