T'was a bright, sunny day at Professor Oak's Pokemon Lab. The wind was blowing through the Ivysaur leaves and the Pidgey's were singing their songs of joy. Professor Oak had taken the day off, as his favorite pupil Ash had returned from his recent trip to the Johto region and they had much catching up to do. Ash's first and most loved pokemon, Pikachu, had stayed behind at the lab whereas Oak and Ash went out to their local Pokedinner to grab a bite to eat. Pikachu found this to be a good time to explore it's former home where it was raised. It had been years since he had been there and a lot had changed. The once wide open fields were now filled with Tauros and Miltanks, and the pond that was formerly occuipied by a lone Squirtle now housed Tentacool and Totodile. The inside of the lab was no better. It was cluttered with large machinery and broken contraptions that looked as though they had not worked in years. However, on top of Professor Oak's desk was a single translucent pokeball that caught Pikachu's eye. He had never before seen anything of the like and once he made sure the coast was clear, the curious little electric rat hopped up on the desk and started to toy around with it. Little did Pikachu know this was Professor Oak's attempt to find out what really happened to a pokemon when it was absorbed into the device. Although Silph Co. created the pokeball, they still had little clue of how it actually worked. To them it was pure luck. Therefore, Oak took it upon himself to solve the mystery. His first attempt was at creating a pokeball one could see though, but this did not lead to any new discoveries, since within second of being squeezed into the sphere, the pokemon faded away with in a cloud of red energy. Oak second attempt faired no better. Taking a newly developed pokemon teleporter, Oak interfused it with the clear pokeball in hopes to take any pokemon captured and transport it to a place of his own decision, in hopes that he himself could reverse the teleporter and travel himself into the mystical unknown. It wasn't the smartest idea, but never the less, Oak persued it. But something went wrong. The pokemon captured by the translucent transporting ball disappeared and never returned. Oak tried releasing his pokemon test subjects from their prison but nothing would come out, nor did they ever appear at his predisclosed transporting location. They just simply vanished forever.

But Pikachu did not know this. To him it was just a toy... A toy that he shimmied open and crawled inside. A toy that locked him in and wouldn't open up. He was trapped like a rat in a cage... Until he disappeared in a poof of red light.



Pikachu woke up in a dark cave. It took a while for his eyes to adjust, but when they did he saw the remains of many the many pokemon that never returned back to the world they knew. Rattatat bones were scattered about the floor. The cave walls were lined with dusty webs of the Spinarak, who were long gone. From behind him, Pikachu's sensitive ears picked up the sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing.



Before he could turn around, a man in brown leather picked him up and darted off towards an opening in the cave. Pikachu was still partially disoriented from his teleporting and couldn't focus on fighting off his capturer. This all changed however when the pokemon looked up and saw a giant boulder crash through the roof of the cave and roll down a ramp that would end right on top of Pikachu and the man. In an attempt to escape both his capturer and the boulder of death, Pikachu electricuted the hell out of the man in leather and jumped to the ground. He turned his head to look back as the boulder crushed the wounded man, and gained speed. Pikachu knew it was hopeless to escape, and this became ever clearer as he got stuck in a Spinarak's web. All hope was loss... Until the pokemon red cheeks started to furiously glow and spark. Then, as soon as he has appeared in this alternate universe, Pikachu disappeared, narrowly escaping the boulder of death.



The next thing he knew, Pikachu was lying in a garage, looking down upon a curly haired f*ck.
"Bumblebee? Bumblebee? Do you hear me?" said the f*ck.
Pikachu tried to speak, but he had no voice. He extended an arm to the f*ck, trying to express his concern of his newly discovered disablity only to discover something much more shocking: He was made of solid, golden metal.



"What's wrong Bee?" Hot-Ass, the f*ck's insanely hot girlfriend asked, but Pikachu did not hear her. He rapidly stood up, busted through the garage roof, and stumbled around in confusion. Unfortunately, Pikachu could not catch his balance and fell hard to the ground, crushing the curly-haired f*ck in an instant and ripping off all of Hot-Ass' clothes. Pikachu was quick to his feet, but had no time to feel sorrow for the sins he just comitted, as out of nowhere, a slew of missles crashed into Pikachu's back. He instantly recovered only to be tackled down by giant robot similar to himself, only with a red coat of paint and a lot more weapons. It had been a while since Pikachu had been in a fight, as Ash frequented his newer pokemon over his classic, but he thought he could take him. He was seriously mistaken once he discovered he no longer had his electrical powers, only a single gun attached to his hand. Pikachu struck at his foe, hitting his face and causing quite a few sparks, but doing hardly any damage otherwise.

The two giant mechanical beasts fought it out for at least a quarter hour, Pikachu clearly gaining the upperhand as the duel went on. As Pikachu shot throught the face of the red monster, clearly destroying it, his cheeks grew red and started to spark. It was happening again.

The scenery of the wrecked buildings, the naked Hot-Ass, and decimated body of the red robot, turned into a scene of desaturation and airplanes. Pikachu was back to his normal self, just black and white and 1000x bigger than his normal size. He quickly realized what his new size meant: he was no longer a slave to the humans, oh no. Now they were his slaves, and they knew it. The humans flew their planes at Pikachu, attempting to shoot him off the huge building he was on. Below him was a beautiful woman, who he decided to use to his advantage. Quickly, Pikachu picked up the woman and dangled her as bait. As one of the planes approached he tossed her at it. Her body collided with it and startled it's pilot, but otherwise nothing happened.

"Pika", the pokemon murmured under his voice, which roughly translated to "sh*t". He didn't really know how he expected that to work. The pilot's ordered their gunners to shoot again, and Pikachu took the hit. "No more playing Mr. Nice Guy" Pikachu said in his own self-proclaiming language, and shot at the planes with his thunderbolt attack. One by one, the planes all fell to the earth, until there was one left. Pikachu shot at it with his thunderbolt. It missed. The plane shot it's remaining ammo. It did no damage to Pikachu's hide. There was nothing either of them could do. Pikachu needed his attack to regenerate and the pilot needed more bullets... Or did he? The pilot came up with a quick solution, and instead of returning to ground he flew around and around the pokemon's head, both nauseating and angering it. Pikachu swatted at the plane angerily, loosing his balance multiple times, but regaining it at the let second everytime but the last, where he missed out on grabbing the building and tumbled off. He did not go alone however, for as Pikachu missed getting a grip on the building, he did grasp the plane. To angry to enjoy what may be his last minute alive, pikachu ripped the plane to shreds, ate the gunner, and crushed the pilot in his hand, watching his body mimic a toothpaste tube, as his innards ejected rapidly from his mouth. Pikachu was sadistically satisfied and accepted his defeat, but before he hit the ground. His cheeks sparked up and he was off to another alternate reality again.

Pikachu realized that upon arriving at this new world that he must have absorbed the ability to teleport from the translucent pokeball. It's a stretch but we ask you to go along with it. Pikachu did not have much time to think though, as a black man had pulled a gun to his head. Pikachu was still in black and white, but his body had been replaced by a scrawny white man's with a swastica on his chest. A swastica that must have pissed off this black man, which explains the gun. Pikachu still had built up anger from the battle he took part in the previous world. He quickly turned the situation around, knocking the gun out of his oppenents hand and threw him to the ground. Pikachu's lightningbolt still had not regenerated but he still had another move up his sleave...

CURB-STOMP!

Pikachu was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even realize he teleported again until a bolt of pure energy barely scraped past his ear. Pikachu looked up to see the man who had kidnapped him from the cave a few worlds earlier shooting at three white armor-clad humans, who were shooting back at both him and Pikachu. Since the man wasn't holding him back anymore, pikachu decided to let him live and instead attacked the armored men that the man referred to as "Stormtroopers". Pikachu's skinny white body had turned into a furry brown one, and he was armed with a crossbow.



He shot down two of the stormtroopers before his weapon was shot out of his own hand. Narrowly dodging the laser beams the lone stormtrooper was shooting at him, Pikachu charged him and did the ultimate fan service by ripping the troopers arms straight from his sockets. Pikachu walked back up to the man, who apparently wanted to return back to his lover by the name of Leia. Han had a picture of her in his space wallet which he held onto dearly, and Pikachu thought she was beautiful. It had just occured to him that it had been aloooong time since he had gotten any, and the amount of hot chicks he had seen since his adventure began had worked him up. He didn't know how this universe faired in terms of accepting bestiality, but he thought he'd give it a shot. He followed his partner back to Leia's home, but before he could knock on the door, Pikachu quickly killed him, tossed away his body, and entered Leia's home. Seeing how Pikachewie couldn't speak in human form, he had to draw out to Leia an excuse for Han's death and falsely claimed that his last word's were to "Please Leia like I was never able to." She accepted.

Don't think of it as rape. It was totally consensual... And this story only gets weirder.

Pikachu must've teleported overnight after he fell asleep after he finished boning Leia, cause he woke up in a dark, gothic mansion. His body had completely returned to normal. It wasn't black and white nor was it larger than normal. Finally, he was back to normal... But he still wasn't home. Pikachu snooper around the mansion, trying to avoid any confrontation. He was tired of all the fighting, and he was hungry. Suddenly the lights in the mansion turned on, startling the pokemon and causing him to jump out toward the owner of the mansion, thus startling him. Pikachu ran out of sight and teleported away in a flash of red light. Little did that pokemon know how influential his visit to this world was, for the owner of this mansion, Mr. Bruce Wayne, had been looking for a symbol to use to strike fear in the hearts of villains everywhere, and what better symbol to use than one that scared him. Thus, The Pikachu-Knight was born...

Pikachu was hungrier than ever when he landed in this new world, a world seemingly full of nothing water. However, instead of hungering for rare candy and lemonade, pikachu had a stronger, stranger craving in mind. Human flesh. Pikachu had gotten used to his form changes, so becoming a shark was no big deal to him, at least not a big a deal as the naked young lady swiming a few yards in front of him.



His speed increased as he darted toward her, and loud, suspensful music played as he got nearer and nearer. In an flash of yellow teeth and red cheeks, the naked lady was gone, replaced with a shroud of bloody water. This was the finest meal, pikachu had had in a looong while. Within minutes of finishing his meal, Pikachu teleported off to a new world.

Pikachu wound up at a mall, a relatively empty mall. A small group of peope stood near him but failed to notice the electric rat, which was good, as Pikachu was too tired to put up with whatever sh*t they were dealing with. So pikachu just crawled off into a secluded room, where he quietly fell asleep.

...Pikachu was woken muffeled moans, coming from outside the rooms door. Although, he didn't want to get caught up in any of the crazy shinanigans this world was sure to have, the people outside the room sounded as if they were really hurt. Even though pikachu had previously raped and murdered in earlier worlds, pikachu still felt as though he was obliged to help. He quickly opened the door to find

...Zombies.

 

 

 

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T'was a bright, sunny day at Professor Oak's Pokemon Lab. The wind was blowing through the Ivysaur leaves and the Pidgey's were singing their songs of joy. Ash had just returned from dining with Professor Oak, but could not find his beloved Pikachu. He looked in the cluttered lab, the open fields, and the murky pond, but he couldn't find Pikachu anywhere. Ash couldn't believe he had lost his favorite pokemon. He sat beneath a tree and began to sob. However, out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of red light, and he heard the faint dry of his Pikachu. Ash darted toward his pokemon and called for it, but it didn't respond. Ash clearly saw his pikachu, but it was staring of into the distance... Unresponsove... Almost like...

A zombie.

THE END.