Snackholm Syndrome

	When it came to the other inhabitants of Pallet Town, Rhune was always a little bit different. He appeared to be a human of androgynous gender, due to his long, violet hair that draped over his eyes. The strange human stood at a little over five feet tall, about the same height as most beginner trainers around the town. At the same time, his voice made him sound like he was significantly older than a ten-year-old picking out a Pokemon from Oak. The fact that he works a full time job at the local PokeMart as a store clerk makes him ever the more elusive, nobody every quite able to tell who he is or what he is like. The truth of the matter is that other humans and trainers simply can’t see his true identity, at least not in the same way their Pokemon are able to. In short, Rhune is a shiny Zoroark using Illusion to disguise himself as a human, wanting to live among them rather than be a simple-minded Pokemon for somebody else to catch, enjoying human society more than the wild life. However, just because he can put on the illusion of being human doesn’t mean he can avoid becoming a target to those who can see through… Just going throughout his average routine, he would soon learn the full extent of what somebody would do for a shiny Zoroark.

	Rhune swished his hair to the side, a vivid violet with dark red highlights draping a little bit below his hips, tied up with a skull headband. His entire wardrobe seemed to be rather gothic in nature. Black and purple checkered stockings, black platform shoes, even a black tank top with a collar. His purple claws (or regular human fingers, as his customer would see...) dropped a few Pokedollars into the trainer’s hand, helping him purchase a couple Pokeballs. “Thanks. Have a nice day.” He would simply say, the trainer turning back to look at his outfit in confusion one last time before leaving through the sliding doors. Rhune sighs, crossing his arms behind his head as he works at the checkout. Just another half hour, and he’d be able to go home and rest. There was always a little bit of stress involved while working, given that his whole comfy life was a facade waiting to be uncovered. But for now, he had very little to worry about, simply helping any trainer that came around to purchase their items. Only their Pokemon would ever notice something amiss, and rarely questioned the Zoroark working behind the counter. However, not every Pokemon was as simple as the sort one may find in the tall grass. In fact, many had the proportions and intelligence to be eerily human. Completely anthropomorphic in a way Rhune had slight jealousy towards. He was still more kitsune than human, no matter how he may try to disguise that fact. 

	One such anthropomorphic Pokemon was spying on the working Zoroark from a distance, hiding in the bushes out front as he yawns. A pair of binoculars settled on him, before pulling back. “Yep, that’s definitely the real deal. A shiny Zoroark, working at a PokeMart like anybody else. If I sold that guy to the higher-ups, I’d probably get a promotion and a ton of cash!” She laughs to herself, her short and spiky tail flicking about. Covered in blue scales with a tan chest, Analise was a slender Totodile standing at around the same height as Rhune, if even a little bit taller. She was a thief by trade, but had trouble making a name for herself in the ever-competitive Team Rocket, currently wearing casual clothing. If she wore her typical Grunt garb, she would’ve been arrested on the spot. The elusive Zoroark would be the perfect catch, if she could get her sharp mitts on him… “Can’t be much longer until he starts walking home…” She scraped the grass below her in anticipation, the dimming sky shining down of the mostly-deserted town. Everybody was either starting to go to sleep, or was away from town. Nobody often stayed in Pallet Town for too long, anyway. Checking her phone, the time would tick over to 8 o’ clock sharp.

	The Zoroark stretched both of his arms out with an excessive yawn, completely alone in the shop as he locks up. The lights shut off and a ‘closed’ sign is hung behind the sliding door, leaving the shop behind for the night. “About time…” He mutters to himself, rather unsatisfied with the second half of his day. The bags under his eyes were a better indicator than any that it was his time to go home. It was at that point when he suddenly heard footsteps rushing toward him from behind, turning his back to try and anticipate what was coming. “Who’s ther-rrrrrrmphh!!” *Schooomph!* In one motion, a giant burlap sack slid down over his face, tripping him in a way that would bring his whole body inside. The Zoroark was stuck in a fetal position as he was swung around somebody’s shoulder, grunting from the weight as she desperately tried to drag him out of view. “H-Hey, what’s the big idea!? Who are you!?” The agitated kitsune thrashed about in the bag, a concerned crocodile glancing left and right to make sure nobody was witnessing her illegal act. “The name’s Analise, and you’re going straight to Team Rocket black market! I dunno how you ever thought you could go around as a shiny Zoroark without thinking you were gonna get kidnapped sooner or later… You gotta be worth a fortune!” She explained in a hushed tone, soon finding it too difficult to carry him over her shoulder and instead opting to drag him across the ground.

	Rhune was absolutely shocked by this revelation, grunting as his body is dragged across the ground in the sack. “Black market…? Are you out of your mind? You can’t just go around kidnapping people off the street like that!” The Zoroark snarled, trying to slash at the sack with his claws, to little avail. The Totodile simply laughs to herself in response. “Oh, but I just did! And I’m sure they’ll treat you just fine over there… I just gotta… Nnghhh… Damn it, you’re heavier than I thought…” Analise pants, still dragging the sack through town, realizing that she couldn’t keep it up for much longer. Definitely no way she’d make it back to Team Rocket HQ under such conditions. Luckily for her, Team Rocket had a way of making connections… She tied up the bag and set it aside, calling up somebody on her phone. “Uhhhh, yeah. Roger? I caught one, but I didn’t really think it through. Gonna need your basement for a little bit. ...Yeah, thanks.” She chatters, slipping it back into her pocket before tugging the Zoroark along again. “Change of plans! I’m going to keep you in a basement until I can sell you off to my higher-ups. Sound good?” The muffled, angry rejection from the bag gave the crocodile exactly what she expected. “Good!”

	Wiping some sweat from her forehead, Alise takes Rhune across town to a newer house that sat in the corner of Pallet. It looked just like any other house, the expansion of town making the population slightly increased. However, it served as a safe house for Team Rocket, a great place to hide after kidnapping a few Pokemon. Sliding across the ground, Rhune wouldn’t be able to see anything. He did hear a quick interaction between two Grunts, felt a bump as he made his way through the front door, and several more as he’s dragged down a flight of stairs. By the time he was set free again, he would be looking quite frazzled and banged up. “Would it kill you to lift me off the ground a little bit…?” He grumbled, seeing the faintest bit of light as the bag is undone once again. “Sorry, can’t have you being too conscious and able. Still gotta tie you up and all.” The light would allow Rhune to see his captor for the first time, trapped inside of a dimly-lit basement filled with assorted Team Rocket junk and knickknacks. The Zoroark almost seemed to blush a little bit. For a criminal, Analise was a bit more cute than he would’ve first thought… Even if she was still tying him up to a folding chair as she spoke. “There we are, all tied up and nowhere to go. Since you’re gonna make me a fortune, I figure it’s only fair that I ask your name.” The Totodile gave her victim a long, sharp grin, right up against his muzzle. He’d thrash about in his chair in irritation.

	“Ugh, I was hoping you’d at least let me stay somewhere a little more clean and comfortable…” The Zoroark started, brushing some of his frazzled hair out of his face. “But if you have to know, my name is Rhune. Nice to meet you properly, Analise.” There was a bit of harshness in his voice as he said her name, trying to find some way to scratch the ropes that bind him. The Totodile pulled away a couple yards, lifting her phone up and trying to get a good angle. “Likewise. Now, say cheese.” Before Rhune could question why, he was hit by a sudden camera flash, leaving a deer-in-headlights look on Analise’s phone that made her crack up. “Hah! Thanks a lot. Couldn’t have asked for a more cute photo to send them… A shiny Zoroark!” She says to herself once again, in disbelief. As annoying as it was, her enthusiasm was somewhat cute. “Aaaand, send. You’ve gotta be the best catch they’ve seen in a long, long time. After all, how many times does a Zoroark like you come around? ...Wait.” Checking her phone again, the replies she was getting didn’t quite live up to her expectations. In fact, several of them were furious. The Totodile read a few to herself in disbelief. “...Human? What human!? Are these people blind!? How on Earth does someone like you even remotely come off as looking human?” The sheer influx of comments proved that arguing back against them was impossible. Analise furiously tossed her phone across the room, dragging both of her hands down her face. “Ugh… Let’s try something else.” Rhune was grinning from ear to ear, doing his best not to burst into laughter.

	Analise seemed to notice, snarling as her eyes rest on the Zoroark, alone with her. “You think this is funny? Keeping you locked up down here? Just because I can’t sell you for Team Rocket doesn’t mean I can’t hold you for ransom. And if nobody pays it, I’ll… I’ll…” She ponders for a moment, before coming to a sudden conclusion. “I’ll eat you!” The crocodile puffed some air out of her nose, crossing her arms and also taking a seat in a folding chair. “Yeah, what will you do about that?” She grinned a little bit, leaning over to flick the Zoroark on the nose. He finally seemed to crack, laughing pretty hard and kicking around in his seat. “You’re bluffing! I wouldn’t even fit inside of you. You’re clearly insane.” He laughs, flicking his hair back once more. Upon making the announcement that the Zoroark/human was being held for ransom at a significantly high price, she would lean back in towards the captive and lick him on the nose, stomach rumbling. “Am I~? We’ll see who’s the insane one, soon enough. After all, haven’t you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? As long as I keep you down here, taking care of you and all that, I’m sure you’ll really grow to appreciate your place here with me. Before I add you onto my hips, of course.” She winks, sticking her tongue out.

	Rhune still seemed to be smiling, hardly intimidated by her taunting as he fidgeted in his seat. “Of course I’ve heard of Stockholm Syndrome, I wasn’t raised in a barn. At the same time, I have my doubts. How can I expect you to care for me if you just dragged me down the stairs like that?” He teased, glancing behind her head towards the stairs that he bumped along down. Analise seemed rather embarrassed to be called out in such a way, rubbing the back of her head. “Well, errr…” She interrupted herself, deciding the best way to cover up her obvious mistreatment would be to distract from it. Her hand trailed its way down his shoulder to his hips, staring into his eyes in a sultry way. “Well… I’m sure I could earn your trust back in a few ways, right? After all, you’re pretty cute. Probably been hoping a girl would tie you down for a while, now.” If the Zoroark was given a way to tug at his collar, he probably would’ve done it by now. “Don’t play coy with me. You only dragged me down here for the money, anyway.” He chuckled, somewhat nervously. Despite it all, he couldn’t help but fall for her, at least a little bit. She was cute, and the way she was toying with him got the normally quiet and stoic Zoroark to blush. “If you don’t eat me or anything like that, I wouldn’t mind seeing that mouth of yours a little bit closer to my own.”
	The Totodile would come over and sit on his lap, only to plant a quick kiss on his muzzle. “Nah, there’s no way in hell I’d eat you this soon. Nobody’s paid your ransom yet! Give it a couple weeks, and I’ll be able to let you go. Or eat you. Either works for me.” She shrugs, with a chuckle. And for some reason, the Zoroark was beginning to feel the same way, not that he’d ever admit to it at first. “Sure, then. Just don’t forget to feed your prized victim.” He jokes around, scraping at the concrete floor with one of his footclaws. Analise seemed to joke back to him in return, casually changing back into her Team Rocket uniform right in front of him, making the Zoroark even more embarrassed, yet enthralled. “Fine, I guess you need to eat, too. I’ll go to the kitchen and whip up some seafood. You like fish, right?” The crocodile cooking for her kitsune captive was the beginning of a very interesting relationship between the perpetrator and the victim. Despite the teasing threats the Zoroark would receive, he would still very much enjoy Analise’s cooking. She’d even free him from his chair in order to offer him a sleeping bag for the night, or even escort him to the home’s bathroom when needed. All of Rhune’s base needs were met, even if he was considered missing. As the days gone by, the news of his ransom had spread, without anyone willing to shell out enough cash to free him. At the same time, it had fallen into the hands of an Officer Jenny, who worked tirelessly to find the source of the ransom and free the Zoroark… for free.

	Unfortunately for the police force, it wouldn’t be as easy of a case to crack as they would’ve imagined. Tracing the Totodile’s phone didn’t seem to be much of a lead, given the scrambled IP address the ransom came from. A dingy basement didn’t have much familiar surroundings to trace, either. However, they did have eyewitness reports of a strange Totodile lugging around a giant sack, and complaining about a few things before entering one of the more questionable homes of Pallet Town. It wasn’t much, but it was all they had, eventually getting a warrant to search the place. Right on the final day that the Totodile had promised, licking her lips as she gazes at the Zoroark… She had spent so much of her time feeding the shiny captive, so she decided it was finally time to feed herself for a change.

	Rhune woke up to the door into the basement opening up once again, the Team Rocket Grunt slipping down the stairs with a smile on her face. “Hey there, hon. Sorry I didn’t cook you breakfast this morning. It’s just that… your time was up, and all. Nobody paid the ransom, so I guess that makes you breakfast this time.” She giggles, giving a quick and sultry slurp over his nose yet again. The groggy Zoroark seemed somewhat put off by her sudden advances, hardly able to get up off of the floor until he was pushed back down and pinned at the shoulders. “Oh, my… Didn’t think it would be that fast already. Sorry you couldn’t get that money.” He jokes in the face of danger, Analise dragging her hand across his thigh and towards his crotch. Her stomach was rumbling, something Rhune could feel with his hands. Something told him he was going to end up inside of there, sooner or later… “A real shame that I never got to ride you, before this. I can tell you’re packing a lot, but it’ll all be the same once you’re padding my hips.” She teased once again, dragging her tongue across Rhune’s cheek. In retaliation, the shiny pulled her in even closer, wrapping his arms around her back. From there, he glanced into her eyes for a moment before pulling her into a deep kiss. Analise was stunned, but simply went with it, moaning into his mouth and tugging down his pants…

	“Unghhh… Fuck it, I’ll do both.” The crocodile muses, pulling her victim off of the floor and tossing him into the chair once more to tie him up, this time with his pants down. Her own hands work down the shorts of her own uniform, working her way into the Zoroark’s lap and grinding up against his shaft. Rhune was rather embarrassed by the turn of events, but suddenly found her kissing him deeper and deeper, wrapping her maw around more of his face…

	While the perpetrator and victim make love, Pallet’s police force were working hard to prepare for a raid of the place. They had already taken care of a Grovyle that was working in the home under Team Rocket, now fully aware that anything going on inside the home must be highly illegal. Jenny instructs the other police members that came with her to do a search of the home, finding all sorts of stolen goods in the process, but not quite anything incriminating enough to fit the bill of the missing Zoroark yet. The basement was simply a bit too far away for most of them to hear right away, despite all of the thumping and slurping noises that were echoing through the musty storage room. Not to mention a lock that they attempted to break earlier, proving that the room must’ve been locked from the inside. They’d spend hours simply stripping the home of any incriminating evidence, long after all of the noise had died down. It wouldn’t be until later in the day that a member of the force brought in a device to break the lock, finally able to venture down into the depths of the home. “Yeesh, this smells…” Jenny complains to herself, covering her nose with her shirt. Something really reeked of sweat and semen in the basement. And once they reached the bottom of the stairs, the reason why became clear.

	They shone their flashlights onto a goth-looking human sitting alone in a folding chair with their pants down, snoring. His cock was half-limp, still dripping onto the floor from rigorous use earlier. The most shocking part of it all was how his stomach was pressed hard against the binds holding him to the chair, something gurgling inside of it. Clearly, this human must’ve had a rather heavy lunch… And had a lot of questions to answer. Being the human listed in the ransom, at least he wouldn’t have to be confused for somebody breaking the law in the home… After all, he was the victim. Even if the real victim of the situation turned out to be the Totodile Grunt that was now mysteriously absent.

	The Pallet police were rather shocked at the sight of the human sitting in such a compromising position. Reluctantly, one of them was at least willing to clean off his shaft a little bit, returning his pants to their proper position around his hips, before breaking his binds. His stomach was quite noisy and sloshy, almost as if there was something still barely alive inside of it… Not that something like that would ever make any sense. There’s never been a recorded case inside of Kanto where a human had eaten another living being, especially nothing as big as someone who could be working under Team Rocket. He was patted on the shoulder a couple times to wake him up, the confused and stuffed human looking into a flashlight that was flashed towards his face, raising a hand and seeming incredibly confused. “Wha…?” Jenny gripped onto the hand he was raising, pulling him out of the chair. “We’re here to free you, sir. Being stuck down here must’ve been torture, but we’ve got a few questions to ask you, first.” The Zoroark would have disagreed with such a claim, but couldn’t begin to explain how. He simply went along with it, tugged out of the home he was held in for the past week. The victim almost had a hard time remembering that the perpetrator was packed away in his gut at the moment.

	Rhune found himself suddenly thrust back into human society yet again, now sitting in Pallet’s Police Department for questioning. The Jenny that had initially found him tied up there had brought him back. “It was incredibly lucky that we found you when you did, after hearing about that ransom and all. Wouldn’t have wanted you to starve alone down there or anything.” She suggests, leading to the disguised Zoroark to nod, followed by a low belch. His insides were still currently working away at whatever was left of Analise, packed away in his gut. Over the past few hours inside of his belly, despite having never eaten anybody before, especially on such short notice, Rhune was doing a pretty good job at adding the Totodile onto her form. To the humans, it simply looked like he was in need of a diet. Rhune clears his throat, rubbing his stomach bulging beneath his shirt with one hand. “Oh, of course, ma’am… Very thankful that you let me out of there when you did. To be honest, I barely know what happened back there. I’m just happy to be free.” He nods, his stomach mulching over a few scraps of clothes, or a bone or two of his former meal. Giving into his carnal urges and swallowing someone down for the first time felt oddly satisfying to him.

	The Officer scratched the back of her head, looking down at his pudgier stomach inquisitively. “On the ransom listing, you seemed a little more slim… Probably weren’t going to starve after all. Was the perpetrator force-feeding you down there, or something? And when did you last see them, anyway?” Jenny questions, trying to shake the thought of the victim nude from the waist down out of her head again. The Zoroark was trying to think of a decent explanation… There was no way she would believe that the perpetrator was fucking him, and then wound up inside of his stomach. “Well… They pulled my pants down and had their way with me, but then suddenly dropped… A trayful of snacks into my mouth. And then, before I knew it, they ran far away.” He blinks, seeming to sweat a little bit. Jenny narrowed her eyes a little, trying to parse what the odd human had just told to him… Before simply sighing, and giving a shrug. “You know, that works for me. You’re free to go. Been through enough lately, anyhow.” In the middle of the whole conversation, Rhune had felt his captor that he had gradually grown accustomed to piling away inside of his bowels, making him bite his lip from the sudden urge surging through him.

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	Rhune shoved his way out of the questioning room and back into the main room of the department, a prison holding various empty cells. Only a couple of them actually had any criminals inside, with how low the crime rate really was in Pallet Town. It would’ve been so simple for the disguised Zoroark to make it back home, do his business, and relax… But he was simply not used to the immense pressure against his bowels after eating an entire person for the first time. He hardly knew what to make of it, rubbing the back of his head in nervousness of what may happen soon. Can’t soil his pants in a prison, anyway. His eyes were suddenly drawn to a policeman currently unlocking one of the empty stalls for inspection, a young adult brushing the hair out of his eyes. He turned to the punky-looking human in a bit of confusion. “What’s someone like you doin’ around here? Here to report a crime? Oh hey, I think you were the person I saw in that ranso-”

	The sudden low groaning of the Zoroark’s stomach made him double over for a moment, gripping at it with one of his hands. This would probably be a very bad idea, but it was better than no idea at all. He interrupted the cop and brushed him aside, shoving his way into the empty holding cell. “Excuse me for a sec.” There wasn’t much inside of the cell. A couple bunk beds, a sink, and a toilet. It was rather clear which one of the room’s furnishings he was going for the most, quickly yanking his shorts down and seating himself on the porcelain with a sigh. The cop was rather shocked, trying to process it all. “Hey, wait a minute…! Those are for, you can’t…!” 

	A heavy, bubbly fart cut him off, seeing an ambiguously-gendered human using the toilet inside of the stall. To Rhune, he would see every inch of fur and every claw he had, spreading his legs a bit as he began dumping out the Totodile. Sloppy kitsune waste spilled out of his backdoor, splashing against the water with the occasional white chunk of bone interrupting things. The smell of it all was immediate and horrendous, the cop covering his nose and gagging. There was very little privacy with the venue, but Rhune didn’t seem to care at all. He’d never felt so much stimulation against his asshole at once, blowing up the toilet meant for criminals with everything that was left of Analise. At one point, an elongated crocodile skull would stretch him enough to make him gasp, before it would hit the mess below with a heavy *sploosh*, loading itself into the hole at the bottom before being covered in more muck. The Zoroark was in total bliss, staring down at his feet as her clenches. The cop, however, was in confused disgust. “S-sir, you’re making such a mess of the… ngghghh…” He coughs, finding it hard to believe something human could shit so much. Was he dreaming, or something?

	Occasionally, scraps of a red “R” logo would embed itself inside of the waste with everything else, the mess so overwhelming that it would soon begin to spill muddy water onto the floor. Still, nowhere near as bad as the mess that would surface when the Zoroark attempts to flush the beast after finishing up. His claws would fumble with the toilet paper to wipe himself, before tossing it onto a python of waste with a few blue scales embedded within. Standing up and leaving the mess behind, Rhune would blush and grimace from the sight of it all, thinking that it surely wouldn’t have ended up this bad… Then again, he’d never wound up eating anybody before, either. The cop was simply staring on in confused shock, letting the strange human walk on right past him. “Uh… Sorry about that. Might give that an hour or two.” He coughs, walking right past the confused man, and leaving behind what was almost a crime scene in it of itself. As he passed, the cop could swear he felt a tail brush past him, turning to see nothing there.