The sun was slowly dipping beneath the treeline when Zoey's heavy footsteps could be heard trudging along the soft earth. It had been quite a week for her. Many scuffles between her and other local Pokémon had left her beaten and battered. Wasn't to say she lost all her battles, but being one of her size certainly didn't help with agility. She was always being picked on by the faster, more limber of her kind. They'd tease her, openly mocking the fat Zoroark and shouting things like "even a Wailord couldn't love you!" as she passed.

It was beginning to get ridiculous. She needed help defending herself from these ruffians. Finally, after a long walk home from an incursion with some Fighting types, Zoey settled heavily against her favorite apple tree in the orchard, taking stock of her body. It looked pretty bad. Still-bleeding cuts and purple-ish bruises blanketed her rotund belly. She could only see her lower legs from her position while her tummy was spread out like this. The constant moving and and shuffing from inside her stomach didn't help...

"Wait...what the hell?" her face lit up with surprise. Tenderly, she rested a paw against her gut and felt nothing...then a small kick. And another. Pretty soon, the Zoroark could see little indents and paw marks pressing up from inside. It was then when Zoey had a flashback to the fight. She'd been ambushed by a pretty brutal gang of Riolu. Their natural instinct to fight anything larger than them certainly didn't help in her case, and Zoey was no fighter. She had tried to reason with them, but they wouldn't hear any of it. There were about four of them, circling around her, blocking her every attempt at escape while shouting obscenities of every kind. Their leader, who was actually a golden color of kinds, made the first move. Zoey curled up in complete agony as the gang mercilessly bludgeoned, kicked, bit, and insulted her...but something must have snapped within her. It was a bit hazy (as all rage-induced moments are), but before she knew it, she had them pinned under her stomach and gulped down all every last one of them.

Relishing in her success, Zoey leaned back and contentedly rubbed her gut with a smile. But as searing pain came back and slapped her in the face, she let out a loud groan and realized she was still badly hurt.

Thoom...thoom...thoom...

It sounded like an artillery squad was detonating explosives in the distance, but as the minutes passed, the sound only got louder and more frequent. Zoey wondered if it was another gang of Pokémon looking for her. She waited and was surprised by what she saw next. The looming figures, or figure it seemed, finally crested the hill in the distance. All Zoey could see was purple. The creature had a belly nearly as big as itself. It stood much higher than her, over seven feet. And it wore a (heavily shredded) trainer's uniform. At least the hat fit, Zoey giggled.

But this was her chance! Her chance to heal up and maybe spend some time with someone not out to kill her. And the trainer looked really good for snuggling as well. The Zoroark propped herself up and lumbered towards the lone trainer, hoping maybe, just maybe, this purple monolith would accept a Poké reject like herself...

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Looks like the chance Zoey took paid off ;u; I love this picture to pieces <333

Thank you to   fathips for bringing this little scene to life!

And thank you to rovdyr for doing this with me and being the best bed ever B)

Dumb story written by me -v-