The next few days were pretty stagnant as far as murder went. I watched TV, walked Bel around town, scoping out other hotspots for prey as I did so, and went to work. It was about 5 days after Bel got her first delicious treat, 5 o' clock at when I saw a news broadcast. As usual, the TV showed Saffron's two most famous newscasters, a man and woman, both well-dressed and trimmed, appeared on the screen at their desk. They were wearing those 10 cent smiles that newscasters had, something so unbearably fake, I had to rub my forehead as the opening music of the news played.

"Welcome to the 5 o' clock news." And that was about the most interesting thing that was said that half hour. Everything else was same old, same old. Rape, murder, rape, rape, murder, murder and rape, etc. The reasons I mentioned the broadcast were two things, both of which involved something that was said a half hour into the news. Something that drew my attention and broke me out of the hypnotic staring into the TV.

"For all you Pokémon-lovers out there…" lover filtering fucker in this case,"… There's going to be a large celebration at the Gray Zangoose tomorrow night, beginning at 6:30 and ending at… well, who knows?"

The woman and man both chuckled, the man leaning towards the screen and cocking his head to the side to look at the woman, going "Well, we both know THAT'LL be a fun experience." The woman smiled and nodded. "Indeed it will, Ronald. Our next story: can owning Poison type Pokémon cause cancer? We'll have an interview with specialist Koga when we get back, here on Saffron 5 o' clock news."

Now, the first reason I made mention of this was, obviously, I made a mental note to go to that party. It was the perfect way to get back in the game. My mind was RACING with options of who I could kill. A Roserade? A Lopunny? Maybe even a Doredia? Ohhh, how I couldn't wait!

The second reason it had any relevance was simply the sheer hypocrisy of the newscasters. I remembered back when I was still a child, watching the news with my Dad every morning. The same two people, though, seeing as it was 18 years ago, they were much younger, told news regarding Poképhiles being harassed, murdered, beaten, having all sorts of things happening to them in times where their fetishes were looked down on. And they were happy about it. They snidely and condescendingly reported these happenings, almost being celebratory about them.

And what did they think about Poképhilia now? They were casual, almost happy about it, mentioning parties and gatherings with sincere happiness in their tones. It was disgusting. As soon as the commercial popped up, I clicked off the TV and ran to my computer. I decided to study Poképhilia for a while. This would be a much bigger crowd than when I seduced that whore less than a week prior. I had to THINK like a Poképhile in order to kill them more efficiently. I sat down in my leather computer chair and browsed the web, checked filthy sites, looked in forums; the whole shebang.

While searching, I discovered something that shocked me greatly: Bel would end up being much more useful than I thought. Not only would she act as an evidence destroyer, but also as a lure for the Poképhiles, something I could be truthful about. I thought that Victreebell would be hated. There was nothing really attractive about them, at least to me. But I forgot about one thing: her vines. Poképhiles LOVED bondage and tentacle rape, making Grass types a godsend. I smiled and pat the leaf on top of Bel's head, earning me a satisfied, "Beeeell."

Next day, I had scheduled a day off and spent the whole day preparing for the wonderful night that lay ahead of me. I got my almost ancient tuxedo (which still fit me like a glove), but still donned the dress shoes of my businessman attire. At 6:00, Bel and I set off to the Gray Zangoose.

We arrived a few minutes late, but it worked to our advantage in the end. The party was already booming, many Poképhiles talking grinding, whispering into each other's ears, et cetera. It no longer bothered me. I was indifferent towards their depravity, as though I had built immunity to it, and simply shrugged it off, conserving all of my energy to search for prey.

Bel, on the other hand, was quite excited. The smell of sex and sweat on these humans brought up quite the flashback, reminding her of the delicious meal she had only a few days ago. She started to breath quickly and began to make an odd, slurping noise. I pat her on her leave and muttered, "Calm yourself. We have to be patient, okay? You'll get your treat tonight, promise. Just trust me." Her breathing calmed and I continued my scan of the room.

After only a few minutes' search, I had finally found my mark. I wasn't so much called out by a Pokémon, but by a human. He wore very pretentious smirk, had his collar all the way up, and always had his hands in his pocket. As much as I dislike following stereotypes based on clothing and smiles, this man looked, in every possible way, like a total douche.

Bel and I distantly followed behind, waiting to see what Pokémon he had. If it was a good one, I thought then Bel and I'd end this motherfucker and his toy. I began analyzing the man: he was walking back from the bar carrying two drinks in his hands, and was walking oddly, definitely drunk.

He wasn't walking any slower than normal people do, so he wasn't all that drunk. Probably got a buzz, the drinks he was holding being the first round of the synergizing intoxication he'd have in the club itself. His feet were oddly angled to the side each step, meaning said pre-party buzz wasn't a small one. I'd say… 5 shots maximum. Perfect. Just enough alcohol to not make clear decisions, but just so little that he wouldn't be noisy when I'd stab him like mad, putting more and more orifices into his bod-

I snapped out of it and returned my attention to here and now. I had just told Bel to calm herself and be patient, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be a hypocrite. After a few minutes, the man stopped walking and looked started talking to what looked like no one. At first I was aggravated, wondering why the fuck this lunatic would just stop talking to himself and go to his Pokémo-…

And then I realized what an idiot I was and looked down, seeing a Mawile. Despite my utter stupidity, I was quite happy with our catch. Mawile were quite popular with Poképhiles and were perfect for such a fine occasion. I looked down at Bel, who looked up at me, and nodded, signaling her to follow me as we walked up to the man and his fluffy little imp thing.

As I approached, he looked to his right and noticed me, raising his glass and nodded at me, smiling. I did the same and walked a tad closer so that I could initiate some small talk.

"Great party, eh?" I casually said.

"Great? Shit, man, it's fucking awesome. There are babes EVERYWHERE. Like, check out that Vespiquen over there." He pointed to the stage. A Vespiquen was doing… ugh… a striptease, moving her light body side to side. "Mm, mm, MM. I'd give her some of MY honey, if ya know what I'm sayin'."

Dear God, kill me now. This guy… I just plain hated this guy already. At least the chick was hot, in a slutty, deprived sort of way. And at least the fat fuck with the Gardevoir was a rat's ass in a small, empty lot. This guy just needed to die. Being the guy who does it makes being a murderous vigilante have some perks, at least.

I just nodded and looked back at him. "Heh, yeah, she's pretty hot. That thorax, am I right?"

"Hell yeah, man." he said, doing a fist bump with me. I moved the conversation. "So… speaking of hot Pokémon, you've got yourself quite the cutie there." The Mawile looked up at me wide-eyed, not liking to be complimented like that, being scared somewhat.

The man snorted. "Heh, yeah, they're tight as all hell, and make pretty good squeals once you get 'em goin'." The poor Pokémon looked down throughout the summary. She was so innocent, so ashamed of what she was referred to as and what she was forced to do. I felt terrible for her, but I had to do what I had to do. I swallowed and made my move.

"Never been with a Mawile…" I looked down at her. She looked back up with fear. She didn't like where this was going. "How about this:" I continued. I really wasn't looking forward to what I was going to say. But I had to make both him AND the Mawile come with me, or else the whole thing's fall apart. "My Victreebel and I'd like to have a piece of that Mawile. Maybe you and I could double team her. One of us takes her pussy, lick, fuck, whatever preference, while the other tends to that cute little mouth of hers. And Bel here…" I pat her on the leaf and feigned the most lustful smile I could. "can get to know her 'sensitive parts.'"

The Mawile was simply terrified by the suggestion and looked up at her trainer, who was pondering it. "Hmmm… double penetration, huh? I'd be lying if I said 'Been there, done that.' Hmmm… Alright, you've got yourself a deal. We can try one of the back rooms. It's got a lock and everything."

The grin crawled onto my face seemed like one of lust. But I'm sure you already know of it's true nature. "Sounds… perfect. Lead the way."

He walked to the back of the club, his Mawile in tow due to him grabbing her arm tightly, while Bel and I followed. We maneuvered through the public orgy and finally arrived at a series of red doors, sticking out like a sore thumb on the club's black, fuzzy inner walls. The cocky-looking man whistled and in seconds, a man dressed like a servant walked up and handed him a key. My prey thanked him, handed him some money, and turned to the door. After unlocking it, he motioned us to walk inside, to which Bel, the Mawile, and myself complied.

Bel and I walked to the middle of the room and turned around. The Mawile was waiting inside of the door for the master to finish closing and locking the door behind him. The minute he did so, he pounced on the Mawile, unzipping his pants and lifting up her dress. The Mawile just leaned back and closed her eyes. Not in excitement, but in fearful anticipation. He wasn't paying attention to Bel, who was walking off to the corner, as means to not get blood on her, or myself, who was equipping my brass knuckles. Once they were secured on my right hand, which was also clenching my bowie knife, I lightly tapped the man on the shoulder.

He turned to look up at me, exposing his neck and the easily targetable Adam's apple it had. I quickly punched him in the throat, taking away all means to speak, then took the key from his pocket and tossed it to the corner with Bel. I stepped on his chest, pinning him down, crouched, and began beating him senseless, punching him in the jaw repeatedly, giving me a satisfying crack and blood splatter with each blow.

But alas, I grew cocky. I missed his head by an inch, slamming my fist against the floor. In that split second, he punched me square in the nose, causing me to recoil and fall flat on my back. He ran to get the key, but was tripped by something. He fell flat on his face and was flipped around by the same something. And finally, that something would have caused him to shriek in excruciating agony, had he not been muted.

This was because there were two massive, black jaws clamped around his cock, pulling and tugging at them in a very painful manner. Attached to these torturous appendages was that little scamp, Mawile, who had the most infuriated face I'd ever seen on a Pokémon's face.

The man was writhing on the floor, trying to break free, but realizing that did more harm than good. He sat up to try and punch the Mawile, stopping her from doing any more damage, but was clawed in the face by a black hand, causing him to fall back to the ground in order for him to hold onto his face as means of comfort.

I had never seen something like this before, and had honestly not expected it. She turned on her master. I could understand not helping defend him from an attacker, preying he'd die, but not only helping, but tearing his dick off? This little one was a special case.

I didn't do anything, really. I didn't have to. She was doing more than I EVER could. I mean, yeah, I could CUT off someone's dick, but RIP it off? No way in hell I could do that. So I just sat back and watched, cheering on the Mawile all the way up until the satisfying ripping noise.

The man was breathing heavily on the ground, finally relaxed, as though he was underwater for hours. Blood was pouring out of his crotch, causing him to shudder and turn pale. The Mawile then jumped on the man, clawing viciously at him. And you wanna know something? She was crying angrily as she did so. She was sobbing, while screaming "Maw! Wile! Maw! Wile!" each syllable choked out in accompany with a slash across his torso. And here's the thing that still surprised me: I cried.

Not only because I felt sorry for the poor girl, but because it made me realize just how much of a Pokémon these people destroyed. When they're hatched or caught in the wild, they're told and promised that they'd be friends with the person who caught them. Not… not just fucked senseless, ya know? I mean, who the fuck KNOWS how young she was then, let alone how old she was when that fucking cocksucker first laid hands on her.

Just seeing all that frustration let out was so… depressing. I mean… wasn't that what I was doing too? Letting out frustration against the people that exploit Pokémon by murdering them? My thoughts were interrupted by the realization that the slashing noises stopped. I refocused my attention on the Mawile, who broke down into crying, not even being able to continue slashing the fucker as she did so.

Remember how enraged I said I was when I murdered that fatass and his Gardevoir? To give you a better view, that anger PALED in comparison to what I felt at that moment. I walked up to the Mawile and picked her up, hugging her before setting her down so that she wasn't on top of her body anymore. She was too busy crying to properly react. I then set my attention to the man… no, the piece of shit on the floor. I kicked him in the side and he wriggled in response. He was still alive.

I walked over to his left side and stood near his head. He was in too much pain to be bothered to do anything that required energy, so he simply looked up at the ceiling. I kicked him in the side of the face, causing his head to forcibly turn to the right, making him look at the crying Mawile as she sobbed, hands covering her face. I kneeled down and clenched his hair in my left fist while pressing my knife against his throat, fixing his head so that he had no choice but to look at the crying Pokémon he owned.

"Look at her." he closed his eyes. I kicked the back of his head while holding it. "Look at her, you piece of shit." He slowly opened his twitching eyes, his whole body shaking. "You ruined that poor girl. You RUINED her. And for what? A tight pussy? You inconsiderate BITCH." I punctuated my sentence with a swift kick to the back of the head, this time with all of my might. I stood back up and spit on him before saying, "You stay right there, you hear me?" I walked over to Mawile and crouched down beside her, stroking her ear before speaking.

"Shhh, hey, hey, it's gonna be alright, okay?" I scratched her ear, causing her sobbing to lessen. She sniffled and looked up at me. She hurriedly ran up to me and nuzzled my chest, rubbing her head side to side like she was trying to warm herself. I placed my non-knife-carrying hand on her head and murmured to her. "Anything else you need to do? I think I'm going to finish him off."

She looked up at me and wiped her nose, her face breaking into a smile. She grinned and put up one finger as she ran around me and walked up to her master. She turned around, opened her colossal second mouth and dropped the bloody mass of flesh that was the remains of the man's dick… right on his face. God. Damn. Do I love that Mawile. The man shook his head to get it off of him, taking several tries to actually succeed in doing so. The adorable little imp did a little curtsey at me, signaling me to go ahead. What an adorable little psychopath.

I laughed at her little signal and pet her on the head and motioned her to go to Bel. She shook her head and turned, staring the man in the face, then back up at me, tilting her head sideways towards him. That told me all I needed to know: she wanted to watch.

I crouched down next to him, pressed my knife against his throat and slid it to the right. After a slight gurgling sound and some struggling, the man's body went limp. I sighed and stood up, looking over at Bel and nodding, causing her to walk towards the man for clean-up. Not looking at the ground, I was surprised to feel something hug my right leg. I looked down and smiled, finding a bloodied Mawile nuzzling me.

I crouched down and picked her up like a toddler, to which she wrapped her arms around my head, creating a legitimate hug. I set her down and put my hands on her shoulders. "Now then. If I'm gonna take you with me, you're gonna need a name."

The Mawile's face brightened up. I scoldingly put my finger up and wagged it at her. "Now don't go thinking this will be some lovey-dovey crap. You are simply too awesome to die. We're gonna be partners… Not THAT kind of partners, partners like…" I shook my head and looked back to her. "You know what I mean. Help me take out sickos like that tall drink of water over there." I pointed at the dead man on the floor. "If you want to, that is."

She didn't even need a second to think about it. Her cutsie look was replaced by an evil, malicious grin as she nodded. I smiled, but was interrupted by a vine poking me in the back. I turned to see that Bel was done with her meal and with cleaning the blood. OH. Right, forgot to tell you, I taught Bel a little trick. See, Victreebel can create acid of all kinds of levels, from acid that can melt bones, to acid on par with Soda Pop. I learned that with just the right amount of acidity, Bel can clean up the blood easily.

Anyways, she motioned for us to get going, to which I put up my hand and replied, "One sec." I turned back to Mawile. "Okay, so a name. How about…" I pondered on a good name. One that wasn't over the top, but also one that wasn't simple as hell. "… Lily. What do you think of that?"

A happy "Maw!" was her response, hugging me even tighter than she did before. I returned it before standing back up and motioning her to follow. She nodded and happily did so. Bel, Lily and I casually walked out of the club, which was still quite alive, and strolled back to Lily's new home.