This choice: Pierre the corrupt Braixen • Go Back...Chapter #5Corrupted Explorer by: Unknown Your name is Pierre. You’re a braixen, and you don’t see yourself evolving any time soon. And right now, you’re having the time of your life.
The liepard pinned beneath you can only lie there, completely limp, as you pump into her, your arms wrapped around her thighs and your teeth gently nibbling on her neck as you thrust into her. She was dead quiet, too, except for the occasional gasp as a particularly powerful thrust slid her along the cold dungeon floor an inch or two. She even bit her tongue as you let out a long, blissful sigh as your climax finally reaches you, and your entire body tenses up as you pump your load deep into her. You rest atop her furry body for a time… and when you finally pull out and look her in the eyes, she can only let out a quiet whimper. “Please… I don’t want to… d… d…”
“D-d-d-d-die?” You mock with a fake stutter, a smug smirk on your face. She shivered, her ears drooping as it became evident you weren’t going to offer her any quarter. “You know, quite a few explorers have gone missing in this dungeon. Some of them friends of mine. And given that the rest of the Pokemon in this dungeon are - or, were - complete pushovers, I’m gonna guess you’re responsible, right?” The look in her eyes tells you all you need to know. Those friends of your’s… slowly gurgled away in this feline’s gut. What a waste.
But you’re not done yet. “And you would’ve done the same to me, wouldn’t you have? Fucked me… eaten me… digested me.” You say, your tone becoming more vitriolic. “You would’ve had no mercy. So why should I have mercy on you?”
Her eyes were wide as you talked, as she knew everything you were saying was 100% right. She had no argument… no way of convincing you. After all, it would be hard to claim the moral high ground with all the Pokemon she’s… toyed with, before adding to her frame. That was just the way things were done, down here in the dungeon. Of course, she never imagined she’d be on the receiving end of it. “I’ll do… anything…” She let's out one last, desperate plea.
“I’ve already gotten everything I wanted from you,” you grin, and she shivers as you run a finger along her sex, still dripping with your seed. You pause for a moment, another thought occurring to you. “Well… almost everything.” She let out a feverish gasp as your jaws slid open, your warm, meaty breath blowing against her face as her snout was wet with your saliva! Before she could react, you were upon her… and from that moment, for the rest of her short life, she knew nothing more then darkness and pain.
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“Thank you SO much for returning my missing oran berry! I don’t know how I lost it!” The chikorita smiled as you returned her - for some reason - precious berry.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. The pleasure was all mine,” you smiled, knowing what you were saying was true… more than she would ever know. You trotted off with a small bag full of coins in your hand - your reward for another job well done.
The Mystery Dungeons are a savage place. If you’re defeated by one of the Pokemon there, well, you’re lucky if all they do is devour you. It seems to be accepted law in the dungeons that once you’ve defeated another Pokemon, you’re allowed to do WHATEVER you want to them - and some of those wild Pokemon could get rather creative in their punishments. You shuddered as you recalled all the times you’ve come across the aftermaths of these heinous tortures.
But that’s why these innocent, ‘civilized’ Pokemon need explorers. In their minds, the Mystery Dungeons are fun places full of excitement and adventure! It’s YOUR job to face the horrible truth; that the dungeons are dens of hedonism, decadence, and a complete disregard for the lives of others. Luckily, civilized Pokemon are naive, and it’s easy to keep a secret from them. They never seem to question just why every unprepared civilian who enters the dungeons never return, nor do they question why explorers tend to return from their missions a few pounds plumper.
“Ahhh! Pierre! I see you’ve been busy,” that familiar mienshao smiles at you as you emerge back into the guild. You glance down at your paunch, kneading it with your fingers. It was always obvious when you’ve been out on a mission. All those wild Pokemon you’ve devoured have added another layer of pudge to your already curvaceous form, your fluffy belly becoming rounder and more pronounced, your more pillowy cheeks jiggling as you walked, your hips wider then your shoulders, all a testament to the Pokemon that have struggled til their end in your belly. “How many this time?”
You hop onto a scale, letting him take your measurements as you fondly reminisce on your recent expedition. “Let’s see… uh… a half dozen nidorinos and nidorinas… a magby… a farfetch’d... oh, and one liepard! Oh, she was a tough one. Stayed alive for hours in there. Poor gal.” You chuckled a bit at the memory.
“Had yourself a bit of a buffet, did you? Well, I can see your stomach’s been getting better at processing it all. You’ve only gained 8 kg this time around!” The mienshao smiled, and you nodded, satisfied with the results. While you did enjoy having some pudge on you, it will only slow you down during your missions, so you liked being able to work it off quickly. “Course, that doesn’t mean you can skimp out on your training. I am still going to have you on a strict regime until you burn off a few kilos…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Just like the last 500 times,” you chuckle a bit, waving a hand dismissively as you trot away. “But I think I’m gonna get some shut-eye first.” Believe it or not, you didn’t always used to be like this. You used to be disgusted by the… horrid displays of decadence that filled these dungeons. You promised yourself you would never violate or devour another Pokemon for as long as you lived. But when your first partner, an endlessly cheerful eevee, was captured by a wild arbok… tortured, before being digested over the course of days, while you could do nothing to save her… something snapped within you.
You stretched, yawning as you trotted into your room. It was time to get some rest after your exhausting, perilous journey. But you still had some business left to take care of. You pulled open a secret compartment in your quarters, before pulling the liepard’s skull from your bag, which you coughed up once you were finished gurgling her away in there. You carefully set her in amongst a collection of similar ‘momentos’. It was morbid, for sure… but at least there was some sort of record of their lives. In the end, you’re the only Pokemon who truly remembers them…
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About two weeks later, you’ve finished recuperating, and you’re trekking into the heart of darkness once more. Your body’s returned to its regular, muscular form, as you’ve finished working off all those excess pounds, the remains of those poor, digested Pokemon disappearing from your body. You were one of the only explorers in your guild who was ballsy enough to venture into dungeons on your own… but you only tended to take easy, low-stakes missions, anyway, not being particularly ambitious.
To be honest, you’re not even in it for the rewards anymore, or even to help Pokemon. The dungeons themselves were a thrill for you! The constant danger of an agonizing death inside someone’s stomach… the thrill of defeating and being able to thoroughly dominate your enemies… it was intoxicating! Back in town, you felt cramped, constrained, restless. You’d often run into Pokemon you thought looked delicious, only to have to slap yourself when you remembered they were innocent, and you couldn’t eat them. But none of the Pokemon here were innocent… and thus, you could do whatever you wanted with them.
Anyway, you’re here to recover someone’s amulet or something. Whatever. It’s not like the quest even matters. All you were thinking of is finding a nice, tasty Pokemon to ‘relieve’ all of this pent-up lust and aggression you’ve been working up over the past couple weeks. You breathe some fire onto your torch, lighting your way through the dark as you venture deeper into the dungeon.
Eventually, you notice a few wild Pokemon that caught your attention.
In one corner of the dungeon, a female flygon lay sleeping, the squirming bulge in her stomach making it clear she had just gulped down some poor prey. Being so early in the digestion process tends to make Pokemon sluggish, leaving them vulnerable to other predators… like yourself!
In another corner, you notice a small pack of (adult) poochyenas. They seemed like they were setting up some kind of ambush… but the way their tails were sticking out of their hiding places, wagging excitedly, easily betrayed them. There were about 5 total, and you were curious whether you’d be able to fit them all in your gut.
Lastly, in some darkened chamber of the dungeon, you catch ear of what sounds like a male persian, snoring as he slumbers restfully. If you were able to catch him in his sleep, you could immediately take him down with a combo of attacks… or even try to gulp him down in his sleep!
You could feel yourself hardening already, as you fantasized about what you’d do with your catch. First, though, you must choose your quarry.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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