A Series of Unfortunate Events
Warning: This fanfiction contains sexual relations between Pokémons, rape and violence. You are warned and chose to continue.
An evil, high-level Feraligatr is about to cause some chaos in the Pokémon: Mystery Dungeon universe. For the local population, that will definitely be a series of unfortunate events.
Feraligatr will wander in a world based on the Mystery Dungeon videogames, enhanced with RPG elements. Each chapter, he will meet 5 Pokémons selected by a Random Number Generator ranging from 001 to 807.
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Introduction
Once upon a time, there was an evil Feraligatr that terrorized the Johto region. His master had trained him to be a ruthless monster, and had given him the nickname Blue Tear. The vile human wasn't the only one to blame for Feraligatr's path: The crocodile truly loved the terror they inflicted on their countless victims.
As the duo grew their power further, living undetected in the shadows of many big cities, Feraligatr reached the level 75. At that point, police officers were no longer able to match their strength. Only a legendary Pokémon or a highly-trained League Elite could have risen against their threat, but they were too afraid of being defeated to intervene on their own.
But in a surprising turn of events, the evil creature went rogue and killed his own master. Doing so, the high-level Feraligatr released himself back into the wild, a place where no Pokémon could even leave a scratch on him. The crocodile absolutely thrived in this environment full of low-level preys, and in a short time Feraligatr reached an unimaginable level 95.
But Blue Tear had spread his fame too far, and a group of legendaries jealous of his power finally went on the hunt for him. As it turned out, even they were now unable to defeat the all-mighty foe. In a last effort to free the world from Feraligatr's threat, the legendary Pokémons unified their powers into an ultimate state of energy. They were not strong enough to physically defeat him, but together they could cast Feraligatr out of the known universe.
Unfortunately, Feraligatr had to go somewhere, and the fate fell on the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon universe. In this place, 'wild' Pokémons are only non-sentient beasts, and almost all the other intelligent Pokémons are inhabited by kindness. This world does contain a few bad spirits, as shown by the numerous warrants put up by Magnezone and his team, but soon they will discover that Feraligatr is on another scale.
Chapter 1: 317 / 65 / 747 / 755 / 495
There was once a Pokémon village named Whiteleaf, located in the East of the main continent. It was quite small, with merely a dozen houses, but each inhabitant took pride in the town's Rescue Guild. Because Whiteleaf was close to a few Mystery Dungeons, numerous wannabe-adventurers came to the area. Many of them failed their exploration, and so the Whiteleaf guild had been created to send Rescue Teams to their help.
The old and wise Alakazam (L64 M) was the leader of the Guild, helped by his loyal officer Swalot (L41 M). Swalot had been formed by Alakazam himself many years before, and after a few years of being a team leader Swalot had retired to help his old mentor. Alakazam was a well of knowledge, but he was too old to still roam the world like in his youth. He stayed in his office most of the time, so Swalot was the one who dealt with the administration of the small organisation.
At that time, the Whiteleaf Guild counted three Rescue Teams. One of them was called Team Flowerpot, a name that in all his wisdom Alakazam had never understood. Flowerpot counted two girls, Mareanie (L14 F) and Snivy (L16 F), and one boy, Morelull (L12 M). These three did not know each other before they were grouped at the Guild, but their friendship had been innate.
In fact you could always see Morelull hanging out on Mareanie's head, while Snivy was in front looking for action. Mareanie was as lazy as Snivy, the Team Leader, was brave and feisty. Morelull completed the trio perfectly by literally pulling on Mareanie's tentacles when it was time to move, and by talking Snivy out of her hot-blooded decisions.
Today Flowerpot was rescuing a lost adventurer in a lower floor of the Silver Mountain, and Alakazam had no doubt that they would succeed. In consequence, he was quite in a happy mindset when Swalot announced that a visitor wanted to speak with him. Swalot implied that he had some sort of bad feeling about the stranger, but Alakazam shrugged it off since he knew that appearances could be deceptive.
Swalot left for an instant, and returned with a Feraligatr. Alakazam understood why Swalot was uneasy: The water Pokémon was a giant. Despite Swalot being taller than Alakazam, the Feraligatr completely towered the guild officer. The red coral growing on the head of their visitor even scraped the wooden ceiling of Alakazam's office.
- Hello, friend, started Alakazam. What could the Whiteleaf Rescue Guild do for you today? Do you need a rescue service for someone you know? The Feraligatr nodded negatively, displaying an unsettling smile.
- I just wanted to ask a question, he said with a serene voice. Alakazam felt something strange. Usually, his psychic powers allowed him to read the emotions of who he was talking to. This time Alakazam wasn't able to read the Feraligatr's mind, so it meant that the Pokémon was much more high-leveled than him.
- I come from a place that is quite far, continued the visitor slowly. It was like if he was thinking each word carefully before saying them out loud. I don't know the customs of this country, so I apologize in advance. My problem is that I'm very, very hungry, he added with an insistence that gave Alakazam goose bumps. I did visit shops around here, but I didn't find what I was looking for. Would you happen, by any chance, to have meat here?
The Feraligatr had said the word with extreme politeness, but time had still frozen in the room. "Meat!?" repeated Swalot, not noticing Alakazam slowly rising from his wooden chair.
Wrong question... Looks like I'm found out already, thought Feraligatr. The Swalot was as dumb as a Tamato Berry, but the Alakazam had unmasked him. Apparently meat was not a thing here, who would have guessed? His reflexions were quickly interrupted by Alakazam getting on the offensive. Feraligatr had to jump sideway to avoid the Psychic from its opponent, and then ran at him to shorten the distance. In close combat, Alakazam was not as dangerous.
Feraligatr hit the Pokémon with a Waterfall-reinforced fist, but then received a treacherous Thunderbolt. The crocodile roared from rage, but he should have known better from the experienced fighter. Fortunately, Alakazam was already starting to breathe with difficulty, his old age proving to be too much of a burden to sustain in combat.
Alakazam was holding the side that Feraligatr's fist had impacted, and his clenched teeth showed that he didn't appreciate the feeling. To avoid any risks, Feraligatr decided to finish him in one blow: He jumped on his opponent, his jaw wide open directed at Alakazam's shoulder. His Crunch attack dealt the last hit required, and the psychic Pokémon fainted.
As his previous opponent fell on the floor KO, Feraligatr turned toward Swalot. The guild officer had stayed in place, paralysed. Feraligatr did not remember having ever tasted a Pokémon from such a species, and he licked his lips in advance. Swalot noticed, and immediately he abandoned any bravery and ran for the door.
Feraligatr easily beat him to it, the slug Pokémon hilariously unable to move fast even in the current situation. Swalot tried to say something, probably to beg for his life while offering nothing in return, but Feraligatr didn't give him the time to: He brutally sank his sharp claws into Swalot's belly. The Guild Officer screamed from pain as Feraligatr's fingers followed the claws and pierced his jellyfish-like body. Feraligatr then closed his fist, carving out a round piece of Swalot's flesh.
A transparent purple liquid started to pour out of the wound as Feraligatr ripped off his prize. Swalot fell on the wooden floor and started to try to crawl away, his mouth opening and closing without him managing to scream for help. His watery blood started to puddle behind him, but his brain wasn't shutting down and he kept on crawling desperately.
Feraligatr ignored the agonising Pokémon. He brought the strange meat to his mouth with joy... and spat it out immediately. Well, that's absolutely disgusting. He caught back Swalot a few meters away, walking slowly to avoid slipping in the purple slime. He bent down to grab Swalot's head, pulled it up, and then he sliced the Pokémon's throat with four claws at the same time. Feraligatr did it with an excruciating slowness, Swalot struggling less and less as his purple blood gushed out in front of him.
Once the Pokémon was definitely motionless, Feraligatr let the Swalot's body fall back down, splashing his purple fluid all around them. Feraligatr noticed that when he stepped on the carcass it made the liquid shoot out of Swalot's wounds, and he smiled while making more of it come out. He raised his eyes to look around the corridor Swalot had managed to reach and he discovered an even funnier sight: Three pairs of eyes were locked into his as he stepped down from the body.
Apparently, a rescue team had poked their heads out of their room to see what all that noise was about. Feraligatr loved the absolute terror that he saw in their dilated pupils, but they slammed their door shut way too soon for his taste. Feraligatr took a second to wipe his hands clean on the back of the Swalot's body, and then started his sprint towards the door.
He let any delicacy aside and broke the wooden panel in half, but it still made quite a theatrical entrance. Inside, the three Pokémons were grouped against the opposite wall. It's not like they could have hidden: The room contained two small thatch beds, probably Mareanie's and Snivy's, separated by a screen made of leaves from a tiny, tiny one that had to Morelull's. Apart from those there was a table with two chairs sized for Mareanie and Snivy, and a big chest that probably contained all their belongings. The room was lit by a round window, which apparently did not open since the three preys were now locked with Feraligatr.
It was Snivy who first caught Feraligatr's attention as she took a step toward him.
- Leave now, I'm warning you! She had tried to speak with authority, but her hesitating voice was revealing her fear.
- And otherwise? Asked Feraligatr with a laugh. Snivy surprised him as she started to run with her Vine Whip attack forming. Feraligatr had to recognize that she had guts, but the level difference was simply too immense. He easily parried the weak attack with his forearm, protected by the two large reinforced scales from the pain of the whipping.
As he was about to replicate, he saw Mareanie also step forward, supported by Morelull on her head. Feraligatr was weary of poison from any level, so he immediately changed target. He let Mareanie run at him, but at the last second he grabbed one of her head tentacles and used her own inertia to pull her up. She flew over Feraligatr's head, letting out a surprised scream just before she was slammed violently on the ground. Mareanie landed head-first and was instantly knocked out.
Snivy had not given up yet and she tried to jump on Feraligatr, but he had the reflex to catch her by her tail mid-air. Snivy still tried to punch him, but her short arms did not let her reach the crocodile and she could only scream in rage instead. Feraligatr extended his arm and let her hang upside down, hoping she would eventually calm down as she struggled violently. Fortunately Snivy couldn't lift her own weight with her tail, so she couldn't just curl up and bite his hand.
Before Feraligatr could decide anything, he was interrupted by Morelull attacking his foot with an Absorb attack. Feraligatr simply picked up the ridiculously small Pokémon and lifted him to his eyes. "A fairy Pokémon, my favourite!" He exclaimed as he identified Morelull's dual types. The small thing tried to wiggle free, but Feraligatr clenched his fist so hard that Morelull let out a squeak of pain.
Under the horrified eyes of Snivy, Feraligatr launched Morelull in the air before expertly catching him between his huge jaws. With the first chew, Morelull's spongy body was crushed and a watery juice shot up from his squeezed corpse. After a few others, there was only a white mash left from the Pokémon. Feraligatr swallowed whole and licked behind his teeth. It was delicious!
The horrific scene had brought tears to Snivy's eyes, and she had stopped moving out of shock. Feraligatr looked at the droplets running upside down on Snivy's forehead. The Pokémon was refusing to sob, but she couldn't stop the tears from forming at the corner of her eyes. Instead of being touched, Feraligatr was licking his lips in anticipation.
"And now, for the main course!" Announced the crocodile as he lifted Snivy over his head. The girl panicked and tried to pull her tail free from Feraligatr's grip, but without success. Snivy found herself in view of Feraligatr's opened mouth and she froze, her brain not able to compute such a horrible end. But Feraligatr did not devour her, yet. He wanted a taste first. His long and pointy tongue slid out like a snake, revealing its huge size compared to the small female.
In one extremely slow pass, he licked the complete length of Snivy's body. "Eeerk!" she squealed out of disgust, as hot and slimy saliva was spread on her scaled skin. Before she could protest with constructed words, Feraligatr made another pass. There was too much saliva for Snivy's little body, and it started to flow down along her curves. The crocodile's warm tongue coated her thin neck and a shiver of disgust ran down her spine. The watery saliva even started to drip from her forehead down on the ground, but that wasn't the worst of it: Feraligatr's tongue had indeed tickled her.
She was still hanging upside down, so her body instinctively tensed in a straight position. It ended up exposing even more of her skin to her aggressor, and Snivy clenched her teeth in angriness as it was sending Feraligatr a signal. The water type visibly seemed to enjoy her reaction since he started to lick her more aggressively and more thoroughly. His tongue was starting on Snivy's face, making her close her eyes to protect herself, and then it ran up to her tail while tickling her on its way.
Laughing tears started to form on the corner of Snivy's eyes as she lost control. She was trying hard to resist, but despite the horrific situation her body could not possibly ignore to the relentless tickle. Snivy had been enduring the treatment for minutes now, and she was getting out of breath trying to keep her mouth shut. To make things worse, Feraligatr's tongue slowed down on her genital slit as he had finally found the invisible gap in her scales.
"Don't!" she tried to threaten with a strengthened voice, but it was not really effective on the giant crocodile. Feraligatr, who had been holding her tail with only one hand, suddenly grabbed Snivy's neck with the other one. Snivy felt herself being moved horizontally and being slightly bent backward, the middle of her body protruding to offer her closed slit to the eyes of the predator.
"Please!" Snivy said with a begging voice, changing tactics to try to reach Feraligatr's heart. "At your service," answered the predator with a malicious intent. The pointy tip of his tongue pushed against her clenched scales, spreading them little by little despite Snivy contracting all her muscles. But the strength of Feraligatr's tongue seemed unstoppable, and the muscle suddenly managed to pry her open.
Snivy felt a shiver go down her spine and she lost her resistance. Her slit spread open and the crocodile tongue immediately invaded her vaginal cavity, spreading her internal membranes as it progressed deeper more slowly. She heard Feraligatr grumble as the thickness of his tongue got stuck on the limited width of her slit, but Snivy herself had made a louder noise: It was a regretful moan of pleasure as that same thickness was rubbing directly against her now uncovered clitoris.
She prayed for it to not repeat, but Feraligatr had definitely heard her. Indeed, the water predator pushed Snivy's body against his mouth and his wet tongue speared her further than anything had in her life. She cried out loud from an uncomfortable mix of fear and pleasure as she felt the hot muscle move inside her. The entrance of her slit was being distended as the wider part of Feraligatr's tongue forced its way in, Snivy feeling it fill more than the space available.
Her mouth was open, but she was stuck silent as she eyed the bulge in her lower belly. The tip of Feraligatr's tongue was trying to slide through her cartilaginous cervix, the oral organ so long that it wanted to push its way into her womb. This alien pain mixed with the contradictory pleasure overwhelmed Snivy's brain, fogging her mind into a blank state.
Feraligatr kept moving his tongue inside her, sending her more waves of pleasure that finally made her try to grab his face to pull him deeper. Between her squeaking noises and her gasps for air, Snivy abandoned herself to pleasure and she called for more with barely comprehensible words. Her whole body had been heated up from the inside out by the foreign muscle, and the skin around her slit had taken a pink shade that was characteristic of an extreme arousal.
Feraligatr looked at how he was bulging Snivy's body and it drove him even more excited. He bent his tongue to forcefully deform her belly and it sent sparkles in before Snivy's eyes. She orgasmed with repeated squeals as a transparent fluid leaked out of her plugged slit and ran on Feraligatr's lips. The water type granted her an instant to breathe and he retracted his tongue, Snivy's gaping entrance offering him a rejoicing view of her red-fleshed insides.
Snivy was panting loudly, trying to regain her composure. Feraligatr set her down on the wooden table, and Snivy's unresponsive body offered itself wide open to the crocodile. Feraligatr saw Snivy's eyes travel to his genitals and transmit the worrying view to her recovering brain. She had seen that just below the yellow scales of his belly, Feraligatr's own slit had opened to reveal not one, but two pink-fleshed members side by side.
They were not as long as his tongue, but they were as thick at the bottom. Each shaft ended with an identical tapered tip, and for the moment they were hanging left and right softy but were straightening at a visible pace. Snivy raised her hands by instinct to stop the approach of the horny crocodile, but it was no use as they were hilariously short. One of Feraligatr's hands closed around Snivy's neck to pin her against the table, while he guided one of his members closer and closer of her inviting entrance.
Snivy took a deep breath, and Feraligatr entered her. The penis that stayed outside slid over Snivy's belly, showing her the crocodile's quick progress. She was already so wet that she felt barely anything, until Feraligatr's width started to distend her slit once again. Her orgasm had left her without energy, but she still moaned from the pleasure of all her walls being spread again.
Feraligatr started to move back and forth inside her, the saliva lubrication creating a shameful wet sound. Snivy was starting to protest too much since she wasn't as much overwhelmed as before, so Feraligatr blocked her mouth with the palm of his hand. The small Snivy started to struggle helplessly under the predator's grip, unwillingly increasing his arousal. Feraligatr's outside member was leaking pre-seminal liquid on Snivy's belly, the slimy strings trembling from the smaller Pokémon's movements.
Feraligatr let her breathe again, needing both hands to properly rough her up. With that firm grip he was able to push down Snivy as much as he was thrusting with his hips, making the tip of his penis reach its maximum depth in the small female. As he was buried deep inside her, Feraligatr felt his pleasure peak and he started to ejaculate. He immediatly grabbed his outside penis and pointed it at Snivy's body, his sperm shooting out of both his members at the same time.
His seed was coming out with quick successive waves, the liquid flowing directly into Snivy's womb as her vagina was totally occupied. At the same pace, the white sperm landed on Snivy's face and reached her eyes, forcing her to close them in pain. She frowned from the shame of the male's seed staining her scales before realising the weird sensation of the hot liquid entering the deepest part of her insides. She screamed for him to stop, but it only made semen drip into her mouth as it was too late anyway.
Feraligatr pulled out and grunted from satisfaction while Snivy tried to wipe off the slimy substance from her face. He released her but Snivy stayed on her back, a mix of liquids leaking out of her widened slit. She was stammering quite a few curses while mustering her energy, so it was probably time to disappear. Feraligatr wiped his softening members on a towel he found in the chest, and with an amused grin he threw the sizeable rag on the small Snivy to delay her pursuit.
He tried to leave the room quietly, but swore out loud when he slid on Swalot's jellified blood and almost fell in the puddle. He walked with caution to the back door, an exit he had scouted before, while his feet were sticking to the wooden floor with weird slurping noises. Still, quite a good day, he thought to himself as he balanced the good and the bad tastes of the last hour.
After Feraligatr left the Guild, he crossed the way of a few villagers but they all saluted him without suspicion. In the horizon he could see a drier region, and he wondered if he should visit that part of the country. Surely his crimes would not go unnoticed, so he decided that it would be better to get far from his place of first appearance.