The hefty skuntank wobbles as the green static runs through his body. He falls to the ground, his pudgy rear jiggling softly. At first he didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t notice much of a difference, but in fact he would never know. The beam had completely rewired the skuntank’s brain to quickly ignore all of his restraint and answer to any call of nature that came. Which was pretty often for the gas bag of a pokemon as when he tried to get back up on his 4 paws, a strong purple like miasma sputtered out of his ass. The strong sulfuric breeze quickly rocketed out of his hair and musty ass and tainted the patch of grass he sat on. Not that it mattered to the now completely ignorant skunk.
Getting back on his feet, the skuntank trotted along once again, having this pulling urge to go and get some real filth running on him. He looked down the forest trail and saw a fork in the road. He could go to the bustling city full of people to harass and stink up, or he could continue down the forest trail and find more pokemon he could go and bully.
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