To say that Kyle Zork was not a nice person was putting it mildly. The Zoroark was so psychotically evil, he became a Shadow Pokemon without any need for an external influence. Tall for his breed, six foot seven, the red on his claws and mane were actually a ghostly white, his fur darker shades of black. His eyes were red with green irises, and a demented smirk was on his face. He dressed casually, black sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a zipper down the front, wearing shoes modified to let his footpaw claws free. He was a pure predator in every sense of the work, and his belly, a round, soft bulge of fat, reflected that.
(Granted, zipper front shirts were also a hallmark of predators in this world.)
He liked to eat, and he liked sex. If he could fit his dick in a hole, he'd fuck it. Consent was not necessary in his eyes. He very rarely ate normal food, preferring something he could attack, violate, and eat. He'd eat anyone. Adults, teens, children, no matter what their line of work was, no matter how fat or thin they were, he'd gobble them up. Some of his favorite snacks were the babies of inattentive mothers. If he saw someone with a stroller, chatting away on her phone, he'd use his illusion powers to disappear and grab the child out of their stroller, turning them into a bulge in his belly. By the time they noticed their child was gone, he'd be halfway down the block.
Sometimes, Kyle would torment his prey. He'd gulp down their family members one by one and make them rub his belly, feeling them digest inside his gut or balls. In the latter case, he'd force his target to give him a blowjob and cum their family down their throat. He got off on being hated as much as he got off on being feared or causing pain. And because he loved being hated so much, willing prey disgusted him. He'd go out of his way to torment them and make them hate him, and he wouldn't always eat them. Sometimes he'd just knock them up and let them carry his children, some of whom he'd eat later.
He was evil. He was psychotic. He wasn't stupid, though.
If faced with someone with more power or skill, or he wasn't in a position to ambush and disable them, he would back down. He would also form casual relationships with other predators. He wasn't above faking normal behavior to make friends. And if they enjoyed his wickedness, he'd become true friends with them, engaging in casual sex. One of his closest friends was a Blaziken who ran a gymnasium, and frequently provided alibies and a place for him to rest between meals. She got off on his cruelty, quite literally, the two meeting after he spotted her masturbating to violating one of his future meals. She eagerly let him fuck his meal down her throat, and the two had been inseparable ever since. So close were they that they were actually thinking about having kids... (Marriage, both of them thought, was not necessary.)
Kyle was a predator in every sense of the word. And he was perfectly content with his life.
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