A commissioned story for  Womblesfan


“It’s good to be king,” smirked Zaron, the massive, Electric-Dark Type Dufflepouch Raichu as he reclined back on his beanbag chair of buttcheeks and cushioned his back on a few dozen plush pillowed. “Well, technically, mayor, but I’ve got the unmitigated power of a king.” With his hose-like tail tipped like a pitcher plant in his grasp, dangled over his eager maw, mouth open and tongue rolled out like a red carpet. From the base of his tail, a big bulge appeared and began to make its way towards the tip, the flexibility of this rear-side appendage quite impressive as the object, moving through it, didn’t get stuck despite how massive it appeared.

As the bulge reached the tip, the flap opened up and revealed a big, yellow blob oozing out till it finally dropped onto the Raichu’s tongue. “Pika!” groaned the doughy ball that was a fattened Pikachu, so overly filled with lard that his limbs were lost, save for his paws. His head was but a slight bulge from his body and his tail was like a zigzagged stem on a cherry. Barely able to do anything, but savor this precious moment out of Zaron’s body, it didn’t last as long as he would have hoped as the even more massive Raichu returned his tongue to his maw, taking the Pikachu in with him, savoring the electric mouse’s flavor for a minute before gulping him down with a single swallow, a smile never leaving his bloated mug.

“Or rather, a God,” he amended shamelessly, licking his chops and then gave his gut a pat.

“Master Zaron!” called Chuchu, the loyal minion of the voracious Raichu. Despite being a Pikachu, he had been turned into one of Zaron’s most loyal underlings, willing to do whatever it took to please his gluttonous master. Not far behind him was the Shiny Pikachu, Joule, Zaron’s second Pikachu minion, made the same way as the first, with an overexposure from the pheromones from within the Raichu’s tail. “We’ve got urgent news!”

“Urgent news?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I was in the middle of second lunch. What could possibly have happened to warrant disturbing me?”

“A Pokemon Team has just entered into the city,” Joule continued.

“Hey, I was the one reporting to Zaron,” snapped Chuchu. “Don’t interrupt me.”

“I was the one who spotted them on the security camera first,” argued Joule. “So, I should be the one to tell him.”

“As his right hand chu, it is my responsibility,” countered Chuchu. “Your responsibilities should be limited to wiping the saliva from master’s chin.”

“What did you say?!?” hissed Joule as the two Pikas butted heads, sparks crackling on their overly plump cheeks.

“You two really need some counseling with this sibling rivalry of yours,” sighed Zaron, using some of his tail pheromones to quell their bickering. Inhaling the scent deeply, they both let out a blissful, “CHU!” and their fighting was forgotten. “For Mew’s sake, you two aren’t even brothers.”

“Someone mention my name?” asked the dark Mew, Mischief Nyte as he suddenly appeared overhead, floating on one of his purple bubbles. Unlike other Mews, his fur was purple rather than pink and his eyes were green.

“No, well, not you specifically,” answered Zaron. “Though, since you are here, how is the new formula coming along?”

“You ask me every time I come around,” he replied. “This is by far one of the most difficult and insane projects anyone has ever presented me with and don’t get me wrong, I live for the twisted and challenging, but even Arceus didn’t invent Twinkies in a day.”

“So, still nothing new to report?” asked Zaron once more, wanting a better answer than that.

“The new test batch is done,” he answered. “All that’s needed is a new test subject and considering the implications, those are pretty much nonexistent now.”

“We’ll find a volunteer even if we have to force someone to do it,” the villainous Raichu answered.

“KInda defeats the purpose of the concept of volunteering, but it’s your PokeDollars you’re throwing around so do what ya want,” stated Nyte. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for my lunch break.” Using Teleport, Nyte vanished from sight.

“Now, about this Pokemon Team you two were going on about,” questioned Zaron. “Please, go on.”


“Owie,” cried Guts the Chespin as he rubbed his sore head. “What was that for?”

“For running off like that,” answered Luna the Emolga, rubbing her fist after walloping him on the head. “If something is going on here then we can’t just run around recklessly. Why can’t you ever use the brain inside that head of yours for something other than dumb jokes?”

“But we were just trying to find out what was so strange about this place,” Lucky the Spinda commented. “So, we were searching for the strangest thing we could find.”

“And did you find anything?” wondered Holmes the Noctowl, normally asleep during the day, but even he was alert for whatever was plaguing the town.

“Well, nothing, yet,” admitted Guts. “But we figured we’d ask one of those Raichu over there.” He turned to point to one of the large Dufflepouch Raichu. “I think they are the police around here or something since there are quite a bunch of them.”

“Now that you mention it,” stated Seer the Espurr as she looked around and saw the strange-looking Raichu. “Just what kind of Raichu are those? Alolan?”

“No, Alolan Raichu are much different than that,” Holmes replied. “To be honest, I’m at a loss for just what they could be, but I think Guts is onto something with them being police of some sort, but the question is, what kind of police are they?”

“I’d imagine the kind that go after bad Pokemon,” figured Luna as she approached one to get a better look. “Very similar to a regular Raichu… Noticeably bigger and fatter all over, but the strangest thing of all is that tail of theirs. It’s much thicker than a regular Raichu’s tail and looks almost rubbery. The tip isn’t in the shape of a lightning bolt, either.”

“You wanna see what my tail can do?” asked the Raichu, looking down at Luna.

“Uh, um… no th-thank you,” she replied as the look in his eyes filled her with fright and the saliva running down his chin only added to it. Rubbing his arm against his muzzle, he wiped it away, but didn’t erase his smirk.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologized. “I was running late this morning and had to… skip breakfast.”

“Well, maybe I can help you out,” suggested Guts as he reached into his backpack. “Aha, your favorite bread to chew on.” He pulled out a few slices of bread and offered them to the Raichu.

“Uh, my favorite bread is pumpernickel,” he told Guts, looking at him confused at the random gesture. “This is rye bread.”

“Well, you are a Rye chew aren’t ya?” he giggled, only to get a condescending sigh from the less than amused giant mouse.

“That joke was so bad it ruined my appetite,” he grumbled.

Though it was another of Gut’s far from gut-busting funny jokes, it did serve to quell the tension and allow Luna and Guts to walk away without further incident. “Thanks,” she smiled. “I never expected your dumb jokes to get me out of a situation like that.”

“Well, my brain can be used for more than one thing,” he bragged. “Two things, at least.”

“That about proves it. Whatever’s wrong with this town, these weird Raichu are connected,” stated Luna. “The way that one looked at me, I swear he was going to eat me alive if Guts hadn’t stepped in.”

“I’m certainly getting a weird vibe from them,” agreed Seer. “And it doesn’t look like we’re the only ones. All the Pokemon around here… I don’t need to use my psychic powers to feel the tension they are carrying.”

“Maybe they are afraid of getting eaten,” commented Lucky. “We certainly seem to run into a lot of vore-related mysteries as of late.”

“It is a worrying trend,” agreed Holmes. “And hopefully one we can keep putting a stop too, but we still mustn’t jump to conclusions without more concrete evidence.”

Just then, another Raichu walked passed them. While the other ones were big, this one was downright obese with a belly that touched the ground and wobbled as he waddled. The team watched as he proceeded to one of the nearby homes and began to pound on the door. “I’m here to collect,” he shouted. “Now come on out, Pikachu.”

Moments later, a Pancham opened the door a crack and meekly looked up at the Raichu looming over him. “Uh, hi there, sir. Um, there are no Pikachu who live here, just me.”

“Today’s Pikachu lottery was performed this morning and said Pokemon did not come forward of his own free will and he was not in his home either drawn,” the Raichu explained. “Right now, it is believed that several days ago he came to you to help him go into hiding, along with several other Pikachu, for that matter. Now, if you cooperate with us, I will overlook this act of defiance and not report you, but if you continue to harbor those Pikachu, I will have no choice but to apprehend you too. Now, bring me that Pikachu at once!”

“I-I-I’m telling you,” he stuttered before finding the courage to shout. “There are no Pikachu here!”

“Really now?” he asked as he maneuvered his tail towards the door and the flap on is tailpouch opened to unleash some pheromones inside. “We’ll see about that.”

“I’m not liking the look of this,” commented Luna as she and the others watched what was going on. “A raffle for Pikachu? Harboring Pikachu? Just what in the world is going on in this town?”

“Something about this, does sound familiar,” commented Holmes.

“You know what’s going on?” wondered Luna.

“No, not quite,” he sighed. “Long ago, I remember hearing about a tragedy that happened here long ago involving Pikachu. Unfortunately, I don’t quite remember the details.”

“No!” cried the Pancham as he attempted to keep someone from walking out his front door. “Don’t breathe it in! Cover your noses! You have to fight it!”

“Chu!” called out three Pikachu with hearts in their eyes as they were lured out of their safe house due to the Raichu’s alluring pheromones. As much as the Pancham tried to hold them back, their combined strength pushed the door open and sent all four of them tumbling to the Raichu’s feet.

“Heheh, three Pikachu,” smirked the Raichu. “I only came for one, but I’ll be able to bring all three in for attempting to resist our leader’s will, plus their harborer as well.”

“This is wrong,” cried Pancham. “How can you all do this to us?”

“Sorry, bud,” he replied. “But our leader is paving us a road to a new age. You can choose to either walk the road safely behind us or stand in our way only to get trampled.”

“Y-You lot won’t get away with this,” Pancham spoke as he watched the Raichu’s tail hover over them. “Someone will come and stop you. I know they will!”

“Sorry, but there is no stopping what has begun,” he told them before his tail pouch opened up and sucked them all in, one at a time.

The Pikachu were quick to be caught, still mesmerized by the pheromones to realize what was happening. The Pancham clung to the ground with all his might, but the sheer power of the suction was too great for his strength to overcome. Looking around, there were other Pokemon nearby, but they did their best to try and not look at what was happening. He then spotted Team Unown, their expressions full of horror at what they were witnessing. He tried to reach a paw over to them, despite being much too far away.

“H-Help,” he started to say his grip finally slipped and he vanished within the Raichu’s tail along with all his Pikachu friends. The suction from the tail finally stopped too and the Raichu walked away completely casually, while all the Pokemon around continued to go about their day with even more unease than before.

“W-Well, I’d say we have a pretty good idea just what is wrong with this town,” spoke Luna. “But just how we put an end to it, is the real question.”

“Judging from how all those other Pokemon reacted, everyone is far too frightened to do anything but do their best to ignore it and pray they don’t get involved,” figured Seer.

“But that’s nuts,” cried Guts. “If something is wrong, then they should just call for help.”

“It might not be that simple,” commented Holmes. “If the ones behind this are as powerful as they seem, they might have this whole town on lockdown, even blocking any and all communications from coming in or out of the city. Add to that, the fact that there isn’t much else around here, they might as well be stranded in the middle of the ocean.”

“Well, we got in rather easily,” Lucky pointed out.

“But you remember how nervous that Furret was,” Luna reminded him. “The way he acted, it was like he wanted to beg us for help, but he couldn’t. And, just because we got in here easily, it doesn’t mean we’ll be able to leave.”

“Whatever darkness is looming about this town,” stated Seer to the rest of the group. “We have to do what Team Unown does best and put an end to it.”

“Yeah! Nobody eats us and gets away with it,” cheered Guts.

“But we weren’t eaten yet,” pointed out Lucky.

“And you won’t be with an attitude like that,” the chubby Chespin added.

“Um, anyway, we need to find out more about what’s going on,” instructed Holmes. “For now, we’d best split up. Seer and I will head to Town Hall and talk with the mayor. If anyone will know what’s going on, it’ll be them.”

“I’ll try asking around town for the whereabouts of any Pikachu,” said Luna. “If anyone would be willing to cooperate with us, it would be them, considering they seem to be the ones targeted.”

“And we’ll check the nearest tavern,” replied Guts.

“Not a bad idea,” said Seer. “There’s bound to be plenty of gossip to pick up there.”

“Actually, I was hoping to get something to eat first,” he admitted. “Can’t work on an empty stomach, after all.”

“Sounds good to me,” agreed Lucky. “I don’t want to be eaten before I get a chance to eat, myself.”

“You wanna eat yourself?” laughed Guts.

“I don’t know?” pondered Lucky as they made their way to the tavern. “Do you think I taste good?”

“I’m not sure if it was a good idea after all,” commented Seer.

“To let them go off on their own?” asked Holmes.

“To have them on our team,” she specified. “We’re in the belly of the beast, possibly in a literal way in the not too distant future and they don’t seem the least bit intimidated by it.”

“Well, they do stay cool under pressure,” pointed out Holmes as he and Seer made their way to Town Hall.

“And that just leaves me to look around for some Pikachu,” Luna as she began her search, but barely taking more than a few steps forward, she suddenly saw a giant shadow appear over her. Turning around nervously, she saw a pair of the Dufflepouch Raichu glaring down at her with the same hungry eyes as the first one she met.

“We’re really glad we finally got the chance to talk to you in private,” one of them said, scaring Luna even more.

“U-Um,” she trembled as she looked up at the two massive mice. “C-Can I help you?”

“You most certainly can,” the other one answered. “Come with us to the lab. We’re always in need of more pseudo-chus to experiment on.”

“Pseudo-chu? Experiment on?” she repeated, liking this less and less and didn’t care for any of it before they even started talking. “Sorry, but I’m not interested.”

“We didn’t ask if you were interested or even requested you come with us,” one of the Raichu further elaborated as they moved in closer to her. “You will come with us and you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

“Yeah, the big boss rewards anyone who can help him with his ultimate goal,” drooled the second Raichu. “I bet we’ll both get a couple big fatty Pikachubs to gulp down. Been far too long since we’ve gotten the chance to have one, two or three days, I think.”

“He was so right about them,” the other replied rubbing his belly and licking his chops. “Tasty little guys, especially when they’re made not so little anymore.”

“Then you are all really eating Pikachu,” worried the Emolga as she wrapped herself in her cape-like pelt. “And I bet you plan to eat me too.”

“Not quite yet, but soon,” they cackled. “Now, you can either come under your own volition or under ours. What’s it gonna be?”

“H-How about… neither!” she said into a shout as her cheeks sparked with surging power before she unleashed Flash to light up the area. The two Raichu tried to shield their eyes from the blinding attack, but they were not quick enough to react. Their sight was overwhelmed and everything in their vision was bright white. After a few seconds their vision started to clear up and they could just faintly see their prey fleeing.

“Ugh! She pulled one over on us,” one of them cried as they fumbled about, bumping into one another as they waited for their vision to be restored enough for them to move about properly.

“We were careless, but we’ll get her,” the other groaned. He was able to see better little by little until he could properly see his paw in front of his face. “I can see, but I can’t see where that little pseudo-chu went.”

“She couldn’t have gone far. Let’s split up and look. We’re bound to find her and it isn’t like she can escape our leader’s hunting grounds.”


“Are you sure it’s a smart move to go meet with the mayor?” asked Seer as she and Holmes made their way to the town hall. Along the way, they spotted more of the Raichu patrolling the area, many glancing over at them curiously. “With how things look, these Raichu might even have taken over the government here. And, if they have, we’d be walking straight into danger.”

“I’ve considered that,” he admitted. “And I’m almost positive that’s the case. However, we’re at least bound to get some answers, if not from the leader of this group, at least one in a high enough position to know something.”

“Like they would tell us anything,” replied Seer looking around. “And, in case you were wondering, my psychic powers aren’t working on them. They must be at least part Dark Type, so my abilities won’t be much help. Add to the fact that you’re flying and we’re both at a huge disadvantage.”

“Still, you can use Teleport in the event we need a quick escape,” he told her quietly. “Just be ready to use it at a moment’s notice.”

“Gotcha,” she nodded after taking in a breath.

The Noctowl and Espurr walked up the marble stairs of the town hall building and approached the receptionist desk. They had expected either one of those large Raichus or another Pokemon giving off a very nervous vibe as they constantly glanced over at any video cameras focused on them. Instead, however, they met a Pikachu, of all Pokemon, standing there and rather contently.

“Good day to you two,” the Pikachu said to them happily. “I don’t believe I’ve met you two before. My name is Chuchu and welcome to Zarontown.”

“Nice to meet you too, Chuchu,” Holmes returned the greeting. “I’m Holmes and this is my friend Seer.”

“Hi,” she replied as she curiously looked him over, most curiously at his pink eyes and his fat, doughy frame.

“What’s the matter?” he asked innocently. “Is there something on my face?” With his paws he rubbed his cheeks, though there was nothing to wipe off of them. “Did I get it?”

“Uh, no,” replied Seer, looking at him confused. “I mean, I wasn’t staring because there was something there. I was staring because you, well, you’re a Pikachu.”

“Yes I am,” he nodded patting his cheeks, making them wobble. “Yellow fur, lightning bolt tail, adorable red cheeks.”

“Yeah, but this town is capturing Pikachu,” she explained. “Surely you must realize that if you and could be targeted any day now. How can you act so calm?”

“Well, that’s hardly a mystery,” he answered. “I have nothing to fear while my master, Zaron is large and in charge around here.”

“Zaron?” noticed Seer. “So, the town was named after him?”

“It was renamed when he took charge,” answered Chuchu. “And Zarontown has a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself.”

“That name,” pondered Holmes. “It sounds familiar and not in a good way.” Bringing a wing to his beak, he bit onto it as he tried to dig deep into his memory.

“Is something wrong?” worried Seer, seeing the seriousness and despair in Holmes’s eyes.

“I feel like I’ve almost remembered that tragedy from long ago,” he said before turning back to Chuchu. “Uh, would it be alright if we were to meet with, uh Mayor Zaron, was it?”

“He’s in his office and I’m certain he’d be delighted to meet you,” the chu answered assuringly and then reached for a button on his intercom, but stopped short. “Oh, who should I say wishes to see him?”

“Just tell him it is Team Unown,” replied Seer.

“Righto,” he nodded and proceeded with the call. “Hello, Zaron?”

“Hi, Chuchu. How is everything?”

“Fine, sir. You’ve got some guests from Team Unown. If you’re not too busy, they’d like to talk with you.”

“Send them in right away. I’d be happy to help a Pokemon Team in any way that I can.”

“You heard the chu,” Chuchu told them. “Just head in the door behind me.”

“Thanks,” stated Seer. “You’ve been a lot of help.”

“Anytime,” he said happily and watched them walk around his desk and then to the door. Once they walked in, Chuchu peeked beneath his desk at the Cubone that was whimpering underneath, with his paws over his muzzle. “And you can go back to manning your desk,” he told him. “Sorry for the inconvenience, but we’re in the midst of a huge breakthrough and we really can’t afford trouble from some meddling Pokemon Team. You understand, don’t you?”

With a whimper and a nod, the Cubone responded with a meek, “Uh huh.”

“Well, I’d best be off,” he smirked. “I’d hate to miss out on the big breakthrough, especially if Joule tries to take all the credit.”

“Why are you doing this?” the Cubone managed to gather up the courage to ask. “You’re a Pikachu, but you’re helping them to eat your own kind. Is it to save your own skin?”

“I do it so my master can achieve his goal of devouring all the Pikachu in the world,” answered Chuchu proudly. “I’d gladly allow him to consume me should he wish to do so. It just so happens that he needs me as his loyal follower more than as more flab on his belly, for the moment. The day he fattens me up big as him so he can swallow me whole and double his weight is what I dream about every night.”

“You want to be eaten?” wondered the Cubone even more confused. “Why? What could possess you to want that to happen? What sort of hold does he have on you?”

“A hold?” pondered Chuchu. “He has no hold on me. I have been a loyal follower to Master Zaron all my life. He is both my beginning and my end. My greatest joy and the one I wish only to acknowledge me as the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. There is no other reason for my loyalty to him.” As he said this, his mind suddenly started to wander and a sudden migraine ached in the Pikachu’s head. “Ugh… ow, my head. I must be working too hard, but no time to rest now. I’d best get going.” Giving his head a few rubs, Chuchu hurried off.


“So you are Team Unown,” spoke Zaron from his office as the massive, blobby Raichu looked down at Holmes and Seer. On his desk were a few large stacks of paper. Some stacks were types of forms, but two, in particular, were the registries of every Pikachu in the town. One stack was placed on the desk on a paper holder reading, “Out” while an equally larger stack was labeled “In.” “Or at least, a couple members of your group. To what do I owe the honor?”

“He’s even bigger than all the other Raichu,” whispered Seer. “He could probably use his belly for a beanbag chair for a Snorlax.”

“I heard that,” snickered Zaron. “And my glorious gut could seat at least three Snorlax. Also, if you have any more flattery fattery for me, please share it with me. I can never get enough praise for my bigness.”

“We’ll be sure to do that,” replied Holmes remaining calm as he spoke. “But, how about you help us by telling us what is going on with this town? Why are all the Pikachu being rounded up and what’s with this new breed of Raichu?”

“Oh, those are just some of the changes I’ve made since coming to power with a very hostile takeover,” he admitted quite smugly.

“You’re just admitting it outright?” questioned Seer. “That is a bit unexpected.”

“Well, that plan is over and done with,” he smirked. “My current plan is far grander in scale. Would you lot care to help me? I could use more volunteers in my experiments.”

“And just what are the purpose of these experiments?” wondered Holmes, seeing this as their chance to gather information.

“To devour Pikachu, of course,” he answered. “It’s been my one and only goal from the very start, even back then when I once lived in this very town and was forced to flee for that very reason. Now I’m back with avengence… and extra love handles!”

“Devour Pikachu?!?” cried Seer. “So, you are another vorer, another monster.”

“Monster makes what I am sound quite villainous and evil,” commented Zaron, rubbing at his multichin. “Well, I suppose I’d be seen that way by those who don’t share my ideals. Still, at the very least, you could call me the ‘king of monsters’ or something more grand like that.”

“I remember now,” sweated Holmes. “The report about how in a single night countless Pikachu went missing in this town. It turned out they were consumed by a single Pokemon, this one, though at the time he was a regular Raichu. His body might have changed from evolution and packing on an extra ton or two, but he’s the same in every other way.”

“Thank you,” cackled Zaron. “I’ve done my best to improve my shape. Feeding my Pikachubs special cheese to plump them up big and huge, turning them into delicious cheese balls for me to gulp down one after another. It does wonders to my figure. But let me just add that I am far from who I once was. Since then, my goals have grown even greater. I am far more than the mere chu that yearned to eat. No, to do just that would eventually end with my defeat time and again and I’d never fulfill my destiny. In order to succeed I need enough power to conquer this world and become an unstoppable force. That’s why I’ve begun to amass my army, for starters.”

“Then you’re the cause of all these new Raichu?” asked Seer. “You discovered a new means of evolution?”

“I happened upon this new means a while ago and learned of its wonderful potential,” he bragged. “And there was no reason I had to keep it for myself, so I made more Raichu like myself. They’ve even gained the same gluttonous desire for Pikachu as myself as a result. It did result in a number of Pikachu using Thunder Stones to evolve so they could join our ranks, but soon, the issue of our limited, primary food source will be a thing of the past.”

“This is just another crazy scheme by another gluttonous Pokemon,” snapped Seer. “We won’t let you get away with it.”

“And what’ll you do?” he asked. “Report this to the National PokeGuard? Sorry to say, but all outside communication has been cut off. The only exception is the phone in the cheese factory, a place none will ever reach and don’t think you’ll be able to escape this city to get in touch with them that way either. You might not have realized it yet, but entering this city is the same as walking right into my maw and getting swallowed whole.”

“I think we’ve learned plenty,” whispered Seer to Holmes. “We have to get out of here, get the others, and get out now.”

“Then, quickly, use Teleport,” he instructed her.

“Okay,” she nodded. “Here we g-” As Seer was about to use her psychic powers, she was suddenly caught in a powerful suction from behind that swept her off her feet and into the hose-like tail of a Dufflepouch Raichu.

“Seer?!?” cried Holmes as he saw the tail and saw the bulge that was his teammate, getting pulled through it. Following her as she was sucked through it, it went around the room and led back to Zaron who had been just been sitting at his desk the entire time. “You! Zaron!”

“Did you think I’d simply monologue like some cliched villain?” he told him with even more smugness on his face as he leaned in close enough for the Noctowl to be able to count his chins. “Dufflepouch Raichu tails are quite dextrous and can be manipulated as easily as any other limb. While you two were focused on me, I had it positioned to strike. Oh, and moves like Teleport will not work while inside the body of a Dufflepouch Raichu, if you were curious about that.”

“You fiend! You won’t get away with this!” snapped Holmes.

“And what are you going to do?” he asked. “Fight me? You don’t stand a chance. I suppose you could flee, but do you think you can outrun me?”

“Only one way to find out!” cried Holmes as he flapped his wings and flew up to be level with the giant Raichu.

“Bring it on,” grinned Zaron as his cheeks sparked. “It’s been ages since I’ve have a chance to battle.”

“Gladly!” he answered as he used Gust, not on Zaron, but the papers on his desk, scattering them all over and creating a smokescreen between the two of them.

“Hey! You won’t get away from me!” shouted Zaron as he tried to swat away the papers to find Holmes. With his tail, he attempted to try and suck him up, but with his vision impaired all he managed to capture were a number of the papers.

“There might not be time to save the others,” panted Holmes as he reached the door. “I might have to hope they can hold on till I can go get help.” As Holmes opened the he suddenly came face to belly with another Dufflepouch Raichu. In his haste to escape he bumped right into his belly and fell backwards onto the floor with a thud.

“Heheh, I told you that you wouldn’t get away,” laughed Zaron as most of the papers had fallen to the ground after those precious seconds Holmes bought himself expired. “You were captured the second you entered my city. If you had chosen to accept my law and order you and your team might have been able to live here peacefully, but now, every last member of your team will be apprehended and used as I see fit.”

“Y-You still won’t get away with this,” groaned Holmes. “Team Unown will stop you.”

“I highly doubt it,” responded Zaron as he sucked up the Noctowl to join Seer in his tail pouch. Zaron then turned to his fellow Dufflepouch Raichu. “Send word that the rest of Team Unown is to be captured immediately. They are hardly a threat, but we could always use new guinea pigs for our experiments.”

“I’m on it,” saluted the Raichu as he left Zaron’s office to notify the others.


“Which tavern do you think we should go to investigate first?” wondered Lucky as he and Guts walked down the street. “Should we try the Hungry Raichu, the Starving Raichu or maybe the Gonna Eat You Up Raichu?”

“Hard to decide,” admitted Guts. “They all sound so inviting. I usually tend to let my nose make the decision. My nose knows, after all.” Tilting his head back, Guts closed his eyes to sniff the air for any delicious aromas to catch his attention. Almost immediately, his sniffer caught wind of a pungent aroma and he started to walk towards the Hungry Raichu.

“Something smells extra tasty in there compared to everywhere else?” asked Lucky as he followed behind his chubby, Chespin friend.

“Actually, they all have the same tasty smell coming from them and this place is closest so check it out.”

“Alrighty,” agreed Lucky as they walked in and saw that, just like everywhere else, there were Raichu monitoring the area and all the other Pokemon, while trying to appear calm and casual, couldn’t help exude tension, keeping their heads down to avoid even glancing at the Raichu or any other Pokemon.

“Come on now,” one of the Raichu called out. “Doesn’t anyone wanna try some of the newest, tastiest cheese around? I mean, it’s cheese, for Zaron’s sake. What’s not to like about it, plus it’s free so that makes it even better!”

Despite his salesman pitch, he wasn’t having any luck getting any takers. If nothing else, everyone did their best to become completely unresponsive. They didn’t even attempt to get up to leave, fearing that mere act of standing would draw their attention to them.

“I’ll try one,” volunteered Guts, his sudden outburst causing everyone there to turn their head to him and Lucky as they entered the establishment. “What kind of cheese is it?”

“A totally new kind,” answered the Raichu happily as he lowered a platter for the two Pokemon to see. “We call it Pikacheese cause it’s cut into the shape of Pikachu tails. See.”

“Neat,” replied Guts as he picked one up to try.

“Uh, are you sure that’s such a good idea?” asked Lucky quietly into Guts’s ear. “We’re supposed to be investigating and with what we’ve already seen this cheese is highly suspect.”

“I know, but we won’t learn anything if we don’t take any risks,” Guts reminded him. “Just watch my back and I’ll watch yours. Besides, we’re not Pikachu so they have no reason to wanna eat us.”

“Now, don’t keep us in suspense,” the huge Raichu said as he smirked down at the Chespin. “Give it a chew and tell us what you think of it.”

Bringing the Pikacheese to his maw, Guts bit a piece off and chewed it up. Lucky watched on with a worried look while all the Raichu were gazing very carefully at the Grass-Type.

“Mmm, it’s very yummy,” he answered happily. “It’s got a nice tang to it and you said it was new? Does that mean you plan to start selling it?”

“Our boss does, but not until it is perfected,” explained the Raichu.

“Not perfect?” wondered Guts. “It tastes fine to me.”

“Yeah, but our boss has big plans and this cheese is at the center of it all,” he told Guts. “If it isn’t just right, then it’s wrong.”

“Well, I bet he’s on track to getting it right,” smiled Guts as he finished his piece of cheese. “Well, that was a nice little snack. Now to get something for lunch.”

“Why not have more cheese,” offered the Raichu. “We’ve got plenty, after all, and we haven’t had many other takers today.”

“Well, if you insist,” Guts quickly complied and watched as the whole platter was placed on a table. Taking a seat in front of it, Guts began happily munching on the cheese while the Raichu watched him have at it.

“Um, c-call,” stuttered the Ludicolo at the bar. He didn’t have to say who for everyone to already know the answer to that. One of the Raichu headed over to the bar and took the phone. The Ludicolo then returned to what he had been doing prior, wiping clean the same glass he had been for the last hour and a half.

“Hello?” he spoke into the phone. It was a fellow Raichu on the other end.

“Bossman Zaron has given us the order to capture and detain the members of Team Unown on sight. They’ve begun snooping around and we don’t need them causing unneeded trouble at this stage of the plan.”

“We’ll keep an eye out for them. What kind of Pokemon are they?”

“We’ve already captured two, a Noctowl and an Espurr. There is still an Emolga out there, but she’s probably been captured too.”

“Probably caught even before those two,” he chuckled. “We’re all looking to capture more pseudo-chus so the boss’ll give up a nice, tasty bonus. Any others?”

“Just a Chespin and a Spinda.”

“Well, a Spinda and a Chespin just walked into a bar-”

“Please, no stupid jokes.”

“No, seriously, they just did like two minutes ago. It’s probably the two you’re looking for.”

“Then suck them into your tail pouch and bring them over to the factory at once. Zaron plans to use them for his research.”

“The funny thing about that is we’ve already got the Chespin stuffing his face on some of that special cheese, right now.”

“Oh, well, any effect yet?”

“None we can see, but he only just started and it’ll take time for it to take effect. We’ll bring him over once we’ve observed him enough. In the meantime, we’ll try to discreetly capture the Spinda.”

“Then all this has pretty much sorted itself out. Carry on as you’ve been doing and if you’re lucky that this batch does yield the results Zaron has been hoping for, you and your squad will most certainly be handsomely rewarded. I’m quite envious of you now.”

“There will be reward aplenty for all of us once this Pikachesse is perfected.”

“Indeed,” drooled the Raichu with delight. “Perhaps a buffet of the soft, plump rodents as far as the eye can see. Wouldn’t that be the best thing ever?”

Returning his focus back to Guts, he smirked as he watched him continue to stuff his face on the cheese, eating one of the Pikachu tail -shaped cheeses after another with a big smile on his face. “Oh, yeah, a real thing of gluttonous beauty.”

“Boy, you’re really enjoying yourself,” commented the Dufflepouch Raichu as he approached Guts and looked him over quite curiously. “How do you feel?”

“I’m feeling much better,” he answered patting his gut. “I was really hungry.”

“Oh,” replied the Raichu, a bit of disappointment in his voice. “That’s all? You don’t feel anything else?”

“Well, I do feel gouda,” he chuckled. “And over the blue moon that you were kind enough to brie my friends. I’m quite fondu of cheese and will mozzerellish it all.”

There was a silence in the tavern for almost a full minute after Guts said all that. Finally, the Raichu spoke, struggling and a bit concerned as to how the cheese chewing Chespin would respond. “That was… quite a lot of cheese puns. Are you… some kind of comedian or something?”

“You cheddar believe it,” he smiled before chomping on another piece.

“Well, for being so darn… funny, have some more cheese,” he replied, placing a few more bowls of the stuff before him. “Have all you want. I insist.”

“I feta I could gorgonzola it,” he bragged punningly.

“Havarti...t,” replied the Raichu, quick to slap his face at making a pun of his own.

“Heheh, that’s a good one,” smiled Guts as he went on eating cheese. “I’ll have to remember that one for later.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to let him have that much cheese?” wondered another Raichu. “If he doesn’t show any changes soon we’ll already know it doesn’t affect him and we’d just be wasting testing supplies for no reason.”

“Do you wanna keep on hearing him spout out cheese puns?” he questioned him. “And it’s contagious. The fact that he got me to say one is provolone… Gah! Get them out of my head! Get them out of my head!”

“Take it easy,” the other Raichu told him with a Double Slap across his face to knock him back to his senses. “Keep it together, mon!”

“Thanks,” panted the Raichu rubbing both his cheeks after that attack. “Though one slap would have been plenty. Anyway, I see now that Team Unown cannot be underestimated. They are quite the formidable bunch beyond their outward appearance.”

“Team Unown?”

“It’s a Pokemon Team that has entered the city. We’ve got orders from the higher ups to capture them. From the way it sounds, save for these two, the others are already taken care of. Right now, we’ll let the Chespin be our guinea pig, but, as for the Spinda, we’ll take care of him now.”

Looking over at the Spinda, he was sitting at the bar with a glass of apple juice in his paws. With the end of a bendy straw in his maw, he happily sipped it up. Seeing this, the Raichu grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this one.”

Casually, he quietly approached Lucky till he was right behind him. Then, raising his tail up, he quickly used his tail to quickly suck him up before he end knew what happened. “Haha!” he cheered with victory, but quickly quieted down so as not to draw Guts’s attention towards him. Silently, he held up the end of his tail to show his fellow Chu. He expected to see him smirk and give him a thumbs up to congratulate him, but instead, he wore an awkward expression as he pointed at the seat the Spinda had been sitting at. Looking there, the Raichu was flabbergasted that he was still there, sipping on his juice as carefree as ever.

“But I sucked him up,” thought the confused electric mouse. “If he’s not in my tail… then what is?” Determined to find out, the Raichu opened up the flap in his tail tip to look inside. What he found, to his even greater surprise, was a bundle of dynamite like one would see in cartoons. Witnessing such dangerous explosives in his tail, fuses burning no less, the Raichu’s eyes bugged out.

In a panic, he looked around for a means to get rid of the explosive, but with only seconds to act, the Raichu panicked and sucked it all the way into his body. By the time he realized what he had done, it was too late. KABOOOM!!! The dynamite exploded, making his torso balloon outward, almost twice his normal size before he began to deflate back to normal, smoke seeping out of his nose and ears. Luckily, beyond that, he was no worse for wear.

Walking back to his fellow Raichu, he took a much needed rest, collapsing onto the ground, cushioned by his blubber. “Well, that was a thing,” he spoke, spewing more smoke from his maw. “Where did that come from?”


Meanwhile, in another dimension altogether… On a certain planet, on a certain island, and in a very peculiar home, a strange, chubby, white doglike creature was hard at work with some special training. Along with him was a rather rotund alien with four eyes and a Hawaiian shirt on.

“Where did you send big kablooey this time?” the alien, Dr. Jumba Jookiba asked the Womble, Kent.

“Um, well, I tried using my Mysterious Force powers to send it off the Hamsterviel’s Evil Vacation Space Station like you wanted,” he explained. “Did it work?”

“No,” he shook his head. “If it did, he’d definitely be on the phone shouting words of naughtiness at me. Since he hasn’t yet, I can only assume you must have sent it elsewhere.”

“Well, that could be just about anywhere in this world or the next, or practically anywhere in the omniverse for that matter. What if the bomb goes off and hurts someone? That’d be awful.”

“Hahahah,” laughed Jumba. “I am not evil genius for being evil stupid. The bombs are only capable of amusing cartoonish explosions. Nobody can get hurt. At most, they’d be irritated if they can’t take a joke.”

“If that’s all, then I guess we can practice some more,” decided Kent. “Ok, I’m sure I can get it right this time.”

“That’s the spirit,” nodded Jumba, tossing Kent over the next one to try his Mysterious Force powers on.


“It doesn’t matter,” the Raichu replied. “We gotta take care of that Spinda while we have the chance. Zaron would get upset if two of his minions can’t deal with a single blissfully unaware Pokemon. Now, I’ve got a plan. It’s a bit complicated and will require perfect timing and a bit of luck, but together, the two of us can pull it off.”

“Excuse me,” called Spinda as he approached the two Raichu, his legs crossed and a look of desperation mixed in on his dizzy-looking face. “Where’s the bathroom? I had too much apple juice.”

“Oh, well, it’s… right in here,” answered one of the Raichu, opening his tail for the Spinda to enter. “Go right in.”

“Thanks,” he smiled and gullibly ventured into the Dufflepouch Raichu’s hose of a tail, walking and then crawling his way through it.

“See, my plan went off without a hitch,” smirked the Raichu triumphantly.

“Uh, sure, but he’s still gotta go,” he pointed out. “And he’s in you now.”

“Sure is dark in here,” spoke Lucky’s muffled voice inside the Zaron’s tail as he neared the base of it. “But I must be getting close to the toilet.”

“Crap! Crap! Crap!” cried the Raichu as he ran with all his might to quickly deliver the Spinda into confinement. He rushed out and Guts, still chewing cheese remained completely unaware of his friend’s capture.

“I guess I’ll finish up here,” figured the remaining Raichu as he looked Guts over. “He should have more than enough cheese in his system by now, but there doesn’t seem to be any changes to his body yet. This batch might be another dud, but I’ll see if this works on him first.” Stealthily opening up his tailpouch, he let out some pheromones from it, allowing them to drift over to the Chespin. He then observed to see if they would have a reaction on him.


The cheese factory had gone through a ton of renovation after Zaron took over the town. With all the resources, building materials, technology, and Pokemon at his disposal, the place went from having a few simple machines to produce cheese and a warehouse to storing it, to something much more akin to a scientific laboratory that took up the entire block rather than one section of it. It was all built under Mischief Nyte’s watch and, before long, it was producing countless times more cheese than it had been, with the might of two Pikachu, now powered by both the town’s power plant, along with several dozen electric Pokemon to meet their high energy needs.

Not only was cheese production increased, but the warehouse had been greatly increased to store it all. While most of the space was used to store their experimental cheese, plenty was used to hold the cheeses they had begun to ship out to towns all over the region. It was only a matter of time before the first boxes would be opened and Pokemon were going to be able to get their first taste of Zaron’s fattening products, though as much as it made the hugely fat mouse snicker with amusement, it was but a childish prank compared to what he truly had up his neck folds.

A new add that was incorporated was the lab where Nyte was busily attempting to perfect his formula for the cheese. As he awaited the latest reports on the field test, he looked down upon the holding cells where dozens of Pikachu were being held, sadly waiting till they would be randomly selected to be fattened up into obese cheeseballs and fed to Zaron. As they waited, they saw a couple of the Raichu approach them and fearfully they all moved to the back of their cages.

“Relax,” one of them told the group of lab rats. “We’re dropping off, this time. No need to be afraid.” With a sigh of relief, the Pikachu managed to calm down, at least, they did for a moment before one of their cages was opened and one of the Pikachu was snatched up.

“Let me go!” cried the Pikachu, squirming and flailing about desperately. He attempted to use his electricity, but it was far from effective in harming Raichu holding him by the scruff of his neck. “You said you weren’t going to take any of us, chu.”

“Actually, I was lying about that,” he admitted shamelessly. “But don’t worry. The new pseudo-chu will take care of your place for you. Not like you’ll won’t need it anymore.” The other Raichu placed his tail into the cage and put it in reverse, forcing Luna out of it and into the cage, making her tumble into it. Before she was even able to react, he closed the door on her.

“Uh, what’s going on?” she groaned and looked around. “Where am I?”

“Your in the waiting cells with us,” cried one of the Pikachu in the cage adjacent to her. “Forced to wait here till they decide to make us into food for their leader, Zaron.”

“Then he really does plan on capturing and devouring every Pikachu in this town,” she said recalling what she saw earlier. “But why capture me? I’m not a Pikachu.”

“You’re a pseudo-chu,” another told her. “A Pokemon rather similar to a Pikachu. Genetically speaking, you’re like a distant cousin to Pikachu.”

“Then, I guess Zaron is running out of Pikachu around here, so he’s settling for Pokemon similar to Pikachu,” she commented as she watched the two Raichu preparing the Pikachu they swapped her out for. Placing him in a chair, they attached some wires on his cheeks and began to drain away his electrical energy, the sparks on his cheeks starting off big, but quickly reducing in size as they forced him to endlessly discharge till his battery was running on empty.

“He’s all tuckered out,” commented one of the Raichu, poking the wearily groaning Pikachu in the belly. “Time to fill him up.”

Taking a hose, they inserted it into the Pikachu’s maw and turned it on, quickly filling his maw with a tasty melted fondu of multiple cheeses. To the tired and hungry Pokemon, he couldn’t do anything to resist the flavor of food hitting his taste buds and began to gulp it down without hesitation. Barely a few gulps swallowed and the Pikachu’s belly began to swell outward with flab and the rest of his body was soon to gain pudge too, at an alarming rate.

The Pikachu in their cages turned away, not willing to look as another of their friends was being turned into a huge pile of yellow pudge. The Emolga couldn’t watch either, not while she knew that was to be her fate before long. “This is a nightmare,” she cried.

“It is, but Zaron’s hunger has only made it grow all the more twisted,” the Pikachu in the cage next to her explained. “We told you Zaron desires to eat Pikachu, but not just a lot or everyone in this city. He wants to eat every last one in existence, but when he took over here and he was able to eat his fill every day, something happened that even he didn’t expect.”

“What happened?” Luna asked, turning back to the Pikachu being stuffed as his body had already inflated near Hariyama proportions and was still getting fatter. His paws got lost in the bumps coming off his torso that were his arms and legs, while his chins got absorbed into his body and his head was starting to sink into it as well. After a bit more, the two feeders looked at one another, looking content that they had filled him enough for their master to enjoy. They removed the hose from his maw, hefted the heavy electric mouse up and carefully carried him off, gripping at his pudge as they held him over their heads. The last sound they heard from their friend was a belch of fullness, before he was taken out of the room and was brought to be eaten by Zaron himself.

“Despite being able to fatten up Pikachu even as big as that, Zaron found himself craving more,” the Pikachu continued. “The bigger and fatter he got, the larger he wanted his Pikachus, but, soon, it became clear to him that he could actually devour all the Pikachu in the world and then, he’d be without anymore to eat. Not wanting that to happen, Zaron began research into making more and that’s what started the hunt for pseudo-chus.”

“He decided to eat Pokemon close to Pikachu,” she concluded.

“Even worse! He decided to transform them into Pikachu and then eat them,” he revealed to her.

“He’s found a way to transform other Pokemon into Pikachu?” Luna cried. “I’ve been around and seen some very strange things, but something as crazy as this. It can’t be true. It has to be some sort of bad joke, even by Guts’s standards.”

“It’s true and we’re living proof of that,” he told her.

Hearing this, Luna’s jaw dropped and she looked at each and every Pikachu she could manage to see from her cage. “Then you all are… Then you’re not…”

“We weren’t Pikachu a few days ago,” sniffled another. “But after being forced to eat their special cheese we were transformed into what you see before you. And, once they get around to you, you’ll end up just like us.”

“Being a Pikachu, I could probably live with, but there’s no way I’d live with being eaten… again,” she sweated. “And I won’t let that happen. I have to get out of here with the rest of my team and put a stop to this.”

“You’re with a Pokemon team?” they asked her, getting a bit excited. “And they haven’t been captured?”

“Captured or not, we’ll find a way to succeed,” she assured them. “That’s just the kind of team we are. Now, is there anything else you can tell me?”

“There is one more thing we didn’t get to yet,” said the Pikachu, getting a grim look on his face. “Turning pseudo-chus into Pikachus was just the first step since our close genetics. Zaron’s ultimate goal from all his experiments has been to turn all Pokemon in Pikachu to devour them.”

“T-T-Turn all Pokemon,” she stuttered hearing that. “He actually plans to devour every Pokemon in the world? He’s even more insane than I thought. Has he managed to get that far?”

“Luckily, they haven’t managed to find the proper formula to turn any Pokemon into a Pikachu yet. But, when they do, they’ll likely mass produce enough cheese to ship to every city in the region. By the time anyone realizes it, half the population will be nothing but Pikachu. After that, Zaron’s hunger will only grow that much greater.”

“All the more reason for us to stop him now,” replied Luna, unable to wonder if they’ve gotten into a situation that was even too big for them to handle.