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Chapter I

"Well," she asked, her voice twanged with a notable country accent, "are you done?"

The other Snivy gave her a drunken smile as he wobbled on his legs. His pupils spun around in circles, trying to stay straight. He balanced his tiny hands on his knees as he shook the cobwebs out of his head, "Sniv." he nodded. Yup.

Amazingly her own kind can remain cool under stress, especially an idiot. Grass Snake Pokémon were always cool-headed, so cool a Darmanitan couldn't warm them up. No way a Snivy would loose their temper under normal circumstances, like a Pokémon battle for instance. Humans come to think of Snivies as absolute scumbags, stereotyping them as Pokémon – with nothing better to do – than to piss people off.

She licked her lips and watched as her male counterpart struggle to walk. It was hilarious, his stupidity made it better. With knees bent, the Snivy took a few steps toward some bushes. Predictably he lost his footing and went down like a sack of bricks.

She laughed a silly school-girl laugh that would warm the heart of whoever heard it. She uncoiled a vine from her back and wrapped it around the stoned Snivy's neck. She gently picked the Snivy up and held him in front of her. Her eyes met his, she could tell he was staring at her freckles. All males do. The charm was so easy to pull.

"You okay?" she asked.

The Snivy grinned, "Snivy." Yes.

She saw the first signs that her spell was fading. They were so small, and so minute, only a well trained Pokémon could detect it. It always starts with the pupils, she doesn't know why. Under the full effects of Attract, the pupils dilate, giving out that heart's effect momentary before settling into a trance-like love state. She could see the Snivy's pupils shrinking now, sooner than expected. She sighed, looks like their won't be enough time for the after-foreplay. Oh well, she wasn't in the mood for it anyway.

To come to think of it, all that effort into working the Snivy made her hungry, very hungry. Her stomach was knotting up, getting ready to growl a rumbly groan. Well, lunch time was just a few minutes away. Maybe she would go out into the woods and search for food . . . or . . .

"Snivy Sniv?" the Snivy asked with a hint of love, his legs dangled as she held him a few centimeters off the ground. What's your name?

She grinned, blushing slightly. Not too many people and Pokémon ask for her name. They would just call her "Snivy" and that was it. It annoyed her, but she didn't complain. This clumsy male had the courtesy to ask her for a name, which was good. She was unique, obviously. Anyone could tell just by looking at her. She held him closer, their noses almost touching. The male grinned. She leaned forward and whispered gently into his ear.

"Smugleaf."

Her vines clamped down on his neck, cutting off his airway. The knife went in next, sunk deep into his chest. The Snivy's eyes bulge out of his skull, caught by surprise.

Smugleaf stuck the blade just underneath the Snivy's ribcage, jamming it up into his heart. Sometimes she would puncture a lung or two as the heart gets lacerated, or a major blood vessel gets severed. It didn't matter as long as the heart gets punctured. The tip of Smugleaf's knife had struck home, she could feel the vibrating pulse through the blade as it struggle to beat. The heart's a tough muscle, it will keep on beating no matter what for a few minutes after death. Sink a thick nail into one and it wouldn't notice, pull it out and the walls of the heart plug the hole, like it never even existed.

But Smugleaf wasn't using a nail. It was a knife, more than 15cm long and structured like a machete. The blade was carbon-impregnated stainless steel. Strong stuff that never rusts. The handle was made out of carbon-fiber with a diamond pattern surface for better a better grip. It felt comfortable in Smugleaf's small hands, and it felt good.

She gave the knife a sharp twist, the Snivy convulsed, kicking his legs, desperate to escape his fantasy turned nightmare. No good. His face turned blue as he let out his death groans. Smugleaf felt his heart gave out, the Snivy went slack the moment it stopped beating.

Smugleaf stroke the back of the dead Snivy's head and kissed him on the cheek. His eyelids twitched rapidly, almost like he was in deep sleep. Many Pokémon who suddenly die do that, those tiny involuntary nervous system responses start up when she hits their off-switch, probably from the lack of oxygen. She took another look at his face, he appeared quite relaxed.

Aww, he look so adorable when dead.

"So cute." she commented before dislodging the knife from the Snivy's chest.

The blade made a sickly plop sound as it came out, blood trickled out of the fatal wound like maple syrup, clinging tight to his skin. Ah, a clean kill. Wonderful. She uncoiled her vine and dropped the body on the ground, then retract the vine into her back. Smugleaf held up her knife. Bright red blood dripped from the tip onto the forest floor, glistening underneath the rays of the sun. She stuck her tongue out and dragged it across its sticky surface. Mmm, the coppery iron taste felt invigorating, way better than after-foreplay. Smugleaf stirred her tongue around the inside of her mouth, amplifying the blood taste, then swallowed.

"Shame its too late to do seconds," she told the corpse, "at least I won't go hungry today, great to have you over for lunch."

Smugleaf licked her bloody knife a few more times, then wiped it on the grass. Most of the blood came off, but it was deeply stained. She would clean it more thoroughly later, she wasn't quite done with it yet. Smugleaf flipped the knife around and stuck it back into its holster. The holster was made out of tan leather, held tight to her back with two straps crisscrossing over her chest. She made the holster herself, out of the hides of a Boufalant and Tepig. She grinned, remembering how good that Tepig tasted after roosting its plump body over a fire for two hours. Mmm Mm, that Tepig was tasty.

She grabbed the dead Snivy by the tail and dragged him off. Somewhere in the forest, Smugleaf must make camp. Preferably near a river where she could clean up. Other Pokémon might be out there just to take a drink, so it would be smart enough to put the camp a hundred meters from the river. That way, she won't had to walk that far to the river, yet not interrupt other Pokémon with her activities. They don't need to see her handling a body of her own kind.

Smugleaf searched the forest, making calculations in her head to figure out the best possible place to set up camp. She wanted a place with a lot of foliage and shade, that would be a good place to set up camouflage and stay cool in this hot summer day. An added bonus was she had all the privacy she would ever need, out of sight and out mind from the curious. Smugleaf smiled, she couldn't help it. She was feeling happy today, she just got laid and was about to have a big lunch. It was all she could hope for. Most days she would have one, not both. Having both was a luxury, a special luxury. Today she struck a gold mine, killing two birds with one stone. Smugleaf felt proud, her charm and skills finally paid off once again.

She looked back at the corpse. The dead Snivy's tongue hanged out, his arms dragging behind him while his feet stuck up in the air. This Snivy was quite generous, really generous. Smugleaf was just leaving Nimbasa City after a quick tour when she stumbled into him without warning, spooking the daylights out of him. The Snivy didn't resist when Smugleaf blew Attract at him. Hearts quickly blossomed in his eyes, and Smugleaf wasted no time getting down and dirty. Really down and dirty. It went on for 20 minutes, yet it felt like hours. Tongues crossed, vines curled. She couldn't had it any better.

The Snivy, being generous as always, was willing to come with her for lunch. How nice of him to provide all the food. But of course, he wasn't the only one. Pokémon before him, mostly male, were so generous to spend quality time with Smugleaf. The females weren't too sure about her intentions, since Attract didn't really persuade them. Nonetheless, Smugleaf managed to persuade them when she showed them her knife.

Tricky, tricky, she recalled the quality time with them, very tricky, need a vine or two cause they were so picky.

Ah yes, Vine Whip, when all else fails for leisure, Vine Whip succeeds. Helps her get a better hold on them, draw them closer. Dig in deep, real deep. Hear them sing their aw's and oh's. Good times, good old times. The best of times. No wait, better than ever of all time!

Especially when she finished it off with that smooth-edged toy of hers.

Smugleaf pushed through some shrubbery, the wild vegetation struggled to grab the corpse as she dragged it by, she gave it a hard pull and the corpse broke through. Smugleaf pressed on. Suddenly she walked into a small cleared area. It looked like the vegetation was ripped up and the soil matted down. The dirt patch was just two meters wide, fairly long enough for Smugleaf to stretch out and lay down. Whoever once lived here was long gone now, it looked like it hadn't been used in weeks. She stood in the middle and looked out through the vegetation. She couldn't see the bark through the foliage, looks like that saved her a lot of work on camouflaging this place.

Next to this patch was a large boulder, stretching 5 meters wide and 40 meters tall. Smugleaf stared up at it, the boulder's face was etched in moss and slime. Slippery stuff. No Pokémon could climb that, unless they fly. Smugleaf hadn't seen any flying Pokémon for 3 hours now, they were probably sticking to the canopy. No need to worry about them.

"This is the spot," Smugleaf said to herself, "this would do."

She sat the corpse aside and began digging a small pit with her knife. Smugleaf scooped deep, getting a clod each time she dug. She felt sweat form on her forehead as she fought against the hard earth. It was hard work in digging the pit, Smugleaf had to use a bit of muscles in her scrawny arms. It was difficult, but she got it done in 5 minutes. After smoothing out the pit, Smugleaf searched the nearby area for stones, then placed them in a ring around the pit. When the ring was complete, Smugleaf started gathering bundles of firewood. She searched for the driest branches and anything that could catch ablaze. Smugleaf picked up what she thought was dry wood and gathered it up in a bundle. Using her long slender vines, she carried it back to her camp and sat it down.

Smugleaf reached behind her back and removed the flint & steel from her knife's holster. It was two tiny pieces of rock and metal she found in a river up north, tucked away in the holster in case she needed it. It hadn't been used in a while, she wondered if it still produces sparks. After putting together a small bundle of kindling, Smugleaf held the flint firm against it before striking the bit of steel across its surface. In a couple strokes, bright yellow sparks struck the kindling and caught fire. She crouched down and gently blow into it, the small bundle of smoke blume into a small ember. Smugleaf used her vines to put together the firewood on the pit while she tended to the ember. She smiled, the small ember would help cook her kill, bringing out the enzymes to give it flavor. Smugleaf rubbed her belly at the thought, she made a mental note not to waste any meat.

She picked up the small ember and placed it in the fire pit, the ember slowly engulfed the firewood. Smoke plume towards the canopy, hugging the boulder's face. Smugleaf was sure that nobody could see the smoke, let alone smell it. The thick trees would keep it contained.

As the fire was getting ready for a stable burn, Smugleaf laid the dead Snivy on his back, she gripped her knife and hovered the tip over his chin. Shame she had to cut open his body, he was that good looking. Who knows? He might be good looking on the inside as well as the outside. She glanced at the knife, the blade flashed into her eyes as she tilted it. Was it sharp enough to cut the Snivy's hide? Had to be. She sharpened it yesterday.

Smugleaf pressed the tip against the dead Snivy's chin, then dragged it down across his belly down to the tip of his tail. It left a red laceration behind, Smugleaf took her thumb and stuck it in the cut. She tried to pull the skin apart, the skin peeled off to reveal pink flesh coated with white fatty tissue. Okay, her knife was sharp enough after all. No need to make a 2nd drag. Smugleaf sat her knife down and muscled the skin apart, she reached in and felt around the dead Snivy's back and grabbed his tail. She then stepped on his leafy tail and pulled at the pink flesh. It was easier than she thought, the pink tail broke free from the skin. Smugleaf gave another pull and pulled the skin off the legs, then off the torso. She had to make a few more cuts around the arms before pulling them off the hide. Finally the head was the toughest, there wasn't too much fat around the skull. It wasn't that difficult, Smugleaf gave it one final pull and the hide broke free.

If Pokémon could ever be more naked, this was the way to do it. Smugleaf checked the inside of the hide and smiled, it was another clean skinning. Maybe she could stuff the hide, use it as a comfort doll perhaps. Or she could sell it on the black market, get a few Pokédollars for it. But hey, were Pokédollars useful to her? If she just keeps her mouth shut, or use her Pokémon language, she could get by in the markets, assuming the humans won't stare at the knife strapped to her back.

She sat the hide aside and glanced at Snivy, his pinkish muscles made him look butt naked and soft. Smugleaf took her knife and made an incision down his belly, then pried it open. The internal organs were exposed. Not quite as organized as the wall charts and models, but close enough. Smugleaf reached in for the stomach, cut off the esophagus, then tie a knot into it. She pulled it out of the abdominal cavity, along with the intestines. Smugleaf cut his anus and freed the gastrointestinal tract. It was already beginning to smell, Smugleaf shoved it all in the fire pit. It would take some time to incinerate the organs, hopefully they don't give off a really bad smell.

Next came the liver, the gallbladder, pancreas, spleen, the kidneys in the back. Oh, look at that. Genitals. Male ones. Smugleaf pulled out the testes and held them up, the bloody marble-sized glands seemed tasty enough. She sat that aside in a separate pile and placed the liver, spleen, and kidneys with it. Smugleaf turn back to the body and cut the diaphragm, then reached inside the chest cavity and pulled out out the heart. She held it up, it felt more like a stiff rubber ball then a fleshy mass. It was strong. Supposed to be. If she were to cremate the entire body, the heart would be the last to burn. Smugleaf wasn't sure why, maybe the toughness was similar to fireproof clothing or something. That was something to look up on her free time, when she gets the chance.

She sat the heart with the edible organs. Smugleaf reached back into the chest cavity and individually pulled out the lungs. They were delicate, like a sponge. Nothing like the heart. Maybe that was how the organs absorb the oxygen from the air. The tiny air sacs must be soft, and clean too. Hm, the environment was clean around here, so his lungs shouldn't be affected by air pollution. If there were any at all.

With the internal organs removed, Smugleaf grabbed a nearby stick, a rather long one. She sharpened the tip to a point, then shoved that point down the dead Snivy's throat. It came out the end of the tail within a moment, Smugleaf pushed the body till it was in the center. Okay, its ready. She grabbed to nearby sticks with Y ends, cut them half a meter, then shoved them on opposite sides of the fire pit. She got them in deep, she didn't want the sticks to fall over from the weight of the body. Finally Smugleaf hoisted the husk right on the Y sticks. She took a step back and marveled at her work.

Now I just had to turn it over occasionally so it would cook properly, Smugleaf thought, I'm going to be eating well tonight.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .