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Team Maverick and the Plumpening Mystery Dungeon - Chapter 1
Team Maverick sets out on what they think is a wild goose chase as their captain takes them through a dungeon they haven't been in since they were silver rank. Thunder wants to find these "riches and treasures" he's been convinced exist, and unfortunately, or fortunately, their captain turns out to be right, as he finds the entrance to a strange but delicious new world!
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Thunder could feel the excitement in his chest and cheek pouches as they hiked their way through the Silent Chasm. As soon as the Raichu descended the natural staircase to the eighth-level basement, he took a breath of cavern air, adjusted the Big Eater Belt around his prominent belly, and hefted his blue shorts. “Guys, we’re almost there, I can feel it!” he squeaked as he turned back to his companions.
Behind him was a black Quilava with green flame ducts shaped like four-pointed stars and green extremities. A red shawl made from Deluxe Ribbons was draped over his shoulders like an elegant curtain. The light in the dungeon danced off of its golden accents, which were woven in from Gold Ribbons, and a Special Band, a blue ribbon to stand out against the red, tied it all together. A green sash was wrapped around his waist and underneath that was expensive-looking silk purple pants. His green eyes shone like stars and blinked as he adjusted his specs matter-of-factly. “We are also on the penultimate floor of the dungeon,” said Orion. “It is a relatively short one. No matter how often its structure and form shifts, it generally only has nine floors.”
“Yeah, and Thunder still found a way to sleep through half of this baby dungeon!” barked a large Croconaw-Zangoose hybrid behind them as he effortlessly batted away a wild Yanma. Mithril’s fierce red eyes were full of self-assuredness and confidence. His body was covered in white fur, and like most Croconaw, he had a large and powerful maw. Unlike most Croconaw, however, he had two large ears on either side of his head. A spiked collar hung around his neck and red tufts of fur wrapped around his wrists like cuffs. He wore a pair of crimson shorts that matched his eyes and trailing behind him was a thick and powerful white tail with red fur at the tip.
Thunder’s face reddened and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Heh heh, sorry, Mith! I don’t mean to step on every Slumber Trap, I swear! They sneak up on me!”
“In his defense, this dungeon didn’t have traps the last time we stepped foot in it,” said Orion. “It has been quite some time. Not since we were still under my mother’s guild.”
“That long, huh,” Mithril said wistfully. “Heh, even then I was still carrying your fat backside while ya napped! Maybe that’s why it feels so familiar!”
“Well, that, and you’ve had to do it once every other floor since we’ve come here,” Orion teased.
Thunder waved them both off. “You guys say that like neither of you have fallen for your fair share of traps! Is the mysteriosity rating still low?”
“Yes,” Orion said, checking the Wonder Map, “however, it does appear to be rising.”
He beamed and giggled. “Good! That means according to the letter, we’re getting close!”
“I suppose,” he said with an air of skepticism. “But I still think this letter is dubious. What if this is just baseless speculation and there’s nothing there?”
“Then, uh, we would’ve had a lovely walk down memory lane?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure if a stroll down memory lane is worth two days' worth of travel. But, I suppose we won’t know until we get there and see for ourselves.”
“That’s the spirit! Besides, what if it is something?”
He twiddled his fingers. “Then, err, I hope that it’s something small.”
“Aw don’t be scared, Orion! Ya got us!” Mithril chimed in with a big grin.
“What a terrifying thought,” Orion replied, smiling behind him.
The trio’s remaining trek through the dungeon was brief, given that the wild Pokémon here weren’t much of a threat to the veteran team. Despite their relative youth, they were Master rank, and when a team was ranked that highly, they were more than out from under the thumb of the Explorer’s Guild, they could be one of the thumbs. They were their own bosses and explored and did missions at their leisure. Long past were the days of rude awakenings from their instructors. There weren’t any taskmasters telling them what to do, when to do it, and how to do it, and if they didn’t do this or that correctly, they wouldn’t get dinner either. Thunder hated not getting dinner. It was the worst. Now he could laze the whole day away with his friends, wake up at noon, and eat all the dinner he wanted. Or, on days like these, they could travel the world whenever they wanted.
As they approached the end of the dungeon, a large rocky wall stood before them. It was a dead end, but Thunder received a letter the other day that convinced him otherwise. It was addressed specifically to him and his team, Team Maverick. Orion of course, warned that this was already a red flag, and doubled down when it promised treasure and riches beyond their wildest dreams. The team had more than enough Poké to retire and live in the lap of luxury from the numerous missions they’ve done. And if that wasn’t enough, both he and Orion were children of a renowned and since-retired rescue team, with Orion’s mother in particular heading her own guild. But once Thunder had read about orchards of trees with miles of nothing but Perfect Apples and entire fields of Mega Donuts, he insisted. Even if it was a scam, Thunder was never one to turn down an adventure, at least not until after he woke up.
Thunder beamed and bounced on his feet ecstatically. “What’s the mysteriosity rating?”
Orion checked the map again. “Well-oh! It's four now. Localized to this area in particular. That’s…certainly strange. Usually, the mysteriosity rating is consistently low, if not non-existent, in these novice dungeons…”
“See? I bet that letter was right!” he exclaimed.
“So what exactly are we looking for? A tear in space?” asked Mithril.
“Well, no, uh,” Thunder rubbed the back of his head. “I think we’re looking for a secret entrance.”
“You think?” Orion said with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t know what you’re looking for?”
Thunder shrank a bit and gave the two of them a sheepish grin.
The two exchanged faces. “That’s a no,” they said near-simultaneously.
“Hey! Nuh-uh!” He whined. “The letter didn’t say! It just said the end of Silent Chasm! Look, I bet we just have to feel along these walls! Maybe it’s like one of those uh, whatchamacallits! Mega gates!”
“Magnagates,” Orion corrected with an adjusting of his specs, “and you don’t stumble upon them like they’re some sort of item you find in a dungeon, they’re created with Enter Cards, which we don’t even have.”
“I bet this is some sort of trick by one of those prankster teams like Team Skull and Team Meanies,” Mithril said, scanning his surroundings for a potential ambush.
“Relax!” Thunder reassured him as he groped along the walls, pulling and pressing against the stone. “None of those teams would think about attacking a high-ranking team like ours.” He gasped. “Hey! Maybe this is it!”
Orion gaped. “You can’t be serious.”
His ears dipped slightly when he pulled out a loose slab of rock and tossed it aside. “Uh, nope!”
“Hey! Be careful, you dunderhead!” He scolded, “Getting potentially tricked is one thing, but I’d rather you not get trapped under a rockslide!”
“Oh yeah, oops!” He went back to groping the walls again until he found a particularly soft spot. “Hey uh, Orion? Is there such a thing as a soft rock?”
“Well, relatively speaking, there’s a form of rock called sedimentary rock, and-”
“Soft rocks aren’t a thing,” Mithril interjected. “Why?”
“Well, there’s a soft rock here-” he pushed against it, only for the rock to immediately give way and pull him in. “Whoa!” He yelped. He heard Mithril and Orion cry out. His eyes widened as the world fell away before him and the next thing he knew it, he was tumbling through the air. He let out a loud cry as he sped toward a collection of large rocky outcrops. He braced himself for impact, expecting to be in a world of hurt after slamming into a rock. Instead, the outcrop felt spongy on impact, and it bounced him to one outcrop after another as if he were falling down a flight of stairs, before finally hitting the ground.
“Ungh,” he groaned in pain as he shook away the stars in his vision and climbed to his feet. His mouth hung agape as he let out a gasp. His eyes widened, this time in sheer awe. He was surrounded not by dozens of rocky outcrops, but by towers of pancakes that stretched up to the blue sky. Dozens of small waterfalls and streams of butter and syrup flowed into a large blended savory and sweet river that glistened in the sun. Even the ground under his feet was soft and airy like he was walking on one big flapjack. He couldn’t help but take a deep whiff of all the succulent scents as they mixed together. It was like constantly waking up to the fresh smell of breakfast. “Aw, dude…” he said, completely mesmerized until a drop of drool hit his tummy and he had to slurp back the proceeding strand. “This is way better than Perfect Apples and Mega Donuts! What is this place?! Am I in heaven?”
He reached down and tore off a piece of the ground, and after smelling that it too was pancake, he tossed it in his mouth. It coated his taste buds in spongy syrupy savoriness, before melting and spreading in his mouth. “Mm! That’s so good!” He savored the bite and swallowed it down. He bounced excitedly on his feet. “This is so awesome! I don’t even have any words!” he squeaked. His mind was racing with thoughts and possibilities. Is there more than just pancakes? What if there is? What if there’s a whole food world out there? That made him nearly faint right then and there. He ran down to the running river of syrup and gazed at the reeds made of French toast. He tore one off and dipped it in the river, then devoured it whole. It was nigh-perfection. Pure euphoric jubilance. “Dudes! Mith! Orion! You gotta try-” He looked behind him, only to see his friends weren’t there. “Mith? Orion?” He called out. “Oh, right,” he rubbed the back of his head. In all his ravenous revelry, he’d forgotten his present circumstance. Aw man, if only they were here. He thought, more disappointed than anything else. But now that I’m here, how am I going to find them? Orion has our toolbox, so I can’t use a Rollcall orb. And if they jumped in right after me, I would’ve heard them shouting…I think.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard flapping. He did a double take when he saw a Butterfree made of French toast flapping around with waffle wings. “Aw man, lucky! I want waffle wings!” He whined. When she turned to see him, it tilted its head, as if considering something. Oh, she’s not feral! Thank goodness! Usually, a feral Pokémon found either in dungeons or in the wild would charge right at an explorer or actively hunt them down until they fainted. It was rare for them to show signs of intelligence. “Hey!” He called, carefully approaching it. “I’m Thunder, captain of Team Maverick! I’m an explorer! Nice to meet you!” he held out his paw to shake.
She exchanged glances between him and his paw before shaking it with both of its soft and sticky hands.
“Oh thank Arceus you’re not a feral Pokémon! So, I’m kinda lost and I’m looking for my friends, you haven’t seen them, have you? One’s a big white fluffy Croconaw with a spiky collar and red pants? He has a bit of a belly like I do too. The other is a Quilava. He doesn’t have as much of a belly, but he does wear a fancy red and gold cloak. Now that I think about it, he might use it to hide his belly…”
She tilted her head again.
He chuckled. “Heh heh, sorry, I ramble and trail off a lot! You can’t really talk, can you?”
She shook her head.
“Do you have a name?”
She nodded, before conjuring a waffle in front of herself and handing it to him.
He gasped. “Oh wow! For me?! Thanks!” He took it and immediately stuffed his face with it. It was as delicious as everything else was, if not even more so. “Waffles are my favorite,” he said, patting his belly. “I could eat them all day! But I guess you can kinda tell that, huh?”
She just stared at him, before conjuring another waffle and handing it to him.
He took it and gulped it down, savoring every bite. “I’m so jealous, I wish I could just poof waffles into my paws! Are you guys the opposite here? Do you guys take people out for dinner before you learn names?”
She gave him an annoyed look and waved her arms, before conjuring yet another waffle and giving it to him.
He took it and ate it. “How do you do that?! You don’t even need butter or syrup, it's like it comes with it! Mmmf!” He gulped it down before realization dawned on him. “Wait…ooooh, your name is Waffle!”
Waffle nodded slowly and gave him a slow clap of her hands.
“Hehe, sorry! Mom always said there was a reason she named me Thunder instead of Lightning.”
She pointed at his tummy.
“What? Is there something on my-...oh…okay so there might be more than one reason!” He huffed as his face reddened.
She grinned, then grabbed his arm and gently tugged him before fluttering ahead of him.
“Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”
She pointed at him, then pointed to a group of rocky outcrops and tugged at him again.
“You want me to go there?” He asked. “I don’t know, I shouldn’t really move. It’s Explorer 101 not to move much if you get separated. Are my friends there?”
She nodded and tugged at him again insistently.
“Oh!” He beamed excitedly, “Well why didn’t you say-oh. Err, right. Can’t talk. Lead the way!”
She grinned again and led him toward a particularly large rocky outcrop that was about the size of a two-story house. It had several hollowed-out holes, with one close to the ground like a front door. Even the door was made from waffles.
“Is this your house?” He asked, doing his best not to take a chunk from the door and eat it.
She nodded again and opened the door.
Immediately a wave of fresh buttery scent hit him. “Ooh, that smells nice,” he said as he crossed the threshold and glanced around. It was a remarkably roomy house, although the minimalist amount of furnishings made it feel empty. “Orion? Mith?” he called out. While neither Orion nor Mithril came out to greet him, a variety of four more French toast Butterfree flew down a tunnel to greet him. “Oh. Well, it’s nice that you have friends, but I’m looking for my friends.”
Waffle pointed at him, then gestured toward the other Butterfree and herself and shook her own hand.
“They can’t be my friends, I barely know them!”
One of the four Butterfree flew up to him, conjured some French toast, and held it out to him.
“Okay, maybe we can be acquaintances, but not friends!”
Another one of the four Butterfree flew up to him and offered him a freshly conjured bacon.
“Awww, shucks, okay! Friends it is! But I’m still looking for my best friends!”
A third Butterfree insisted that he took and ate the frosted strudel it just conjured.
He rubbed the back of his head. “You guys really want to feed me, huh? Well, I’m not normally one to turn down free food, but I should find my friends before I pig out!”
All of the Butterfree, including Waffle, grinned at him and began flapping their wings as a pink sparkling powder swirled around him.
“Hey, what are you…” The scent of a freshly made breakfast gently massaged his nose. A smile couldn’t help but spread on his face as his body was overcome with the relaxing sensation of waking up on a bright and sunny morning to the savory smell of pancakes and the crispy crackling of bacon. His mind became hazy and slow, like he had just inhaled laughing gas. Everything started to feel light and airy like he had just flopped onto a comfy and fluffy cloud. “Guhhh…” he droned.
Now that their trap had been sprung, he could see their grins for what they actually were. It was a devious duper’s delight and he had strolled right into whatever scheme they had planned. He’d feel a bit abashed about it if he didn’t find it all stupidly humorous. He laughed and watched giddily as the Butterfree all fluttered about him and went to work wrapping his body in String Shot batter until all but his head was wrapped nice and snug in a fluffy waffle burrito. He then felt himself get lifted with Psychic as a few more strands of sticky batter attached him to the ceiling.
Waffle flew up to him, still wearing a devious grin on her face.
Thunder gave her a loopy grin. “Hehe, you tricked me!”
Waffle nodded gleefully as she and her compatriots all hovered just above him.
He watched helplessly, and excitedly, as a plethora of waffles, strudels, pancakes, and strips of bacon were all telekinetically levitated up to him. When Waffle gave a signal, they all converged into his mouth, and he couldn’t help but have a goofy giddy grin on his face as he gorged himself on them all.
He gulped down syrupy buttery lusciousness after sweet fruity delicacy after savory salty goodness. They came slowly, one after another, letting him savor each bite before they stuffed him with another meal. Butter and syrup dribbled messily from his mouth. His fluffy prison gradually got more and more snug against him with each gulp. The band of his pants hugged his waist. His Big Eater Belt stretched against his belly. But who could be concerned about such trivial matters when they were experiencing heaven? All he could think of, all he could comprehend, was food. Wonderful food, glorious food, and consuming said glorious and wonderful food, and the best part of all of it was that it just kept coming.
Deliciousness graced his taste buds again and again and he helplessly yet blissfully welcomed it with open arms every time. Meaningless worries like the increasingly snug cocoon against his larger round belly and bigger and more plump bum, the tightness of the waistband of his pants, and the ever-stretching Big Eater Belt, had melted away along with his surroundings. He was full and sated, he had been since at least seven waffles, seventeen slices of bacon, and ten strudels ago. But then there was a thirteenth waffle. A fourteenth one. A twentieth strip of bacon, followed by a twenty-first. A fifteenth strudel, followed by a sixteenth and seventeenth both at once. It was all so euphoric and blissful, so cozy and toasty, like curling in front of a fireplace after a large meal. Drowsiness crept through his body and made its way to his eyes. His eyelids grew heavier with each blink. Yet despite this, the marching breakfast barrage continued and he piggishly accepted more. Deep down, he could never not want more. He gluttonously and voraciously conceded to more.
His pants also conceded to his fattening tush, slowly and seamlessly tearing apart. Moments later, another ripping sound tore through the room as his prison joined in the concession, having long since struggled to hold its heavy-hinded prisoner, and spilled him onto the ground. He flopped to the floor and crashed sending a slight tremor through the house. His cartoonishly chubby belly and his rotund, plump, thick, waffle-themed brief-clad bum were now unveiled for all to see. “Oof…” He let out a loud and long belch. The Butterfree all roared in a squeaky, high-pitched, fey-like laugh. He didn’t mind. He was too sleepy and comfy to mind. Too full and satiated to care. They weren’t even the first random crowd to see him in his underwear. Even as he felt his belly getting rubbed and poked, even as he felt a drum solo being played on his fat drumset of a rump, some part of him found it all silly. He was struggling to stay awake now. Even if he could move, his body and mind were too lazy to move. Fortunately for him, Waffle was kind enough to descend in front of him. She still wore a big grin on her face, and it seemed to only get bigger as she gently lifted his chin and conjured another waffle.
“Mrff…” was the only thing Thunder could grunt. Not even he knew what he was trying to say. All he knew was that said waffle was shoved into this maw. He gulped it down. It hit his tummy with a cartoony -bwump- and once it did, he sorely lost his pitiful one-sided fight against slumber, and promptly dozed off.
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Thunder could feel the excitement in his chest and cheek pouches as they hiked their way through the Silent Chasm. As soon as the Raichu descended the natural staircase to the eighth-level basement, he took a breath of cavern air, adjusted the Big Eater Belt around his prominent belly, and hefted his blue shorts. “Guys, we’re almost there, I can feel it!” he squeaked as he turned back to his companions.
Behind him was a black Quilava with green flame ducts shaped like four-pointed stars and green extremities. A red shawl made from Deluxe Ribbons was draped over his shoulders like an elegant curtain. The light in the dungeon danced off of its golden accents, which were woven in from Gold Ribbons, and a Special Band, a blue ribbon to stand out against the red, tied it all together. A green sash was wrapped around his waist and underneath that was expensive-looking silk purple pants. His green eyes shone like stars and blinked as he adjusted his specs matter-of-factly. “We are also on the penultimate floor of the dungeon,” said Orion. “It is a relatively short one. No matter how often its structure and form shifts, it generally only has nine floors.”
“Yeah, and Thunder still found a way to sleep through half of this baby dungeon!” barked a large Croconaw-Zangoose hybrid behind them as he effortlessly batted away a wild Yanma. Mithril’s fierce red eyes were full of self-assuredness and confidence. His body was covered in white fur, and like most Croconaw, he had a large and powerful maw. Unlike most Croconaw, however, he had two large ears on either side of his head. A spiked collar hung around his neck and red tufts of fur wrapped around his wrists like cuffs. He wore a pair of crimson shorts that matched his eyes and trailing behind him was a thick and powerful white tail with red fur at the tip.
Thunder’s face reddened and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Heh heh, sorry, Mith! I don’t mean to step on every Slumber Trap, I swear! They sneak up on me!”
“In his defense, this dungeon didn’t have traps the last time we stepped foot in it,” said Orion. “It has been quite some time. Not since we were still under my mother’s guild.”
“That long, huh,” Mithril said wistfully. “Heh, even then I was still carrying your fat backside while ya napped! Maybe that’s why it feels so familiar!”
“Well, that, and you’ve had to do it once every other floor since we’ve come here,” Orion teased.
Thunder waved them both off. “You guys say that like neither of you have fallen for your fair share of traps! Is the mysteriosity rating still low?”
“Yes,” Orion said, checking the Wonder Map, “however, it does appear to be rising.”
He beamed and giggled. “Good! That means according to the letter, we’re getting close!”
“I suppose,” he said with an air of skepticism. “But I still think this letter is dubious. What if this is just baseless speculation and there’s nothing there?”
“Then, uh, we would’ve had a lovely walk down memory lane?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure if a stroll down memory lane is worth two days' worth of travel. But, I suppose we won’t know until we get there and see for ourselves.”
“That’s the spirit! Besides, what if it is something?”
He twiddled his fingers. “Then, err, I hope that it’s something small.”
“Aw don’t be scared, Orion! Ya got us!” Mithril chimed in with a big grin.
“What a terrifying thought,” Orion replied, smiling behind him.
The trio’s remaining trek through the dungeon was brief, given that the wild Pokémon here weren’t much of a threat to the veteran team. Despite their relative youth, they were Master rank, and when a team was ranked that highly, they were more than out from under the thumb of the Explorer’s Guild, they could be one of the thumbs. They were their own bosses and explored and did missions at their leisure. Long past were the days of rude awakenings from their instructors. There weren’t any taskmasters telling them what to do, when to do it, and how to do it, and if they didn’t do this or that correctly, they wouldn’t get dinner either. Thunder hated not getting dinner. It was the worst. Now he could laze the whole day away with his friends, wake up at noon, and eat all the dinner he wanted. Or, on days like these, they could travel the world whenever they wanted.
As they approached the end of the dungeon, a large rocky wall stood before them. It was a dead end, but Thunder received a letter the other day that convinced him otherwise. It was addressed specifically to him and his team, Team Maverick. Orion of course, warned that this was already a red flag, and doubled down when it promised treasure and riches beyond their wildest dreams. The team had more than enough Poké to retire and live in the lap of luxury from the numerous missions they’ve done. And if that wasn’t enough, both he and Orion were children of a renowned and since-retired rescue team, with Orion’s mother in particular heading her own guild. But once Thunder had read about orchards of trees with miles of nothing but Perfect Apples and entire fields of Mega Donuts, he insisted. Even if it was a scam, Thunder was never one to turn down an adventure, at least not until after he woke up.
Thunder beamed and bounced on his feet ecstatically. “What’s the mysteriosity rating?”
Orion checked the map again. “Well-oh! It's four now. Localized to this area in particular. That’s…certainly strange. Usually, the mysteriosity rating is consistently low, if not non-existent, in these novice dungeons…”
“See? I bet that letter was right!” he exclaimed.
“So what exactly are we looking for? A tear in space?” asked Mithril.
“Well, no, uh,” Thunder rubbed the back of his head. “I think we’re looking for a secret entrance.”
“You think?” Orion said with a raised eyebrow. “You don’t know what you’re looking for?”
Thunder shrank a bit and gave the two of them a sheepish grin.
The two exchanged faces. “That’s a no,” they said near-simultaneously.
“Hey! Nuh-uh!” He whined. “The letter didn’t say! It just said the end of Silent Chasm! Look, I bet we just have to feel along these walls! Maybe it’s like one of those uh, whatchamacallits! Mega gates!”
“Magnagates,” Orion corrected with an adjusting of his specs, “and you don’t stumble upon them like they’re some sort of item you find in a dungeon, they’re created with Enter Cards, which we don’t even have.”
“I bet this is some sort of trick by one of those prankster teams like Team Skull and Team Meanies,” Mithril said, scanning his surroundings for a potential ambush.
“Relax!” Thunder reassured him as he groped along the walls, pulling and pressing against the stone. “None of those teams would think about attacking a high-ranking team like ours.” He gasped. “Hey! Maybe this is it!”
Orion gaped. “You can’t be serious.”
His ears dipped slightly when he pulled out a loose slab of rock and tossed it aside. “Uh, nope!”
“Hey! Be careful, you dunderhead!” He scolded, “Getting potentially tricked is one thing, but I’d rather you not get trapped under a rockslide!”
“Oh yeah, oops!” He went back to groping the walls again until he found a particularly soft spot. “Hey uh, Orion? Is there such a thing as a soft rock?”
“Well, relatively speaking, there’s a form of rock called sedimentary rock, and-”
“Soft rocks aren’t a thing,” Mithril interjected. “Why?”
“Well, there’s a soft rock here-” he pushed against it, only for the rock to immediately give way and pull him in. “Whoa!” He yelped. He heard Mithril and Orion cry out. His eyes widened as the world fell away before him and the next thing he knew it, he was tumbling through the air. He let out a loud cry as he sped toward a collection of large rocky outcrops. He braced himself for impact, expecting to be in a world of hurt after slamming into a rock. Instead, the outcrop felt spongy on impact, and it bounced him to one outcrop after another as if he were falling down a flight of stairs, before finally hitting the ground.
“Ungh,” he groaned in pain as he shook away the stars in his vision and climbed to his feet. His mouth hung agape as he let out a gasp. His eyes widened, this time in sheer awe. He was surrounded not by dozens of rocky outcrops, but by towers of pancakes that stretched up to the blue sky. Dozens of small waterfalls and streams of butter and syrup flowed into a large blended savory and sweet river that glistened in the sun. Even the ground under his feet was soft and airy like he was walking on one big flapjack. He couldn’t help but take a deep whiff of all the succulent scents as they mixed together. It was like constantly waking up to the fresh smell of breakfast. “Aw, dude…” he said, completely mesmerized until a drop of drool hit his tummy and he had to slurp back the proceeding strand. “This is way better than Perfect Apples and Mega Donuts! What is this place?! Am I in heaven?”
He reached down and tore off a piece of the ground, and after smelling that it too was pancake, he tossed it in his mouth. It coated his taste buds in spongy syrupy savoriness, before melting and spreading in his mouth. “Mm! That’s so good!” He savored the bite and swallowed it down. He bounced excitedly on his feet. “This is so awesome! I don’t even have any words!” he squeaked. His mind was racing with thoughts and possibilities. Is there more than just pancakes? What if there is? What if there’s a whole food world out there? That made him nearly faint right then and there. He ran down to the running river of syrup and gazed at the reeds made of French toast. He tore one off and dipped it in the river, then devoured it whole. It was nigh-perfection. Pure euphoric jubilance. “Dudes! Mith! Orion! You gotta try-” He looked behind him, only to see his friends weren’t there. “Mith? Orion?” He called out. “Oh, right,” he rubbed the back of his head. In all his ravenous revelry, he’d forgotten his present circumstance. Aw man, if only they were here. He thought, more disappointed than anything else. But now that I’m here, how am I going to find them? Orion has our toolbox, so I can’t use a Rollcall orb. And if they jumped in right after me, I would’ve heard them shouting…I think.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard flapping. He did a double take when he saw a Butterfree made of French toast flapping around with waffle wings. “Aw man, lucky! I want waffle wings!” He whined. When she turned to see him, it tilted its head, as if considering something. Oh, she’s not feral! Thank goodness! Usually, a feral Pokémon found either in dungeons or in the wild would charge right at an explorer or actively hunt them down until they fainted. It was rare for them to show signs of intelligence. “Hey!” He called, carefully approaching it. “I’m Thunder, captain of Team Maverick! I’m an explorer! Nice to meet you!” he held out his paw to shake.
She exchanged glances between him and his paw before shaking it with both of its soft and sticky hands.
“Oh thank Arceus you’re not a feral Pokémon! So, I’m kinda lost and I’m looking for my friends, you haven’t seen them, have you? One’s a big white fluffy Croconaw with a spiky collar and red pants? He has a bit of a belly like I do too. The other is a Quilava. He doesn’t have as much of a belly, but he does wear a fancy red and gold cloak. Now that I think about it, he might use it to hide his belly…”
She tilted her head again.
He chuckled. “Heh heh, sorry, I ramble and trail off a lot! You can’t really talk, can you?”
She shook her head.
“Do you have a name?”
She nodded, before conjuring a waffle in front of herself and handing it to him.
He gasped. “Oh wow! For me?! Thanks!” He took it and immediately stuffed his face with it. It was as delicious as everything else was, if not even more so. “Waffles are my favorite,” he said, patting his belly. “I could eat them all day! But I guess you can kinda tell that, huh?”
She just stared at him, before conjuring another waffle and handing it to him.
He took it and gulped it down, savoring every bite. “I’m so jealous, I wish I could just poof waffles into my paws! Are you guys the opposite here? Do you guys take people out for dinner before you learn names?”
She gave him an annoyed look and waved her arms, before conjuring yet another waffle and giving it to him.
He took it and ate it. “How do you do that?! You don’t even need butter or syrup, it's like it comes with it! Mmmf!” He gulped it down before realization dawned on him. “Wait…ooooh, your name is Waffle!”
Waffle nodded slowly and gave him a slow clap of her hands.
“Hehe, sorry! Mom always said there was a reason she named me Thunder instead of Lightning.”
She pointed at his tummy.
“What? Is there something on my-...oh…okay so there might be more than one reason!” He huffed as his face reddened.
She grinned, then grabbed his arm and gently tugged him before fluttering ahead of him.
“Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”
She pointed at him, then pointed to a group of rocky outcrops and tugged at him again.
“You want me to go there?” He asked. “I don’t know, I shouldn’t really move. It’s Explorer 101 not to move much if you get separated. Are my friends there?”
She nodded and tugged at him again insistently.
“Oh!” He beamed excitedly, “Well why didn’t you say-oh. Err, right. Can’t talk. Lead the way!”
She grinned again and led him toward a particularly large rocky outcrop that was about the size of a two-story house. It had several hollowed-out holes, with one close to the ground like a front door. Even the door was made from waffles.
“Is this your house?” He asked, doing his best not to take a chunk from the door and eat it.
She nodded again and opened the door.
Immediately a wave of fresh buttery scent hit him. “Ooh, that smells nice,” he said as he crossed the threshold and glanced around. It was a remarkably roomy house, although the minimalist amount of furnishings made it feel empty. “Orion? Mith?” he called out. While neither Orion nor Mithril came out to greet him, a variety of four more French toast Butterfree flew down a tunnel to greet him. “Oh. Well, it’s nice that you have friends, but I’m looking for my friends.”
Waffle pointed at him, then gestured toward the other Butterfree and herself and shook her own hand.
“They can’t be my friends, I barely know them!”
One of the four Butterfree flew up to him, conjured some French toast, and held it out to him.
“Okay, maybe we can be acquaintances, but not friends!”
Another one of the four Butterfree flew up to him and offered him a freshly conjured bacon.
“Awww, shucks, okay! Friends it is! But I’m still looking for my best friends!”
A third Butterfree insisted that he took and ate the frosted strudel it just conjured.
He rubbed the back of his head. “You guys really want to feed me, huh? Well, I’m not normally one to turn down free food, but I should find my friends before I pig out!”
All of the Butterfree, including Waffle, grinned at him and began flapping their wings as a pink sparkling powder swirled around him.
“Hey, what are you…” The scent of a freshly made breakfast gently massaged his nose. A smile couldn’t help but spread on his face as his body was overcome with the relaxing sensation of waking up on a bright and sunny morning to the savory smell of pancakes and the crispy crackling of bacon. His mind became hazy and slow, like he had just inhaled laughing gas. Everything started to feel light and airy like he had just flopped onto a comfy and fluffy cloud. “Guhhh…” he droned.
Now that their trap had been sprung, he could see their grins for what they actually were. It was a devious duper’s delight and he had strolled right into whatever scheme they had planned. He’d feel a bit abashed about it if he didn’t find it all stupidly humorous. He laughed and watched giddily as the Butterfree all fluttered about him and went to work wrapping his body in String Shot batter until all but his head was wrapped nice and snug in a fluffy waffle burrito. He then felt himself get lifted with Psychic as a few more strands of sticky batter attached him to the ceiling.
Waffle flew up to him, still wearing a devious grin on her face.
Thunder gave her a loopy grin. “Hehe, you tricked me!”
Waffle nodded gleefully as she and her compatriots all hovered just above him.
He watched helplessly, and excitedly, as a plethora of waffles, strudels, pancakes, and strips of bacon were all telekinetically levitated up to him. When Waffle gave a signal, they all converged into his mouth, and he couldn’t help but have a goofy giddy grin on his face as he gorged himself on them all.
He gulped down syrupy buttery lusciousness after sweet fruity delicacy after savory salty goodness. They came slowly, one after another, letting him savor each bite before they stuffed him with another meal. Butter and syrup dribbled messily from his mouth. His fluffy prison gradually got more and more snug against him with each gulp. The band of his pants hugged his waist. His Big Eater Belt stretched against his belly. But who could be concerned about such trivial matters when they were experiencing heaven? All he could think of, all he could comprehend, was food. Wonderful food, glorious food, and consuming said glorious and wonderful food, and the best part of all of it was that it just kept coming.
Deliciousness graced his taste buds again and again and he helplessly yet blissfully welcomed it with open arms every time. Meaningless worries like the increasingly snug cocoon against his larger round belly and bigger and more plump bum, the tightness of the waistband of his pants, and the ever-stretching Big Eater Belt, had melted away along with his surroundings. He was full and sated, he had been since at least seven waffles, seventeen slices of bacon, and ten strudels ago. But then there was a thirteenth waffle. A fourteenth one. A twentieth strip of bacon, followed by a twenty-first. A fifteenth strudel, followed by a sixteenth and seventeenth both at once. It was all so euphoric and blissful, so cozy and toasty, like curling in front of a fireplace after a large meal. Drowsiness crept through his body and made its way to his eyes. His eyelids grew heavier with each blink. Yet despite this, the marching breakfast barrage continued and he piggishly accepted more. Deep down, he could never not want more. He gluttonously and voraciously conceded to more.
His pants also conceded to his fattening tush, slowly and seamlessly tearing apart. Moments later, another ripping sound tore through the room as his prison joined in the concession, having long since struggled to hold its heavy-hinded prisoner, and spilled him onto the ground. He flopped to the floor and crashed sending a slight tremor through the house. His cartoonishly chubby belly and his rotund, plump, thick, waffle-themed brief-clad bum were now unveiled for all to see. “Oof…” He let out a loud and long belch. The Butterfree all roared in a squeaky, high-pitched, fey-like laugh. He didn’t mind. He was too sleepy and comfy to mind. Too full and satiated to care. They weren’t even the first random crowd to see him in his underwear. Even as he felt his belly getting rubbed and poked, even as he felt a drum solo being played on his fat drumset of a rump, some part of him found it all silly. He was struggling to stay awake now. Even if he could move, his body and mind were too lazy to move. Fortunately for him, Waffle was kind enough to descend in front of him. She still wore a big grin on her face, and it seemed to only get bigger as she gently lifted his chin and conjured another waffle.
“Mrff…” was the only thing Thunder could grunt. Not even he knew what he was trying to say. All he knew was that said waffle was shoved into this maw. He gulped it down. It hit his tummy with a cartoony -bwump- and once it did, he sorely lost his pitiful one-sided fight against slumber, and promptly dozed off.
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