Stella the Salazzle

Dark clouds rumbled and churned overhead. The forest took heed of the storm's threat, pokemon of all shapes and sizes scurrying, scampering, and rushing to find shelter from the sky's fury. You were no different, having already made camp for the night under a sturdy tree. Already you were inside your tent bundled up in your sleeping bag hoping to sleep through to storm or at least the worst of it before you continued on your journey home in the morning. Of course it would have been easier to sleep had you not been so frustrated with yourself. All of this for a date that had been a disaster from start to finish. She was pretty, that was about all you could say. You had nothing in common, not that she'd know since you never got much opportunity to say anything more than a few words. The bitch didn't even thank you for dinner before she ditched you with the bill. But at least the meal had been good and you had the hike back home to look forward to. At least you thought you did. you should have just taken the train.

Unfortunately, you heard rustling outside. And it wasn't rustling from the storm. It sounded like someone or something was just outside the tent, digging and rummaging through your bag. Odds were it was a wild ‘mon, a little one by the sound of it, hoping to find an easy meal. No matter how many times they were told not to, people would feed the wild pokemon anyway. Especially tourists. Fortunately you had nothing of value in your bag, nothing that couldn't be replaced anyhow. You were close to home anyway, a few missing rations wouldn't-

Wait, no. Did you? you wouldn't be that careless would you? Your hand shot for your back pocket and you cursed loudly. Your wallet. You had thrown your wallet into the bag. you may have spent most of your cash, but there was still some in there. Along with your ID. And your bank card. Pokemon weren't stupid. Money equaled food. People had food and money. Especially dumb tourists. Or a traveler that had been careless. You hadn't even freed yourself of your sleeping back before you threw the tent flap open. Immediately all movement stopped.

As soon as the tent flap opened, you saw three, no, four salandits all digging into your belongings. They stared at you for the longest time, as neither party moved. Finally, the bigger among them who had an odd burn on your head screeched and they all went off, scattering and running in different directions.

"Mother F-" you didn't even bother to check your bag before throwing it over your shoulder. your wallet was gone. That big one looked smart. Too smart not to take it first. Of all the rotten luck. Salandits. A pack of them no less. Wasting not a second more, you gave chase. There was likely a nest somewhere. If you could just track one of them back to it you could get your stuff back. Or be mauled by midget lizards.

They all scurried away from the human, avoiding him best they could. Oddly enough, it was one of the smallest that was absolutely the easiest to track. He booked a straight line, where the others looped and curved. You led you right to a den. The little one likely panicked and sought safety in numbers within the cave. You give pause, peering into the cave's mouth. You couldn't see a thing inside. Searching your pack you found a flashlight, but no batteries. The most you could find for light was a lighter. Salandits may be small, but as poison and fire types even one could be deadly. A pack protecting their nest could easily overwhelm him if you weren't careful. Suddenly you were wishing you had packed more than a knife to protect himself. Though they probably would have stolen your pistol too, and that was just not something you wanted to think about.

With a flick a small flame sprung to life. Barely enough to keep him from walking into the walls. Taking a breath you descended into the den. The den was deep and narrow. It was perfect for Salandits and their Salazzle leader. Not to mention there was a noxious smell in the air combined with burning materials, wood and otherwise. However, as it went on, it got wider and there was clearly noise coming from the end. Finally, it opened into a big cavern with bonfires surrounding a throne. And on the throne was a most unusual salazzle: one with breasts, a collar, and a crown. You had figured there would be a salazzle in the nest, but actually seeing her? Not good. The salandits would be so much more fearsome while protecting her. If she felt even slightly threatened by you, you were good as done. At least that is what you would have been thinking had your eyes not been so focused on the obvious. Those tits. Why did a salazzle have tits? They were naturally curvaceous creatures; wide hips and round rumps at most. But she had tits. Rather large ones, massive even.

The Salandits were all in a line before the queen, approaching one at a time. you then noticed that the unique burns on the lead salandit weren't unique at all. Many of them had at least one, a few had two. Some had none. And as you watched the procession, it became clear why. Each Salandit would approach the queen and present a gift. Food, riches, gadgets, what have you. If she was satisfied, she patted them on the head with her tail. If she wasn't, she'd bring her tail down on their backs and leave a nasty burn, making the mark. It became clear that it seemed to be a three strikes system. And it became clear what the third strike entailed as one with two marks approached her empty handed. It chirped and crooned at her as she wrapped her tail around it. She then lifted it over her mouth. The salandit seemed entirely happy to serve, and as it hovered inches from her gaping maw...

A sharp whistle echoed through the chamber, the shrill noise drawing eyes to where you stood. Now you were a person that had lived a rather eventful and exciting life despite your youth. But having that many eyes turn on you? Even the one that was currently dangling inches from death; if looks could kill, you would have exploded.

The Salandits all stared at you as the previous ones had. However, instead of running, they all started hissing and chirping angrily as they advanced on you. However, a slap of the tail echoed from the queen, having tossed the would be meal aside. She stood and the Salandits spread themselves on either side, creating an aisle between the two of you.

"You have some nerve." She said, in perfect English as she approached, standing at a massive eight feet tall.