It was going to be a cold day out today. Leo could always tell, since he had such a keen eye for the weather. As a dragonite, Leo was aware of the impressive status his species held, and it was well deserved.
Dragonites were very rare, and only a few very ambitious and lucky trainers were able to catch one, or even get a dratini and then one day evolve it all the way into a dragonite. But Leo had no interest in being caught and kept inside a pokeball. The few occurrences in his life where he was seen by eager trainers, he scared them enough to send them packing, never coming around to his home in a cave in the mountains ever again.
However, unlike most dragonites, Leo wasn’t very nice.
In fact, he could be downright cruel.
Leo was a carnivore. Pretty much exclusively with very few exceptions.
If you were unlucky enough to run into him, and you weren’t very big, odds are he’d try to eat you. Before you wound up in his gut, however, there would inevitably be a few things you’d notice about him.
First, he’s smelly. The dragonite never bathes, and when he does, it is in mud, like he’s a hippo. His feet don’t smell too pretty either, and he doesn’t care, because the second thing about him: he has a shameless foot fetish.
He never misses an opportunity to torment his prey with his feet. Leo always takes the time to take a seat and sandwich his meal in between his feet, looking at their miserable faces as they’re stuck in between his giant feet, taking in their musky odor. Sniffing, licking, and sucking his prey’s feet and toes is also a must for him, and depending on whether his food is an animal, another pokemon, or even a human or an anthro, he keeps footwear as trophies.
Leo yawned, waking up from his slumber. The dragonite stretched his wings as he rose to two feet and scratched his belly. He hadn’t eaten in a couple days, and he hadn’t needed to. A couple days ago a hapless teenage human trainer and his teenage vixen friend were out exploring in his territory. He was hungry, so what the heck was he supposed to do, ask them for food?
He ate the vixen first and trapped the human boy safe under his rump until his ritual with the girl was over. He undressed her, tearing off all her clothes with his eager claws, but careful not to damage her socks and shoes. As he grabbed both of her socks and shoved them against his snout he got a deep whiff of the more earthy musk/smelliness of the fox’s feet. Leo found it irresistible. Human feet were probably his favorite, however.
The human’s sweat combined with the natural scent of his feet were intoxicating. Leo made sure to give them both good compliments on the smell and taste of their feet as he sampled and slobbered all over them. And once they were both safe in his belly, Leo ate the rest of their clothes, but kept their shoes and socks as sweet and smelly things to play with long after they were finished digesting.
“Ohhh, you two made such a good meal.” He said to himself as he shook his gut with both arms. “And there is still some fun to be had.”
The dragonite walks towards the opposite wall of his cave, where a blanket lay. Under the blanket were the vixen and human’s socks and shoes. He figured that keeping them warm and under a blanket would trap the scent in, meaning that he could enjoy them for quite a while.
Swiping the blanket off, Leo picked up the human’s shoes and raised them to his nose. As he inhaled, taking in a monster of a whiff, his tongue fell out of his maw. God, these are intoxicating. Humans have such great smelling feet, he thought. Such a sweet kind of smelly.
“Kid, your feet were fantastic.” Leo looked down at his belly, as if the boy were still alive. “But, these things aren’t going to retain their lovely scent forever. I got to part with them while they’re still so yummy.”
Opening his maw wide, he gave the pair of socks one final sniff as they descended into his slimy, smelly maw. If someone thought that the socks smelled bad, Leo’s breath would have made them seem floral. The scent of digesting meat was powerful, along with the dragonite’s tendency to eat anything and everything.
He closed his mouth around the socks, chewing and sucking on them to get the delicious taste of human feet out of them. Leo moaned as if did, rubbing his belly as he clung to the euphoric memory of eating the human. The taste washed over his tongue like a sauce, and, raising his neck high, he GULPED the smelly footwear down his gullet, sending them to his stomach to suffer the same fate as their owner.
“AARARAAARRRPPPPPP!” Leo pounded his chest as he unleased the burp, and his cave began to smell like a combination of the dragonite’s breath on the boy’s feet. “Socks are excellent for dessert. They really make a dragonite feel right.” He chuckled.
Then his laughter was cut short. He heard a fluttering in the air, and a few sniffs with his snout followed. Leo recoiled, sticking his tongue out in disgust as he grinded his teeth in frustration.
It seemed that unwanted visitors had arrived.
Leo hated bats more than anything. The dragonite viewed them as nothing more than worthless, disease-ridden vermin, and every time he stomped one or whacked one out of the air, he was doing a public service.
Though, despite his irritation at the sound of bats coming to take refuge from the cold in his cave, a warm feeling of happiness washed down to his toes. Yes he hated bats, but he LOVED killing them.
“Disgusting pests.” He said, angrily. “Ohhh, I’m going to relish the feeling of your blood between my toes.”
Sometimes even pokemon bats weren’t off limits. While he was way more sympathetic to them, he did kill the occasional zubat. But it was normal bats that were the biggest victims of his wrath.
Leo hid deeper in his cave, not wanting to scare away the bats that had yet to show up. After half and hour, he stuck his head out, sniffing the air and listening out to try to figure out how many bats had taken roost in his home. From the sound and smell of it, it was about 90 bats.
“Yeah, with that number, I’m going to kill them in all sorts of ways.” Leo giggled with excitement, rubbing his claws together.
Then, like a burst of an explosion, the dragonite dashed out of hiding and out into the open part of the cave where all the bats were just getting comfortable.
“ROOOOOAAARRRRRAAAARRGGHHHH!” bellowed the dragonite at the top of his lungs. It was his typical war cry for bat extermination.
The bats immediately began fluttering out in terror, but Leo was faster than them. He opened his maw wide and unleashed a dragonbreath attack at the roof of the cave. He didn’t want to burn them to death, though a handful did die, as several fell to the ground in flames like war planes. It pleased him so to see the bats on fire, plummeting to their death, but that wasn’t the most fun way to kill them.
His flame attack did the trick. The remaining living bats, about 70, become disoriented, and began to fly out all about, some of them even flapping deeper into the cave. Others weren’t so lucky. The fire wounded them, and they fell onto the ground, haplessly trying to flap their wings to get away.
The dragonite snickered to himself. He’d deal with the bats on the floor later. They weren’t going anywhere.
He walked deeper into the cave, where the bats were fluttering frantically around. Sometimes they bumped his gigantic body, and then went on their way. Then one bumped right into his massive gut, then fell to the floor, flapping weakly.
“Awww, you poor thing.” Leo smiled. “My grand physique to much for you? Well, farewell, my diseased vermin friend!”
The dragonite raised his foot into the air, smirking toothily as he began to lower it, then the full weight of his foot came crashing down onto the floor.
The sound of all the tiny bones shattering under the dragonite’s foot was music to his ears. He grounded his sole into the ground, making sure the life of the poor thing was long gone.
Raising his foot, blood dripped from his sole, and a detached wing, ear, and foot were lodged in between his toes. Leo laughed. He loved it when that happened. With the destroyed carcass stuck to his smelly foot, the dragonite raised his foot high, and with impressive dexterity, shoved his foot in his maw, sucking all the meat off.
“Mmmmm…” Leo moaned. And when he was done, he swallowed the dead bloody thing down his gullet.
“Ahh. That’s one more down.” He clapped his claws together in excitement.
The bats fluttering around didn’t stand a chance. One by one, the giant pokemon strode around the cave, whacking bats out of the air with his claws like a tennis player. When they hit the ground in defeat, he stomped them one by one, grinding their tiny bodies under his awful foot, and repeated the ritual of eating them to dispose of the bodies.
“AAARRRRRRRRPPPPPPPUUURRAAAPPPPPP!” he let out a gigantic belch, as he ended all the ones the were still airborne. “Half the flying rats are gone!” Leo smiled evilly as he remembered all the ones injured by his dragonbreath. He turned to them, and they were still flopping on the floor like fish, just waiting to be killed.
With the grace of a humpback whale, the dragonite leaped into the air above most of the remaining bats, showing off his giant gut as he belly-flopped through the air.
CRACK! SPLAT! CRUNCH!
Leo laughed as the sound of dozens of bats being squashed under his belly filled his ears. There was no chance any of them survived the weight of the falling dragonite.
Sitting up, he smirked seeing all the broken little bat bodies attached to him. He peeled them off like candy and shoved his smelly maw full of them like a hungry child, chewing loudly with his maw open as he savored their taste.
“ULP! Ahhhhh.” His tongue fell out of his mouth. God, bats might be useless, nasty vermin, but WOW did they taste good.
Now there were only a few left. Leo counted ten. Ten more pointless lives that the dragonite had the pleasure of ending. His final method of killing them was one he didn’t always do, because he typically killed them all before getting to do it, but it was just as fun, if not more fun, than the belly-flop of death.
Leo turned away from them, shaking his tail happily in anticipation. His thick hips and thighs swayed in excitement, as he rose on his tip toes for just a second and-
The dragonite’s massive rump crashed down on the remaining living, uneaten bats. Just like with his feet, he wiggled his hind with all his strength, both to ensure the death of all the pests and to get his rump cozy on them.
After minutes of grinding, he stood up, and wiped off some small bodies that were stuck to his rump. Most of them stayed on the ground, with their lifeless, broken bodies sat still.
“Ugh, this is my least favorite part of exterminating.” He sighed. “Being done with it. Oh well, there’s many more bats still left in the world.”
Scooping them up one by one, the dragonite gathers the dead bats in his claws, licking his lips at the lifeless mess in his claws. Like a bowl of mashed potatoes, he buries his snout into his claws, lapping up the bats like chow.
Gulping all the food down, Leo licked his lips, making sure there were no severed ears or wings still stuck in between his teeth.
“AARRRRRRAAAARRRRPPPPPPPP!” The dragonite rubbed his gut proudly. “I killed 90 bats today, meaning…. I have a lifetime tally of 5033! When I get to 10,000, I’ll have to have a party with my pals. Seriously, I should start my own pest control company. Leo’s Bat-Killing Services! Can’t promise I won’t get bat blood stains everywhere!”