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Zigzagoon had always been a curious little devil.

He saw something that caught his attention, he’d drop everything to get to it. And it seemed sometimes that most anything had the potential to catch his attention. Oddly-shaped rocks, shadows on the ground, his own reflection in water.

Most of all, he liked anything that was shiny. And as this story begins, it just so happens that our furry little pal was dreaming of shiny baubles, oh so many of them. But a sound oh so heavenly pulled him out of his musings; a chime so pure! Zigzagoon jumped to its feet and watched in bewilderment as a bike sped past him, with on its handlebars the only object of his desires: a polished bicycle bell, reflecting yellow light and shining like a burning star in the setting sun.

Zigzagoon knew he had to get it, nay, needed it to survive. He had to get its fuzzy little paws on the magically wonderful contraption. And so he ran after the cyclist. He ran like hell, because he had a mission.

Late afternoon turned into night, and still he ran.

The moon ascended and loomed ominously above his head, and still he ran.

The howls of houndooms resounded all around him, and still he ran.

He smelled something good and well whadd’ya know, he stopped. He was hungry after all, he’d been running for five hours straight.

Zigzagoon wasn’t renowned for his long attention span, and it was spectacular that he even followed a single goal for that long. Anyway, plot moves on as plot is wont to do.

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He sniffed the air, tracing back the pungent smell to its source. The aroma of rotting meat filled his nostrils as he entered a sewer tunnel and drew closer to his goal. An old carcbum, now filled with decomposition gas and bulging with maggots. A wonderful meal for a little scavenger like him.

He prowled closer, letting anticipation settle in… when he heard a wet, sucking sound behind him. Soemthing else had already claimed the feast.

He jumped around on four legs and growled, reducing his opponent’s ATTACK. The newcomer quickly replied by emitting a POISON GAS that hurt Zigzagoon. A Muk. He had stumbled upon a Muk’s lair. Oh, this did not look good.

Our little hero decided to use his secret weapon: he turned around, straightened out his bristly back air and shot it like PIN MISSILES.

1 hit! 2 hits! 3 hits! … It’s not very effective.

Zigzagoon understood at that moment that were he to duke it out until the end, he would not come out the winner. So he laid aside all heroism, endured his foe’s next tackle and dropped on his back, immobilized. Faking death. Hoping the Muk would get back to his meal and, more importantly, that he would not still be hungry after it.

The Muk went back to its initial meal. Agonizing minutes pbumed in which Zigzagoon could hear nothing but sickening slurping sounds and the occasional snap of a bone. It went on seemingly forever… then it stopped. A shade loomed above our hero.

Muk was hungry for more.

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The slimy monstrosity leaned over him, dripping warm goop on Zigzagoon’s exposed body, and lowered its mouth on him slowly, savoring the moment. Zigzagoon could feel the putrid exhalations of the beast as it breathed warm on his lower abdomen. The toxic fluid seeping from Muk’s body, as it slowly dripped on him, ate at his fur and flesh with a distinct tingling sensation.

Then, Zigzagoon really felt fear. Not in that he believed it was really over for him. He still had hopes that, should he remain completely still, the Muk would change its mind and keep him for another day. But… the warmth. The stench of death and decay. The trickles of sludge raining over him, and more importantly, the sting of the burning flesh… oh please no. It made him horny.

Slowly, his male reproductive organ grew out of its sheath. A drop of Muk’s corrosive goop fell on the head and ran down along the shaft, providing the most wonderful sensation he had ever felt. It stopped on his sheath, now bulging dangerously as his knot was on the verge of getting fully out. The burn, it was so wonderful. A pearl of sweet pregreat times emerged from the end of his throbbing red male reproductive organ. He spasmed, and the entire length of his male reproductive organ emerged, knot included. The drop of goop fell down further and coursed over his marbles-sized balls to finally end up titillating his furry little bumhole.

”ZIG… ZIG-ZAAAAH…. ZIGZAGOOOOOOOOOON” he moaned, unable to hold it in any longer.

Muk had stopped everything, having only now realized what was transpiring. The two stared at each other in silence. Zigzagoon could hardly formulate a coherent thought, lost as he was in ecstatic pleasure. He only knew he needed full satisfaction, and he needed it now. He jumped back to his feet and tackled Muk, shoving forcefully his fully erect male reproductive organ in the slimy, gaping mouth. The monster fell on its back, instinctively closing its sludge-lined lips against the member, and as they did, Zigzagoon blew his load.

Muk’s eyes widened. Never in its life had this Pokémon tasted anything so good. Zigzagoon felt it suck down harder on him as it tried to absorb every last drop of his delicious nectar.

“ZIGZAGOOOOOOOOooooon…” he screamed. Muk’s slime-lubricated throat enrobed his shaft perfectly and seemed to throb with every of Zigzagoon’s own hearbeat. It was like a thousand independent little tongues working at once on his manhood, and every single one knew exactly what pleased. The warmth was insufferably good and in seconds, he came again.

Zigzagoon felt Muk’s slimy hand reach for his tender exposed bumhole. It slid in all at once thanks to his natural body lubrication. He screamed louder yet and began violently thrusting his hips, pushing his lower body deeper and deeper inside Muk’s gelatinous mouth and throat. The slimy hand coursed inside his rectum, finding his G spot with ease.

Furry and slimy Pokémon fell ever deeper into each other, until Zigzagoon was swallowed whole and had Muk’s probing hands all the way up his colon. Muk had stopped trying to digest his new toy, he just kept pushing him towards sexual bliss and, as he climaxed over and over again, he could feel Zigzagoon’s ecstatic full-body spasms. They were as one, a perfect symbiotic relationship.

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The next morning, Zigzagoon left the sewers, relatively unscathed. He turned around and stared longingly at the sewer entrance.

“Zig… zig zig zagoon.” I’ll be back, my love.

Then, he heard a chime, and saw the most heavenly sight. The same bicycle with the same splendiferous shiny golden sparkly bicycle bell was going past again back the way it came from the day before!

Zigzagoon, without a second though, set running again. Because that’s the cute and innocent thing to do, and that’s what Pokémons are wont to do.

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