PokeFlavors 1

After my previous experiment that ended voraciously, I thought it'd be a good idea to run with that incident, tasting and eating Pokémon. I thought it'd be good to start with my personal favorites.

1) Grovyle is at the top of my list. Even my own species is only second. Grovyle has been my top as long as I can recall. Praising aside, I've never actually eaten one. Guessing by appearance, they'd taste like a plant, maybe meaty.

I had to, erm, retrieve one from a delectable (urp) trainer. For some strange, inconceivable reason, they can't be found in the wild. Probably due to them being the first nine Pokémon in this region. Anyway, with the Pokémon in hand in ball, I can now release it (and after digesting my last meal). The ball clicks, growing and then releasing the Grovyle in a red light. It looked around a bit, then noticed me (transformed to look like its old trainer). The Grovyle walked to me, somewhat puzzled by the lack of motive and strange setting. Admittedly, an artificially lit, steel room probably wasn't the best idea as far as gaining its trust goes. Still, it seemed to trust me. I opened my arms in a gesture known as a hug, hoping the Pokémon would accept/understand the gesture. He lit up metaphorically and hugged me back. With him firmly in my hands, I can easily eat him, due to his dropped guard.

And I do so.

Much to his surprise, his head suddenly is incredibly wet and slimy. The first thing I taste on him is the leaf, which tastes like - well, a leaf. Nothing special. The Grovyle hasn't start to react yet, so I extend my mouth down and my throat up, swallowing the Grovyle up (ulp). His actual skin tastes salty, and like meat. There is a hint of leafy fiber, but not as much as the actual leaf. It's also lightly misted, like dew. Grovyle's starting to react somewhat violently, so I'll have to finish this. I lightly bite down on the Grovyle and turn him up into the air, now upside-down, and realign my neck. Gravity finishes the job, sliding him tastily down my throat. He tastes more or less the same down the rest of the body, leaf blades excepting, tasting like leaves.

Gravity pulls him into me, the Grovyle unable to do much but flail. My stomach was starting to be forced to distend with the mass of the Grovyle filling it, and it letting out a hungry gurgle. With a satisfying glurk and belch, he finally was entirely in my stomach, unable to escape. He struggled as much as he could in the crowded bag of flesh. He stopped when suddenly the stomach let out a loud GURRRRGLLLLE as it finally began digesting. I was sitting down, lying against the wall, helping to speed up the digestion. My stomach began to turn and churn, dizzying my meal. At about this time I fell asleep, satisfied with my experiment.

2) I woke up later, switching from a stone to a gelatinous Ditto, no evidence, besides more of my own genetic material, and this document, that a Grovyle ever existed here. Next, my 2nd favorite happens to be my own species - Ditto. Cannibalism somewhat, but we're all more or less similar. Although in particular, I've been interested in a mutation that results in a green Ditto rather than pink.

Our capture rate isn't very high - mostly due to we can disguise as inanimates, among other things. But we can easily identify our own selves. I can obviously just taste-test myself, but I'd be biased, and besides, I want a 'shiny' Ditto for myself. I teleported to Kanto, our most common staying place. A green Ditto also happened to lurk around here. The main issue here isn't finding (I can see it from here, disguised as tall grass), it's the consuming. Us being Dittoes, we're likely to just distill each other into nothing. So I'd have to choose a good predator to actually consume the Ditto (and taste it besides). A Dodrio seems to be sufficient for consuming the gelatinous Pokémon. I transform into the Dodrio, immediately startling the shiny Ditto out of disguise. It stumbles (as much as a gelatin can, anyway) surprised by the sudden 6' bird. By the time it recovered, I had already run over, diving my three beaks into it. It tastes of sweetly sour pudding, a soft, creamy, thick texture. It goes smoothly and warmly down my three throats, causing an orgasmic bliss, only a third of which would be accomplished with one throat. I peck down again, the Ditto itself narrowly dodging my beak, but me still taking away parts of it, swallowing joyfully. At last I manage to grab the Ditto's self in my beak, enjoying the slightly salty taste of optic molecules and its mouth. It goes down my middle throat somewhat reluctantly, but it can't argue much as a gelatin. It attempts to transform, but it can't concentrate among the churning, along with various glorp, grrrgles from the stomach, and a modest urrrrrrp from me. As per before, I fall asleep to my stomach's white noise.

3) I wake up, immediately letting out a subtle urp, the last of that Ditto. And notice something strange.

My body's turned a pale purple rather than pink, a lilac color. My guess is it was an unintended side effect of the blending of two Dittoes' colors, hence things like the existence of a fairly known navy blue Ditto. Anyways.

Next on my list is Porygon Z. An evolution (gone wrong, arguably) of the first digital Pokémon species; the only issue is that, well, it's digital. Due to it not existing physically, I'll have to meet it on its own metaphysical plane, by transforming into one of it's own. I transform into a Porygon Z, and change dimensions, entering a green, wireframe digital world. It is full of various evolutions of Porygons, even a few not native to this dimension (a turret-shaped Porygon?). But there are several Porygon Z's floating around and teleporting erratically.

One noticed me and its head turned sideways with interest. It seemed to suspect me, unsure of my true self. I acknowledged its concern by transforming into a Kecleon. The Porygon's head spins the remaining 270°, and teleports in front of me. I lick my lips as it attempts to study me curiously. It detaches a presumed arm in order to poke me. Quickly, I twist around and wrap my tongue around its arm, pulling it from it against its magnetic attachment to the main body. It tastes mostly of nothing. Metallic, not cold though. A bit... electrical too, like a soda. It's strange, and not exactly filling either. After taking it slides down my throat like just an object, and doesn't fill my stomach more than a feather would.

The Porygon's head makes a revolution at the event of its arm being consumed, and it moves directly in front of me, inspecting my face closely. It forced open my mouth, peering inside, interested in my non-artificiality. Possibly also seeking its arm, it began to force its way down my esophagus, much to my own surprise. After helping it down, I changed again to a Porygon Z (albeit with a stomach for holding) and teleported back to the physical world. The Porygon Z I captured promptly teleported out of me in front of me, surprising me. It rotated its recovered arm, and looked at me. I promptly reverted to a lilac Ditto. Its head spun around at realizing my true form. It waved at me happily, then spun and disappeared in an explosion of pixels.

4) Porygon was odd. That one seemed friendly enough, though. Rotom was next. One should be fairly easy to find, it liking to wreak havoc.

Sure enough, one was. A report of a nearby house reported a dangerous and laughing lawnmower. I slithered over there to find a lawnmower chasing a human around. It was cackling playfully, paying no attention to me as I approach it.

At least, until I come right over it. It stops suddenly, and exits the lawnmower. I absorb the lawnmower, achieving nothing, and promptly spit it back out. The Rotom snickers at me and darts inside the house.

I transform into a Lickitung and follow it in, warily. The house is colored a fiery orange, unfortunately interfering with identifying the Rotom. Although, I do hear a loud sparking in the washer's room. In that room, there's a washer and a dryer, the washer with a slight blue, static electricity around it. I rolled out my extended tongue, tasting over the camouflaged Pokémon. It was metallic, and electric. Nothing too special, but that's the downside of non-organics.

The dials on the washer suddenly bent into an oval. The meter bent to an insidious grin. It ripped the pipe connected to the washer out of the wall and aimed it toward me. It then suddenly started a suction from the pipe, getting my long tongue stuck on it. I tried to retract it, but my tongue slipped and fell into the pipe. It was slowly slurping my tongue into it. I attempted finally to return my tongue to genetic material. It helped nothing, that bit of me got separated from me. I watched it splash around inside the washer, when the glass door flipped open. The Rotom's electrical clamp grabbed me, holding me in place for the moment.

The situation was increasingly going downhill. I had to bail out promptly. I reverted to Ditto, but he sent a charge through me, stopping me. The electrical aura extended over my entirety and he lifted me into the air, and he tossed me into the washer and slammed the door. I reconnected with the portion he sucked in earlier, but I'm not able to do much with that small portion.

There was a series of beeps, a ping, and then the washer started up. The Rotom chortled as I begun being tossed around dizzily. I spun, the outside becoming a blur, for what I think was a few minutes. Then a liquid started pouring out the sides of the machine. Water? No, the Rotom controlled the machine and he replaced it with... gastric acid! I watched as the green acid and my lilac began to blur and blend into a muddied purplish color. Spinning and churning, artificial digestion. I could feel myself losing some of my self, dissolving away. The Rotom laughed at my predicament, and the irony. Predator turned prey. I slowly lost consciousness, fading to black.

5) I woke up in a field.

I am smaller than before, but still lilac. Some of me had been digested away, but otherwise I was fine.

Last on my Top 5 was another grass-type, Snivy. It was pleasing to finally have another organic Pokémon to eat, even if it would be the same taste as the Grovyle earlier(and smaller too).

One unsuspecting trainer later, I have a Snivy. He comes out of his Pokéball and looks at me cautiously. He knows something is wrong, just not what. So I answer his concerns by transforming into a Heatmor. Immediately, he jumps back and glares at me in a fighting pose. I chuckle and extend a long, cooled, prehensile tongue out, slurping all over the pokemon. He, again, tastes of grass and leaf, particularly on its tail. After absolutely sliming him all over, I grab his tail with my tongue as he flinches in disgust to the coat of saliva now dripping off him. I retract my tongue, his tail coming with it. Vines extend from him as he attempts to pull himself from me by latching onto a nearby tree. He pulls his vines and my tongue taut, with himself in the middle. My tongue begins reverting at parts, but I quickly reform it. He strains as more force is put on his vines. I hear a series of snapping and popping, and assume his vines are breaking.

But instead, the tree snaps, and comes flying to me. My tongue, having been retracting, whips the Snivy and tree toward me. The Snivy hits first, sliding into my mouth. I quickly gulp it down to prevent it from escaping with a nice, hard GULLLLP! I sigh as he enters my stomach, and am promptly hit by a tree going 40 mph. Everything goes black.

I wake up momentarily and watch a Snivy stand up and wipe some lilac gel off him. He turns around and looks at me with a smirk on his face. He turns again and places his leaf on me. It glows white, and I see parts of me turn white and flow into his tail. I slowly fade to black again.