Ahh, the Safari Zone. Such a quaint get-away from normal life, it would seem as I visited my original home, a lush and varied landscape of grass, trees and savannah. It was about twelve in the afternoon, and that big, yellow sphere hung luminously above in the heavens. I was situated underneath an Iapapa tree, shaded by the thick gourd-like fruit and posh green leaves that grew from its stump and trunk. I had been lazy all day long; there wasn’t much else to do but to give the illusion of running away whenever some unwary trainer came to arms with my burly, dinosaurian frame. It was quite comical, seeing as how today was a Saturday; one of the off-days of the Safari Zone, since everyone seemed to be huddled across the sea, at the Battle Tower. Essentially, I was alone with the rest of the Pokémon that dwelled within the lush landscape. I picked off another berry and started chewing into the slightly sour gourd, looking for the lake where most of the other Pokémon gathered to drink. It was more of a watering hole in that regard, but when it’s hot like today, things tend to taste and feel a lot better once they go down. The hole wasn’t very far away; I saw a couple of Kangaskhan and Chansey along the way there, but for the most part I was my own breed in a dislocated state. How I came about here was a completely different story, however… Heh… it still haunts me even to this day how terribly I was treated back then, when I was basically a living vessel of harvestation… but it’s old memories, past haunting that make me a stronger Pokémon than I could ever be. I shook off the old ghosts that tainted my mind as my body finally reached the hole – a little less than what it should be, but still having quite a bit of water to drink. Slowly, I bent over to take a sip of the cool water, filling my sour mouth up quite quickly indeed before taking a large, cooling gulp of the hydrogen and oxygen mixture. I saw another Pokémon in the water; a Dratini; stricken somewhat in jealousy and in wanderlust. “What would it be like if I could be a different person; if only for an hour…?” I closed my eyes for a second, thinking to myself about all the other species of Pokémon I’d run into my travels. I’d been from Johto to Kanto and Sinnoh, as well… those Pokémon Centers are a piece of work, I thought to myself. I swished down another glug of water and laid on my back, up at the burning sky, sprawled out gently onto the grass that padded my backscales. What would it take to accomplish that…?, I continued thinking as the sun continued to torch the land, a warm breeze flustering over my frame, rustling the grass and trees a little bit. I still had a little chunk of Iapapa left, so I devoured that with due speed and preceded to drift off into a little power nap. Not the same thing as that Rest attack, but it worked nonetheless. ~~~ I woke up about two hours later to the sight of an Arbok’s tail sitting right next to my arm. A bit startled I was by it, but not much else seeing as how I was almost invisible in the tall, turquoise grass that ran along the rim of the watering hole. The sun had lessened slightly, peeking out from behind a tree that was on a plateau about fifty steps away, shining in beams onto the lake. I leaned up, a little groggy from my nap, but fairly rested. And a tad hungry as well. My belly gurgled slightly underneath the green armor that covered my frame, and that other Pokémon’s tail started to look quite appetizing… normally I’d settle for eating berries and Poffins that the humans made, but I probably wouldn’t get any food between here and the next time I visited a berry-fertile tree… The Arbok was still unaware to my presence; its large hood blocking its backwards field of view as it was more concerned with the water it was drinking. I laid back down in the grass and pretended to be asleep, just in case it had noticed my presence, but was just ignoring me since I appeared to be out like a light. The creature turned to slither away as it finished up, clear fluid dripping from its poisonous mouth; but as it began to turn away, I grabbed it by its neck, just underneath its hood. My paw could just reach around to grip it totally, and as my surprise attack slowly wore off, I gripped it a little tighter, hoping to suffocate the venomous snake into submission. It rasped for air , flailing slightly with the tip of its tail, lashing my hip wildly. It didn’t come to any good effect, however; I’d stood up to Explosion attacks with nary a scratch on my body. Slowly, but surely, I’d tug the choking snake into the grass, hiding it with my form slightly, although not by much as a purple blob was still visible in the giant grass. A few minutes of that sort of treatment, and my victim was ready for ingestion. My massive maw slowly began to open up, teeth riddled with clear strands of dinosaur saliva and a tongue ready to bathe my appetizer in its creamy juice. I took its hood and forced it shut as the unconscious creature’s heart rate slowed down, drawing the blood in that large covering into the rest of its body. In time, its head would slowly enter my muzzle, chewing lightly on the hard, scaly and leathery-feeling skin of the serpent as my tongue eagerly slickened its skin, preparing it with the digestive enzymes that would start the process on the way down. Slowly and carefully, I’d begin to gulp the precarious meal into my throat, feeling its bulging, waterlogged form start forming in the tip of my neck. I pressed the tip of my finger as the creature continued downward, its form stretching down the length of my throat. I stayed in the grass with the Arbok’s tail on my stomach as the beast’s head forced my throat wide, the epiglottis reacting quickly to cover my throat from doing what I just did to the snake. The process felt really nice as it finally made its way into my belly, the thick part of the snake passing through against the entrance of my stomach. I started to gulp down the scaly beast almost fully into my maw, able to determine its gender as the lower bit of its tail graced the taste buds of my tongue. An unlucky male, of course; I couldn’t tell if he’d hardened because of himself getting choked or eaten; it didn’t matter to me. He slurped up like a string of fat spaghetti; forcing my armor to bulge and my blue chestplate to careen out quite large from the big cobra’s body size. I leaned slightly up as I felt the poisonous critter start to stir, but stop again; this time he wouldn’t be waking up. Mmh… sorry, buddy…, I thought with an apprehensive reaction to my spontaneous ingestion of another living being. It’d taken another good hour to fully fill out my belly with serpent, but it was a lot more filling than eating berries like I normally did. It felt strange though. I never remembered ever actually eating another Pokémon before… it felt nice doing such a thing, though. Scratch that, it felt REALLY GOOD. Something awoke in me right then, something deep down that had never clicked in my feral brain before. I was a dinosaur that ate berries and obeyed the whim of a trainer’s fancy for a long time, but eating that serpent gave me a feeling that erased all that and replaced what I naturally was created to do. Slowly, I got up from my position and stood on my stubby, two legs, sniffing about for something else to eat – all of a sudden, I felt hungry all over again, as if the Arbok wasn’t even there. My sense of smell heightened somewhat, and I started to garner scents and flavors that I’d never been able to detect before… this only led to me smelling something in the town beyond the Safari Zone. I thudded that way towards the human entrance – I didn’t bother with the one for the Pokémon; it was always kept locked tight by some strange lock impervious to my attacks – and pushed my big frame through the door. It didn’t come without some difficulty though, as the door was much more narrow than my frame was; specifically my hips and butt, even. I squirmed my way through eventually into that little two-desk space, then into the nearby town, tongue lolled out as I used my sniffer to find my way. The humans in the town were all amazed and wondered why a Tyranitar would come to the little town of Pastoria (I was still in Sinnoh; my previous trainer had “accidentally” released me), let alone not cause the “destruction of a mountain” as I was assumed to have been known to cause. Pretty soon, a crowd of people had gathered around me, all curious as to how I’d came upon the town from such a faraway place, as one put it. “Hey, mommy; it’s a Pokémon!”, one little girl cried. “It’s come to destroy us all”, shouted another; to which I appropriately mentally called him crazy. “Tyranitar, huh… I heard that you were able to level a mountain in the west…”, shouted another. “EUUUHG! He smells bad! Someone get me a hose and some soap!” I personally wasn’t liking all the attention I was somehow garnering purely with my presence; I thought for sure that my smell would have put at least some of them off by now. That was only a result of me having not taken a bath in forever, and having that craving for Iapapa didn’t help my breath any. My belly churned as the creature inside started to digest, whimpering a little bit as the crowd of humans started to push into my location, culling the little bubble of personal space I did have. “What attacks do you know, beast?” “Are you really, really strong?” “Why were you in the Safari Zone? I’ve never seen a Tyranitar there before…” “I’m gonna capture you!” Stop it, stop it; stop it!, I thought to might as I closed my eyes and blinked them rapidly. There had to have been at least fifty or so folks around my space now, all crouched in a circle around me. I’d never dealt with humans on this sort of a scale; and I feared for my own safety... It was then that I let out a soft roar towards the ground, which wasn’t much more than a small squeak as I tried to yell “Stop!” It must have come out a lot different to the crowd though, as they were eager to back up at that point. I tried it again as I came out of my one-Pokémon huddle, yelling it a little louder; much to the surprised crowd’s reaction to it, a couple people shaking in their boots. Of course, I decided to take advantage of their predicament now with a very loud and domineering ROAR directed straight up into the air. I heard it echo as the people ran off screaming; some fainting right on the spot and others (namely the children) leading to crying and pants-wetting. I couldn’t help but smirk at the latter. I took off after that, heading west again towards the quagmire of swamp that lay west of Pastoria. It was raining over that way as usual… not a good thing to have it be as I trudged through the warm rain and soft muddy swamp. I wasn’t in pursuit of anything in particular; just testing out the new powers I’d unlocked that had been dormant for some time, obviously. I didn’t remember a thing though as to why I’d lost them in the first place… it really didn’t matter as I had them, and didn’t plan on losing them again. My sense of smell picked up mainly on the massive pits of mud that the rain had created; with my weight, it was difficult to get through as every step was basically like carrying a three-hundred pound weight on each leg. Eventually I reached a spot that was higher up and less muddy than the quagmire below, and decided to take a rest looking out over where the dark clouds separated the blue sky from each other, a large mansion laying in the thick sunlight beyond. “I guess I’ll *gurgle* head there next…” I looked down from the plateau I was on at a giant pit of mud. For some reason, the rain didn’t seem to disinter the fact that that pit looked really good to jump down into… I felt a twinge in my brain, two in fact that prodded my hips forward, tipping slightly over the edge on tiptoe. It had to have been about another hundred feet down; and these pits were fairly deep… It seemed like an eternity as I plunged headlong into the pit of foul swamp, landing with a loud *splut* that sent mud flying upward and back down over my butt, tail, and the soles of my feet. It was a good feeling, even… I wondered in the back of my head why all of these things were suddenly manifesting all at once, but I disregarded it anyway – if it felt good, it felt good… I wriggled my way out of the swampy pit of mud, covered in brown earth that clung like molasses to my frame. I tried to shake it off, but this was very thick dirt – I couldn’t even scrape it off, and the stench of it pierced my nose like a super-effective attack. It stung a bit as well, giving a heavy sneeze into the dirt. I blinked gently, the crust of my eyelids pushing gently against my jello-balls, making them sting every time I opened my eyes to see. ~~~ The crusty mud slowly hardened as I reached the end of the route, huddling past a small forest of trees. I’d always wondered why those rain clouds /always/ seemed to hover over that route to Pastoria; never letting up, even for a second. My sense of smell didn’t seem to help much, as it was stifled with the scent of the mud caked onto my body. I now had two separate shells of armor as the sun came out from the clouds and shone down on me, hardening the mud and making it a little tough to move, but still I continued on. Curiosity drove me upward towards that large estate I’d seen earlier, and fortunately it wasn’t far away from that swampland to the south-west. I peeked out from the entrance – it appeared to have a large, metal gate around the perimeter; a huge courtyard with a large house at the end of the walkway. A few fountains lined the grass in a symmetrical pattern, and two human ladies were chatting about halfway down the way. The gate wasn’t locked – odd for such an upper-crust estate; but I pressed forward regardless. The two ladies seemed to ignore me as I trotted on my hindlegs to the door – they even moved out of the way for me as I cautiously approached the entrance to the mansion. I could have mistaken them for a set of sliding doors if I really wanted to, but they were irrelevant; I was insistent on exploring the place. My muddy paws tracked bits of dirt in the red, posh carpet as the front door gave way to my palm, spying a long hallway to my sides and a big one straight ahead. I took a pause and thought to myself… Hmm, which way…? I shrugged as there didn’t seem to be much other down the two sideways but two humans standing erect in front of a too-small-for-Vector door, so I approached the one that I could (maybe) fit through and pushed it open. There was a large, rectangular room that lay beyond the large door, adorned with a large desk and a Pokéball rug in the center. The desk appeared to be made out of the same wood that an Enigma tree grew – bright orange and polished to a mirror-like finish. The same wood seemed to be used for the owner’s bookcases as well – a limestone fireplace lay at the side of the room, and a large television – flat screen, and about 60 inches of pure LCD goodness – hung on the opposite wall. A couple of ornate tapestries adorned the desk’s edge, finished with golden tassels made out of silken material. A large chair sat in opposition to the fireplace, creating that homely look of a study-slash-living room. I couldn’t help but gawk at the interior décor; whoever owned this pad had some serious paper… “You’d be wrong about that, Vector.” I heard a voice ring in my head, and a harsh pulse of psychic energy rushed through my veins. It didn’t hurt; it just felt really strange… a strange feeling that caused my body to relax a little bit against my will. Suddenly, the large portal slammed shut; letting a rush of cold air fill the room as I felt the warm mud chill off and break into the rug. “Something’s not right here…”, I stated out loud as I wildly swung my tail in the air. “Who’s there?! Show yourself!” Panicked, I closed my eyes as another pulse of stronger energy flushed over my form, forcing it to its knees. I could feel the strong energy in the room overpowering my own, and I gritted my teeth as I felt something gas-like rush over my back, the ticklish aspect of my body forcing a soft chuckle out of my form. I shook it off as my tail smashed into the desk, knocking it over with a loud bang. Nothing seemed to be there as I searched the wooden desk, its contents having fallen out of the multiple drawers and slots inset into the wood; office supplies strewn everywhere. I was now officially freaked out as the flames of the fire died off in an instant; hearing a sound as if something was blowing the light – the only light, it seemed – in the room, out. No windows or anything to let light from outside in; I knew I’d walked into a trap. Something grazed my form again, but this time I could definitely define it as a finger – it raked down my side, into my hip, down the length of my leg, and throwing me off balance onto the rug in the center. Forget roaring at this point; whatever had me had me trapped good. I started flailing as I backed up against the desk, arm and back spines tensed up and hard as I thought I saw something flash in my eyes; two pinkish stars stared deep into my body... it took my will and slammed it into a locked box before dashing off towards my zombie-like form. I pressed myself up against the box; unable to break it with force as I felt my body becoming hypnotized! The bond between it and my will was so strong that the infection passed between both; forcing a shudder in my willpower before being forced to submit to the ghastly beast’s will. “I think he’s ready.” “That he is. Hook the poor sap up, won’t you?” Snapping out of the force that held my will back, I was yanked by that bond into my form again, but my eyes carried not a white and black-slitted gaze like they normally did… they’d been replaced by a depth of dark purple, no pupils to see as I was virtually driving blind. All I could do was feel my way around what was happening… ~~~ A little time after that, I looked upward to see the creatures that held me bound – a Haunter; the biggest out of the five ghostly beings that were all huddled around my suspended form – a Misdreavus, Sableye, Dusclops, and a Spiritomb that was on the ground underneath me, suspending my form with a series of ephemeral tentacles. “Big, bad dinosaur’s got a soft spot, guys…”, said the large Haunter, whos index digit gravely grazed my blue chestscale; the one spot on my body I couldn’t help but feel ticklish on… “Hey, he’s stinky, guys! I think we can use him that way…” “Yeah, it’ll be fun to get him in trouble!” “Heheh, I’m in…” “Yeah! Get him to shit and give it to us so we can dump it on random people, boss!” My eyes went wide at that mention; it’d been quite a while since the last time I’d done my business somewhere, but to think that the imps that stopped me from resisting were that easily amused, I couldn’t help but laugh gently to myself. “You guys suck that bad as ghosts that you have to play as imps?”, I jovially taunted the quintrio, although now that I couldn’t move; it quickly died off. “I think this stinky boy needs a bath, wouldn’t you say?” The Spiritomb beneath me started tugging at my thighs, pulling my legs apart and exposing the slit between my legs that had been closed all this time. I gritted my teeth as it made an obtuse angle between my malehood and my legs, and proceeded with a third to lift up my tail; the large one holding my body parallel to the ground growing over my arms as I struggled to get free. With my ass-cheeks exposed to the world; the Haunter floated around the backside of my lower torso with grabby paws following as it proceeded to molest my butt, toying with it roughly, but gently at the same time. My tush had a special armor that was more malleable and squishier than the rest of my armor; which made it a prime weak spot should something like this arise. I continued to scratch, kick and stream as the beast behind me went a little deeper, placing its hands between my buttcrack and pulling the two cheeks of my ass apart; displaying the stink of old feces that wafted up to the heavens. A thick, brown splotch of poop lay between my feral gluts, positively stained anus laying deeper within. I wasn’t used to this; it felt horribly, horribly wrong to be forced open like that… and yet, something within me (be it the ghost’s powers or otherwise) said it was alright… Perversion abounded soon after as the other three ghosts took a liking to the smell, quite obviously as the Misdreavus floated around to my crotch, the Dusclops to my face and the Sableye – the only one with a somewhat-anthropomorphic frame – stood on my back. I squirmed and thrashed wildly as the rock that held the chaotic creature keeping me bound made a much fatter tentacle that rushed between my eyes, looking around as if it were curious. Then, I felt a mental bullet pass through my head; time stopping for at least two seconds, it felt like as the Spiritomb’s large appendage squirmed up against the head of my receded shaft. The other ghost there started pushing itself into the horizontally bound slit that dashed my crotch; forcing its way into the crevasse of my body. How I was feeling what was supposed to be non-tangible was beyond me, but as it started to grown more… arousing, my dick reacted to the creature expanding my gut and the others attending to my more sensitive areas, growing slightly into the tentacle that caressed the tip. The Haunter’s paws were larger than my butt was put together; which made for another feeling; another whim that dictated what I liked… and at that moment; I snapped and felt submissive as he looked up through hazy eyes at the Dusclops turning around and sitting into my lulling muzzle. The ghost on my back was more content with pretending I was its mount, as it sat down on my backscale. The ghost then proceeded to strain himself in my mouth, a ghastly, ominous wind loudly exploding out of what I could feel to be its tush into my tongue. Another line snapped, and I felt myself slowly becoming a septic tank, a dark purple coil starting to push down my throat as the Haunter behind me slowly explored my thick anal pouch with a finger and its huge tongue. I winced gently and thought to myself; which only merited a smack to the back of my head, choking loudly on the ghostly feces that slowly filled my stomach. The Dusclops finished off my mouth in a few seconds, my tummy wrenching back and forth painfully as it didn’t have a choice but to digest that which I had been fed. The ghost behind me slowly inserted another lengthy finger; digging through the crap that used to be another Pokémon inside of my asshole. I weakly murred – one sound I’d never made before – at the feeling as I was slowly broken to resign myself to that title of being a septic tank, unable to move and unable to feel pleasure other than being forced into it. My shaft fully erected, I groaned deeply and perked my tail into the air a little more, much to the Haunter’s delight as he withdrew one shit-covered fist and rammed the other straight up my butt, forcing my prostrate into my sheath with some force. I came right then and there, down through the Spiritomb’s body and into that rock it originated from as the feelings became too harsh for my poor feral body to take anymore. I roared upward, little flecks of ghost poop flying against the television as my toes curled, tail curved inward, and anus clenched up over the ghost’s paw that was caked in dinosaur dung. The feeling lasted for about fifteen seconds before the high fell away and I lay limp against the ghostly touch. “Heheh, stinky boy’s got a knack for this sorta thing… we’ll leave ya alone now, Vec… just don’t stop eatin’ people’s digested food…” Suddenly, the warm air rushed through the room, the darkness lifted, and everything was put back where it was at. My anus painfully closed back up as I thudded on the ground, my butt still in the air as the haze cloud removed itself from my eyes. The desk had been resolved back to its upright state, and the puddle of semen lay on the floor underneath my body. “Dream… this wasn’t a dream…”, I shortly said as I sat upward and jumped as that initial tickle grazed my side. I dashed out of the open door on all fours, into the courtyard, back through the swamp, through the town, and back into the Safari Zone. I whined to myself; caught in an oxymoron of being a submissive predator…