This choice: Gardevoir, the lovely lady type. • Go Back...Chapter #5Gross, Gassy, Gluttonous Gardevoir by: Godot   You are Gardevoir, the Embrace Pokemon. Most Gardevoir are elegant, slender pokemon, comprable to a classic noblewoman. Many are believed to be goddesses, because of their great beauty and endless empathy towards humans and pokemon alike. Most Gardevoir are lovely, beautiful, and adored by everyone they meet.
You are not most Gardevoir. You are by name, yes, but you oppose everything they stand for.
Your appearance is that of a fetid, disgusting slob. Instead of a fit, shapely body, you are portly, most notably your overstuffed ass and belly your belly is nothing but rolls of fat. Your pale white skin, normally silky smooth, is smudged and smeared with filth, and your sweat forms a thin film of slime making you sticky to the touch. Your short green hair is matted and stuck with dirt and grime, and your face is covered in various foodstuffs, with crumbs lining your saggy cheeks. Your long, white, silken dress worn by all Gardevoir kind is so filthy that it is dyed a greenish brown.
Not to mention your smell. Your breath reeks as if you'd french kissed a Skuntank's anus, your burps make anyone in their line of fire go temporarily blind from the acrid stench. Your body odor is so foul that it actually distorts the air around you, creating visible stench around you, and choking anyone who gets too close. And of course, your farts. Your flatulence is so lethal, so rancid, that you could fart and take out a flock of Butterfrees flying above. Your smells are legendary, tales are even told that on one day you made a Muk vomit, because of your particularly bad case of the runs.
The only thing worse than your stench, was your attitude. You hated everyone you met, simply because they were nothing more than a bunch of cutey, goody two-shoes babies. Nothing brought you more pleasure than disgusting them with your slobbish ways, and making them miserable is the only way you can have fun anymore. Aside from other deviant behaviors of course.
You wake up on the floor of the hollowed out tree that served as your den. In your hand was a bottle of scotch you had stolen from a lone trainer in the woods that you had gotten "Acquainted to" recently. You had passed out from drinking last night, and this morning you find yourself laying in a puddle of your own urine, a familiar feeling. All this alcohol still in your system, plus your splitting hangover is really pissing you off. You need to let off some steam, and you know the best way to do that, right? Rape, bullying, and disgusting torture!
It's been a while since you've satisfied your urges to repulse and rape other pokemon, so you're eager to get out and find a new victim. Then again, you are particularly hungry today, perhaps you'll order some take out and just violate whoever shows up to deliver it?
Taking a heavy handed swig of your liquor and letting out another belch, you decide to...
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