This choice: Six Months Later... and you are a slave to Purugly and Skuntank • Go Back...Chapter #15Torture Evolved by: Unknown Months have passed since that fateful day. Though with how time seemed to crawl it felt like years or even decades. The two pokemon who took up residence in your home definitely seemed to savor their ownership of your home, all of your stuff, and of course you. It was hell for you but you were far too weak to stop them. Princess continued to act as the owner of the house, constantly bossing you around and treating you as her slave. Stella, in some ways, was a lot more bearable to deal with. Though she did seem to savor the fact that she owned you she wasn't nearly as demanding as Princess and was even occasionally friendly or appreciative of you even helping you move around the house or reach food when you were hungry, which you knew Princess would never do. You probably wouldn't mind having Stella around as a pet or even guardian if it weren't for the fact that she gets really playful with you and also loves taking advantage of your helplessness for her own fun. Especially when one of her favorite games to play with you is sitting on you and seeing if you can handle her powerful toxic farts. Over the months you've gained some degree of stamina when it came to maintaining your consciousness during this putrid assault from Stella. Though you weren't sure if this was a blessing or if the loss of consciousness was the better outcome for you. Your increased capacity to withstand Stella's blasts did not mean that the smell itself got more bearable. Stella's gas was a whole new level of putrid. Something you would never get used to or normalize. Of course Princess forces the both of you to take a bath after this game so the times you are still conscious, you find yourself being scrubbed and then played with by the giant skunk before she has you scrub her clean as well. This has been your life.
You held on to the hope that someone would come looking for you. Whether its someone doing a wellness check, someone from your Trainer Analyst job checking in to see why you haven't submitted any work in all this time, or someone coming to evict you or repossess your stuff. But nobody ever came aside from food deliveries once the pokemon figured out the magic or ordering groceries and take-out from your computer. You wondered why this never came, and how the two continued to afford food after all this time. Was some higher power taking care of all of these things, making it seem like everything is business as usual to the outside world so that these two pokemon could continue to keep you as their slave or toy or whatever? The only being who came to mind who could possibly know about your position and maybe had the power to maintain this life for the three of you was Mew herself. But does this mean that Mew is nearby still. Staying close enough to watch you and possible give you a shot at winning her twisted game still. Did you still have the opportunity to regain your old life and throw these two brats out? Or was Mew just enjoying your torment and providing the resources needed for Princess and Stella to continue this life. You silently cursed Mew's name again as you thought about this, first for putting you in this position in the first place and for prolonging the worst time of your life.
This life of yours continued for months. At least you assumed it was that long. You didn't think things could get much worse, at least not until that day happened. The day when your bad situation got much much worse. It was a Saturday you think. There was a marathon of some soap opera that Princess loved and she was making you rub her paws as she watched. Stella was nearby watching you pamper her friend and eagerly waiting for Princess to let you stop so that she could play with you. Between the occasional smug glances from Princess as she watched you slave away and the eager face of Stella looming overhead to your left you felt smaller than you already are. And then it happened. You don't know how when these pokemon have never battled or done anything that would set it off, but you noticed a powerful energy glow starting to radiate from both of your tormentors simultaneously. You immediately recognized what this energy was and quickly stopped rubbing Princess' paw and tried to get the hell out of there quickly. Of course you only made it a few steps before you were stopped immediately by the huge, fat paw of a towering Purugly laying right where your Glameow was seconds ago. And to your left a chubby Skuntank looked at you with stars in her eyes. The two had evolved. You looked up at the duo in fear and confusion. They both seemed surprised as well by this development. They certainly didn't have the battle experience or any of the other things that would trigger this. You silently suspected that this was also Mew's doing. That mythical brat was probably laughing at all of this.
“Wow, Princess you got really big!” The Skuntank said in Stella's familiar voice, maybe slightly lower or gruffer in tone, but it was still very easy to recognize her voice. The Purugly frowned “I'm not 'big' I am stately, elevated and regal!” she insisted as she shut her eyes and struck a more noble pose lifting her paw off of you to do so. But she wasn't quite used to her larger and fatter body and ended up falling forward, directly on top of where you were. You were pinned under tons and tons of Princess. Thankfully her heavy stomach was soft and not crushing you into paste. Your helpless squirms and cries for her to get off were met with an indignant “Hmmph. Not another word out of you, little owner. I am still the glamorous pokemon in charge here and I will not tolerate any remarks. Especially untrue ones about me being fat. After all I am the embodiment of blue-blooded glamour.” Thankfully she did sit up, freeing you from her but now leaving you open for Stella. “Oh my gosh, You look so much tinier now, little human. I'll bet we can play tons of new fun games now.” You felt a chill going down your spine as she said this. Being subjected to a Stunky's gas is never fun, but being subjected to a gassy Skuntank is something else entirely. You've heard stories about a Skuntank's gas knocking out entire rooms full of powerful people and pokemon. You desperately tried to calm her down and maybe discourage her from your usual games, but she seemed too excited by her evolution to really listen to whatever you were trying to tell her. “Can I have him now Princess? You had him all morning, and you're just watching this boring show already anyway.” Stella pleaded with her familiar childlike excitement. “This show is NOT boring. It is an engaging and dramatic-” Princess' argument was cut off as Stella butt in “So then your enjoying the show. That means I could get him so I could enjoy something.” Princess sighed again and thought about her friend's request briefly.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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