#trainer class: hiker

[pokemon-npcs]

[spooky-enthusiast]

@works-of-magic asked: Hell yeah, another hex maniac! You study mythology? What's your favorite myth? Are there any that you personally believe to be true?

I should clarify I'm no longer formally a Hex Maniac. It was my trainer class for the longest time, but the word "maniac" started to sound too intense for the vibe I wanted to give off. Unfortunately, "Cryptid" is not yet a recognized trainer class, so these days I usually go with Hiker.

That being said, considering how many myths and legends have come to life in recent years (largely thanks to various evil teams poking them with figurative sticks), it would be easier to list the myths that I don't believe have a kernel of truth to them. Even the most fantastical story can offer insight into the context in which it was written; Even the greatest of lies are ultimately born from truth.

[pokemanix]

Official Trainer Class Cards from the Pokémon TCG (Part 2)

Sage’s Training (77) - HS—Undaunted Sage’s Training (85) - Call of Legends Black Belt (85) - HS—Triumphant Twins (89) - HS—Triumphant Hooligans Jim & Cas (95) - Black & White—Dark Explorers Teammates (141 and 160) - XY—Primal Clash Ace Trainer (69) - XY—Ancient Origins Hex Maniac (75) - XY—Ancient Origins Hex Maniac (75a) - XY—Yellow A Alternate Psychic’s Third Eye (108) - XY—BREAKpoint Ninja Boy (103) - XY—Steam Siege Pokémon Ranger (104 and 113) - XY—Steam Siege Hiker (133) - Sun & Moon: Celestial Storm Hiker (SV85) - Sun & Moon: Yellow A Alternate Sightseer (189) - Sun & Moon: Lost Thunder Sightseer (189a) - Sun & Moon: Yellow A Alternate Sightseer (192) - Tag All Stars Bug Catcher (189) - Sun & Moon: Unified Minds Bug Catcher (226) - Sword & Shield: Fusion Strike Channeler (190 and 232) - Sun & Moon: Unified Minds Coach Trainer (192 and 233) - Sun & Moon: Unified Minds Poké Maniac (204 and 236) - Sun & Moon: Unified Minds Roller Skater (203 and 235) - Sun & Moon: Cosmic Eclipse

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Really didn’t know how down bad I was for humans eating Pokemon- looked at a few sprites and the hoenn hiker and Pokemon collector are stuck in my head, maybe the fisher or sailor as well- Could see a couple kinds of vore, probably some weight gain, and with or without pokeballs? Sorry if this is a lot to ask-!

It’s fine. These are all good trainer classes so I can write something for them!

The hiker has to take a break to catch his breath. Trekking through the mountains can be a difficult climb, but it definitely gets more intense when that mountain is a volcano! Even so, it hasn't done anything to stop him. All he needed to do was prepare some food for the walk and he'd be fine! Speaking of which, his bubbling gut seems to have polished off that last snack on the way here, and he's starting to feel the heat again. Might as well get the next one down while he's on his break! Getting into his bag, the hiker pulls out a P.okeball and casually tosses it into his jaws. One gulp sends it down, letting the sphere disappear into his already round tank. A few pats to his gut gets it to pop open, and his stomach surges forward with an entire B.eartic suddenly filling it out. A frosty belch escapes the man and he can't help but let out a chuckle and rub his stomach. Hikers like him always have to find some way to keep cool while climbing up H.oenn's volcano, and his trick? Pack plenty of I.ce-types to snack on! Meals like that will keep a man cool even through the boiling heat of the volcano. The bear inside lets out a muffled roar, trying and failing to move around in the cramped space. The hiker belches again and rubs his stomach. Between the active heat of his stomach and the radient warmth of the volcano's cave, even a might B.eartic should be drained of its energy in just a minute or two. Once it's settled in, the hiker can continue his walk, now with the ambiance of a bouncing and sloshing gut to join him once again. The W.eavile he had before had definitely been a bit too small but this should last him for the rest of the hike through the caves! Though, with how intense the heat is, the B.eartic would begin melting down in record time. Its strong body is left weak in the sweltering heat and the hiker's stomach is shrinking down in size before he's even halfway through the cave! he has no choice but to send another P.okeball down the hatch, releasing an A.bomasnow into the boiling B.eartic chyme filling his furry gut. It falls apart even faster than the bear did, barely getting out a couple angry roars before it's turning into gut slop. Thankfully, though, the hiker is able to get through the cave just fine and now with a minty smell to his belches. He pats his exposed gut a few times, smiling as it sloshes around with the thick muck of those melted I.ce-types inside. Maybe he'll take the lift the rest of the way up, though. He needs to let these two process better! Sure, they'll make him even fatter than before--probably too fat to close his coat over his gut again--but he can work that off on his way down the mountain, surely. After all, that's what he packed some hardy F.ighting-types for! Perfect for an energy boost to help him shed the pounds. The hiker licks and lips and drums his hands on his stomach as he heads to the lift carriage, not even realizing he'll be heavier when he finally gets off the mountain than when he got on.

The collector grins wide, his glasses shining brightly as he looks down upon the trainer he just defeated. "Now that I've won...I get to add that to my collection, don't I?" He points a finger at the S.ceptile next to the trainer, worn down and out of energy. The collector hasn't had a chance to get hs hands on the fully evolved form of H.oenn's grass starter, and he's excited to finally achieve that. When the trianer nods meekly, the collector slurps over his drooling lips and give his gurgling gut a few pats. "Excellent..." Stepping past the trainer, the collect pulls the S.ceptile in close. "I've tasted plenty of T.reecko and G.rovyle in my time...and I'm thrilled to experience my first S.ceptile. It'll make a fine addition to my collection." The collector's big grin splits open as his drooling jaws widen. In a flash, he's engulfed the lizard's head, and he begins to take thick, wet gulps to devour the starter. It does little more than twitch in resistance, too worn out to even attempt a fight against the hungry gullet sucking it deeper. S.ceptile certainly makes for a much bigger meal than either of its pre-evolutions, and its flavor is much richer as well. The collector groans happily as he slurps over the lizard's soft stomach nd thick thighs. With a final slurp, he sucks down the tail, and his white dress shirt pops open as his engorged gut spills out in front of him. The collector belches thickly into the air, giving his stomach a few slow pats as he feels the S.ceptile settle down in his stomach. "Aaaah...it was everything I hoped it would be..." The collector turns to face the trainer, slurping over his lips again as his gut sloshes and gurgles. "Your starter will definitely find his place in my collection soon. At least an inch or two for sure." He rubs over his gurgling gut, his prized 'collection' of P.okemon working on adding yet another to its ranks. "Come challenge me again any time, please. I saw that L.uxray on your team...and I'd love a taste." The collector is already drooling at the thought of sending that lion down the hatch. His gut rumbles heavily, already melting the weakened starter down and pumping it away bit by bit. He waves to the trainer as he watches them scamper off with the rest of their team. He knows that kid will be back. Most do return in some vain attempt to avenge their lost P.okemon. It always gives this collector plenty of chances to add to his ever-growing collection.

"Oooouurrrp!" Another belch rumbles out of the green-in-the-face sailor. He'd been like that ever since he stumbled off of the boat. He'd hoped that resting on the beach would help settle hi nasty indigestion but--"Bwwwooooourp!"--no such luck. He's never been one to get seasick, but it seems that it's bound to happen to everyone eventually. Worse yet is that it had to happen on a full stomach, and now his poor guts are struggling to chug along with its meal. He can still make out the shape of the M.achoke curled up in his tank, no longer moving but still not digesting. The sailor groans and rubs over his stomach, trying desperately to soothe it as it gurgles harshly at him. This isn't the first time he's snacked on a P.okemon while seabound--in fact, P.okemon have always been an important part of his diet! But he'd run out during today's sailing and none of the other sailors had anything to give him, either. So he'd turned on one of the ship's M.achoke. It's plenty easy to get more of them, and he'd made sure to devour one that was on break anyway! But such a big meal on such an empty stomach, with the way it had squirmed and thrashed...that had finally done the sailor in and he'd forced an emergency landing at the nearest town so he could settle his gut. "Oooooooouurrrp!" And it's not going well. He groans as he desperately kneads and massages his gut, doing everything he can to help it process the M.achoke inside. It had stopped fighting not long ago, and the sailor had thought that would be that, but his stomach is still struggling with this one. he'd be stuck on the beach all day, belching and groaning to himself as his body angrily chugs along at the hunk of meat it doesn't want. On the bright side, being stranded on the beach all day let the seasick sailor get in a few battles on lesser trainers. Even with his angry gut, he wiped the floor with most of those punks and got to keep their team in the process. A nice stock of snacks to enjoy once he gets back on the boat...whenever that is. He'll definitely be sporting a ball gut the next time he faces his crew, and he won't hear the end of it when they tease him over his newfound weight. But he doesn't care. So long as the bellyache stops, he'll do anything. Another wet belch echos over the beach, late into the night, as the sailor rubs over a soft belly that rumbles with intensity. No more M.achoke...they're definitely not worth the trouble.

[infernape]

truly such a dope soul pokemon went downhill the second they started making the hiker trainer class skinny

[kourabiedes]

I would love to hear more about Robin, specifically :3 Gimme deets, please!

Oh yeah I guess I should do that

In an out of universe sense, Robin is my particular brand of Juliana. I designed her to fit the experience I had with Scarlet... which basically involved me poking my nose into every. single. corner. of Paldea. She's a hiker, backpacker, and budding photographer, because all those things are what I spent the entirety of my playthrough doing. I think I got like forty hours in before I finally was convinced to stop fucking around and go for the non-Path of Legends badges. A lot of the DLC I did as wing-sister to @the-starkindler, who was playing Violet, and we developed a lengthy headcanon winding the two versions together using our respective characters -- you know, like an Emerald version. This bit is key because it means there are two bike-dragons running around Paldea and the Academy, instead of being represented by one fruit, is more of a basket of them. (Insert jokes here.)

I'm going to put a cut here, because I have a lot to say about my silly girl. Beware all who enter here, for there are OC headcanons afoot.

In-universe, Robin is an established student at the Naruva academy, in her second year, arriving sometime after the Team Star dust-up. She is Kalosian, from somewhere in the vague area of Anistar City (if you don't remember your Kalos locations, that's the place with the big red sundial). She's an introvert who grew up in a family of extroverts, and, as you can imagine, that need for a moment of peace fueled her early interest in backpacking. This got markedly worse when the little sisters started arriving. She has five younger sisters, all between the ages of eight and four at the time of her second year. For context, she's going on sixteen at that point.

(I love my little sister dearly, but she alone was almost enough to send me howling into the wilderness. Five of those? Yeah, Robin's a backpacking pro for a reason.)

At ten (because that's such a sane age to do this), Robin's mom nudged her out the door to do the traditional Kalos Gym circuit. Robin came home from that with a level 100 Espurr, several memory cards' worth of pictures of Kalos, and like, two badges. Her mom wasn't overly surprised.

This is kinda how Robin is. She doesn't want to be a powerful Trainer for the sake of being powerful. She makes herself strong so that she can easily do whatever it is she actually wants to do, which is See All The Things. She's not real worried about whether those Things are supposed to be Off-Limits or not, either. So, as you can imagine, she's fascinated by the stories of the mysterious and/or off-limits places of the world. Cerulean Cave. Mount Silver. Mirage Island. The Great Crater of Paldea.

So when her mom suggests Naruva Academy for her, well, she leaps at the chance. Mom figures hey, her kid may be a little odd, but she clearly has a way with Pokemon, and she's sharp, so send the kid to a good school and see what develops. Robin, on the other hand, is plotting her first Great Crater expedition within seconds of the conversation.

Does this mean she's in and out of the Great Crater a lot? Well, not really, though it's not for lack of trying. The Great Crater really is hard to get into without a flying Pokemon at the very least, and the strength of the wild Pokemon there is considerable. She never gets very far in before having to turn back for simple survival. Nevertheless, she's determined to see the bottom of it someday. (Also she does have to attend classes, which cuts into her exploring time severely. Gotta keep dem grades up or mom might pull her home! The grades net her a Tera Orb though, so hell yeah.)

One question that could be asked is, did she know the Paldea Pals before, since she's an established student? Well, yes and no. She knows of Arven, because the poor guy is utterly overshadowed at this point by his shitlord parents. She knows of Nemona -- there probably isn't anyone in the school who doesn't, to be utterly fair. She doesn't really have any opinion on either. They run in different circles, and the most she's interacted with either is whenever Nemona pounced on her looking for a battle. (Yes, she accepted. No, she never won!)

So how does she get pulled into the Scarlet story? Well, one weekend, while she was out chilling with her Pokemon in the wilds of Paldea, there was a really loud sonicboom overhead, and a few minutes later, a tired-looking red lizard Pokemon walked into her campsite. Like most people, she assumed he was a rare breed of Cyclizar at first, because who expects an ancient legendary Pokemon to just waltz into your life and ask for a sandwich? He's injured, but not badly, and she has the brilliant idea to take him back to the Academy with her and see if the teachers can help. She cuts her picnic short and does just that. No problem, right? Nothing life changing about that.

As you have no doubt guessed, the sonicboom was Miraidon fleeing the crater after being attacked by his nasty counterpart. Koraidon, in this melded universe, was brought over as well before <redacted>, and he and the Miraidon actually bonded and are buddies. When Mirai ran for his life, Kori tried to follow, but he's not as fast and had to land. (Miraidon has that jet butt, after all.)

From here, she gets enmeshed in the Scarlet and Violet storylines -- or, well, some of them anyway. The storylines are divided between her and Mirai's rider Alanna. They sort of swap between player one and player two frequently. Robin was involved the most with the DLC stories and Starfall Street. She was the one Ogerpon chose as a partner (maybe it was all that little sister experience!), and she ended up with Chien-Pao out of the four Treasures. (This is not quite as cool as it sounds. Pao just wants to PLAY. All the fuckin time.)

Let's see, what else. Oh, she has a massive crush on Perrin (unrequited), and though she starts out wanting to shove Carmine into the river, they bond over time and Robin kiiiinda thinks she's cute. (Does this count as Carmine x Juliana shipping? Probably not lmao)

Tl;dr, my Scarlet character is pretty fun.

[scullysexual]

Spooky Mulder's UFO Club (5)

After losing a bet, Scully is forced to join Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club. (actually it’s called The Study of Unexplained Phenomena Project, and it’s a class not a club, but whatever) Ridiculed throughout the school by students and staff alike, Scully wants to get it over with as soon as she can and come “back down to earth” when a class trip up to Alaska, to do their own investigations into the mysterious deaths of four hikers, finds them stranded with an unknown virus wreaking havoc and a woods that becomes its own entity at night, Scully realises this dumb little class packs a lot more horror than she bargained for.

It'll be some time before the next chapter is posted, I want to write a couple more before then. For the time being, enjoy what is probably my favourite chapter so far.

Chapter Four | AO3 | @today-in-fic

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Chapter Five: Can't Help Falling In Love.

With a row all to himself on the plane, Mulder chucks his carryon bag onto the floor, splays out across the seats with his feet up, headphones on, content to just chill out for the next eight hours.

At first, nothing else really exists around him. There’s some general chattering around him that he catches just under the blare of his music, Harrison exclaiming to Reyes, and everyone else nearby, how she’s never been on a plane before and the woman behind him bitching about a co-worker to her flying partner. Everything else is just white noise as he battles a Ratatta on his Gameboy. Throwing a Pokeball at it gives him a moment to look around and his eyes land on Scully in the seat opposite him; stiff as a board, hands clutching tightly around the armrests, her eyes closed as she seems to be making an effort to slowly breath in and out. Concerned, he places his Gameboy on the tray table and tugs off his headphones. A glance at Ethan tells Mulder that the other boy was seemingly asleep, sagged against the window, eyes shut. He leans over gently patting Scully’s arm.

“You good?” Mulder asks when Scully reopens her own eyes.

“Fine,” she answers curtly. Mulder cocks his head to the side. Scully glances around, making sure nobody is in earshot as she leans in closer. “Okay, don’t tell anyone but I am terrified of flying.”

Mulder smiles sympathetically.

“You’re laughing at me…” Scully says with a pout.

“I’m not, really,” assures Mulder. He takes another look at Ethan. “Is he really asleep?”

Scully looks herself. “I think so.”

Mulder shuffles back over to his seat. “Come here, before we take off.”

Hastily unbuckling her seatbelt, Scully moves herself and her bag into the seat next to Mulder. As she refastens the seatbelt, he grabs his Gameboy off the tray and angles it so they can both see it.

“You know what this is right?” Mulder asks.

His questions earns him a punch in the arm and a look.

“Yes, I know what a Gameboy is. My younger brother has one.”

“Right.” The Ratatta caught, Mulder continues on with his task through a forest.

“What are you playing?” Scully asks.

“Pokemon,” Mulder answers with a smile.

The plane rumbles to life, getting ready to speed down the runway. Mulder keeps Scully’s attention on the game.

“You know how to play, right?”

Scully shakes her head.

“You go round battling and collecting these creatures called Pokemon. Some are based on our animals, some completely made up. You’re a trainer and you battle other trainers to win money so you can buy things like healing potions and powerups.”

The plane begins to gather speed as it ploughs down the runway, the momentum forcing them back. Scully’s attention is taken away from the game as the plane begins to lift up, she gasps, grasping the armrests and clinging on for dear life as her body grows tense.

“Hey,” Mulder says tapping her thigh and bringing her attention back to him. “It’s okay.” He takes his headphones and slips them over her head. He presses play on his Walkman and hears the faint tune of Elvis’ voice as he sings I Can’t Help Falling In Love. Scully smiles, more at ease as the plane starts to even out, and Mulder smiles back, happy his efforts have worked. The game still positioned so the two of them can see, he wanders about the forest collecting and battling as Scully watches on, asking questions. An hour into the flight, he passes the Gameboy to Scully, giving her a turn. She makes two Pokemons she attempted to catch faint and loses all the battles but she’s enjoying herself, that’s all that matters. They share snacks, listen to his War of the World’s tape as they eat dinner, and Mulder winds her up with some bizarre theory as he intended to. All in all, it’s a great flight, one made even better when, halfway through, Scully falls asleep, her head falling onto his shoulder. Mulder stares, awestruck for what feels like a long time before a huge smile whips across his face. He slips his headphones on, turning out towards the window, I Can’t Help Falling In Love playing into his ears.

Mulder blinks a couple of times, coming to. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the bright light coming through the window. He runs a hand over his face, jostling something next to him.

Scully. She makes a disturbed noise, shifting in her sleep in her seat, her head still against his shoulder as she gets comfortable once more.

The plane steadily drops down and Mulder looks out to see the small specs of civilisation below him.

“We’ll be landing soon,” Skinner says as he makes his way past Mulder’s seat. Mulder nods and turns to Scully, gently tapping her awake.

“Hey Scully,” he whispers. She makes a sound, awakening. “Skin-Man says we’re landing soon.”

“Uh-hmm…”

Mulder smiles. “That means you gotta awake up.”

Her eyes open, big and blue and still glazed over with sleep. She looks beautiful and Mulder looks away before he does something he’ll regret.

“Where are my glasses?” Scully asks, frowning and sitting up. She stretches as Mulder reaches forward into the basket where he’d tucked her glasses safely away earlier and hands them to her.

She takes them, thanking him, and puts them on.

“Can you see much without them?” he asks.

She nods. “But I get headaches if I don’t wear them so…” She shrugs.

It’s Mulder’s turn to nod. “I’m supposed to wear reading glasses but I don’t.” He looks away like she’s going to berate him. She doesn’t. Instead she just smiles.

“And that’s why you get headaches,” she says tapping his nose.

“Wake up, Minette,” says Skinner, not so gently tapping the boy on the arm. “We’re landing.”

Ethan startles awake, wiping the sleep away from his face and sitting up. He looks to the side of him, to where Scully should be sitting. Instead, his eyes catch to where she actually sits, next to Mulder and while Ethan can’t see her expression with her back to him, he can definitely see Mulder’s- grinning ear to ear like it’s his fucking birthday. Ethan leans back, watching them through veiled anger, seething at the sight.

“All passengers to fasten their seatbelt as we prepare for landing,” the pilot’s voice rings through the speakers.

Mulder fastens his seatbelt and looks to Scully, her expression one of anxiety again.

“You good, Scully?” he asks.

“Could I listen to your music again?”

“Of course.” As he’d done during take-off, he slips the headphones over her head again. The plane jostles slightly as it moves down. He feels her hand slip into his. Mulder looks down, seeing their hands and gives hers a reassuring squeeze as the plane fully begins its descent downwards.

[elfdragon12]

I've come to grips with the fact that, if I were a Pokémon trainer, my "class" would be hiker/backpacker. Not only do I tend to prefer Ground and Rock types, my actual dog would be a Rockruff.

Just give her extra floof around the neck and on tail and it's a match. Especially with the folded ears and love of mountain trails.

[sweetside]

Trainer card:

Name: Mica | Region of Origin: Unova | Type Specialty: Rock

Age: Young Adult | Class: Hiker | Height: 5'5 feet (160 cm) |

@pudgy-planets

[pokemon-npcs]

[s2pdoktopus]

It's messy XD I've been into Vocaloid again, specifically Gumi and Teto and I'm also into Pokemon (the Miku x Pokemon Collab is godsent :)) so I kinda just wound up making this messy sketch.

Teto gets Excadrill (because of course she gets a drill pokemon) I'm thinking she's gonna be a Worker or a Hiker Trainer class

Gumi gets Flygon (I know that it's Ground Type Miku's already but THE GOGGLES!!) And she's gonna be an Ace Trainer or an Athlete Trainer class.

[ranger-crow]

(@teamgardeners) Greetings. I must say, I'm very curious about these Rangers of the human word. What exactly do you do? -Virizion

Rangers are a pretty diverse class of trainers but we play a very important role in our communities. At our core, rangers strive to protect our ecosystems, pokémon, and the people who travel our routes.

On a smaller scale we keep our routes clean and easy to traverse. We guide people, offer battles, and keep an eye out for people who seek to harm pokemon. We work with our local communities to make sure that everyone is safe and living at peace with one another.

Whenever we find pokémon who have been injured, we treat them and take them to the proper rehabilitation centers if they need it. We assist the professors in their research and filling out the dex. When a stronger Pokémon wanders from their territory they can often become a danger to nearby communities as well as themselves. It’s up to us to soothe these pokemon and relocate them to someplace safe.

And on a larger scale, we are some of the only people who can help when disasters strike. Not only cleaning up after storms and other natural disasters- but people who pose a threat to our region as a whole. We help organize evacuations and keep people and pokemon safe during times of crisis. It’s our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

I’ve broken up illegal breeding operations, detained poachers, and busted countless underground fight rings. I’ve guarded eggs, updated Pokédex entries, and delivered countless lost hikers home. I was at the front lines when Team Plasma attempted to overthrow the league and pillaged our cities. And I was there when they returned and froze a chunk of the region.

I became a ranger because I wanted to protect this world that I love so much <3

[dkpsyhog]

In most pokemon games, the vast majority of "trainers" you battle aren't professional trainers, as in "they-battle-for-money" trainers, like the player is. That's why most trainer classes are just hobbies or professions, like "Hiker", "Engineer", or "Waitress".

Those trainers usually have themed teams because they keep pokemon primarily for companionship or helping with their day-to-day activities. Unless you're a full-time battler, why would you want to deal with six pokemon that all have different needs for food, exercise, and care? Might as well stick to similar pokemon of a type that you either like or that's relevant to what you do for fun or work, and keep only as many pokemon with you as you can manage.

The few ordinary trainers that have full or nearly-full teams almost always have several of the same pokemon, like the infamous Fisherman Kyler's team of six magikarp, because it's just logistically easier to work with.

Note the exception that proves the rule- the trainer classes that do have varied teams are classes like "Ace Trainer" or "Veteran", which represent people who actually battle professionally like the player.

The logistical aspect is hand-waved away by the game mechanics because it would be incredibly boring, but canonically your player character is putting in a lot of work to keep six completely different pokemon on them at all times.

the biggest questions detective pikachu answered

no one but professional trainers has a full team of 6 in the pokemon universe because it would be a fucking gigantic hassle to deal with 6 animals, let alone different types that need different things

some people don’t evolve their pokemon because imagine having a fucking cat and then you can choose to make the cat five times as big and strong. would you do this if you weren’t battling.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I'd love some M_asked R_oyale prompts, especially involving an A_lolan H_iker or C_rasher W_ake

Oh sure! We can definitely do some more of him.

Once again, the amazing M.asked Royal has swept the three-way battle! He remains a master in the field...and a very hungry one at that. The crowd cheers as his drooling maw descends over the first of his opponents. He's greedy and merciless as he guzzles the trainer down, his bare stomach swelling out as he sends the man inside. The second tries to thrash around, but he's no match for the power of the masked strange, and he winds up being devoured just as fast as the first, legs flailing in the air as they're slurped down. The third and final meal goes without a fight, being shoveled into M.asked Royal's jaws with ease and devoured with gusto. He belches thickly as his last meal settles, giving his gut a few smacks and letting the crowd go wild around him. Once again, the mysterious trainer has defeated another three opponents! Fans will get their chance to fawn over the man while they churn away, no mercy awarded to them for their defeat. They were just a victory meal at this point, nothing more. People might notice the extra layer of fat on Professor K.ukui's stomach later that day, appearing the same as every time M.asked Royal wins a match. No one's made the connection between the two yet, though. No one who's still alive, at least. Some mysteries are better left unsolved, and the mystery of the M.asked Royal is one that plans to stay that way.

M.asked Royal pants as he keeps his grip on the ring as tight as he can. He's exhausted, his arms sore, and the sweat is making it hard to keep his grip. But he has to. He talked big about endless stamina and a hiker felt like putting it to the test. M.asked Royal feels those pecs flex around him again, still at his armpits. He's managed to survive for this long and he just has to last five more minutes without being sucked into the hiker's chest to win. Another flex pulls on him, and M.asked Royal feels his hands slip. It takes him a second to get his grip back. He smiles, though it's a bit strained. "I-I told you that I have boundless energy! Just...Just a few more minutes now." Another flex tries to suck him deeper. And it does, though he's still holding onto the ring with his fingers. He's up to his neck now, feeling both pecs on the back of his head, ready to pull him in. He tries to pull himself back out again and regain his grip on the ring. But then they flex again and his fingers slide right off. M.asked Royal's eyes widen and he lets out a cry that goes muffled as his face sinks right between the hiker's pecs. He grabs desperately for the ring, not just out of reach, but his arms are slurped into the hiker's chest with final flex that seals him away. The man lets out a content sigh, smiling down at his bulge chest. They bounce around with his squirming meal and he can see the imprints of the man trying to fight inside. He's always been a big fan of the M.asked Royal and to him, it was a great honor to be able to pack him away like that! 'Boundless energy' might have been an exaggeration, of course, as the hiker's chest makes very short work of its meal now that it has it. He pulls the mask out from between his pecs, now free of its owner. The stink of musk is intense coming from it, but the hiker figures, no one really knew what the M.asked Roal looked like. So who's going to know the difference if someone else puts on the mask? It's not like its real owner is here anymore to say otherwise. No one has to know there was ever a change at all.

M.asked Royal might not be a very official wrestler, but he also never turns down a real challenge! So when C.rasher Wake, coming in from S.innoh, challenged him to a match in the ring, he didn't refuse. It at least got the crowd real excited as the two of them duked it out. But M.asked Royal learns pretty fast why you shouldn't wrestle outside your weight class when he finds himself flattened again and again under the much heavier wrestler's bulk. Three matches is all he can take before he's totally out of it and C.rasher Wake is laughing boastfully to the crowd. Royal hoped that would be the end of it, but Wake had plans to collect his victory. M.asked Royal looks up to see the gym l.eader's pants down and his cock hanging out. He can't resist at all as his face is shoved into it and he's being slurped down for the entire crowd to watch. C.rasher Wake, for his part, is at least a good sport about it all, complimenting M.asked Royal for his efforts even as his legs are slurped in and he's turned into a bulge in the man's balls. With no more energy left to give, though, all the defeated man can do is curl up and let the superior wrestler's body liquify him down into a thick load. The last things he heard were the cheering crowd and C.rasher Wake's loud laughter before he's turned into nut sludge. For a final show from M.asked Royal, C.rasher Wake pumps his shaft until he's blasting his load into the ring. It splatters everywhere, coating it white as gallons of cum shoot out. Some bones lands with it, coated in the stuff, but most notably is M.asked Royal's mask striking the floor, soaked in cum. It was a good show for everyone and C.rasher Wake got a new mask to call his own, while the rest of the defeated wrestler would get mopped up later and eventually forgotten about.

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I desperately want to run a homebrewed Ryuutama game converted into an extremely 90s-ified Pokémon campaign.

Original 151 only. (maybe some cameos for fun)

Ultimate cheesy 90s design and tech.

Goofy characters are heavily encouraged.

Totally wanna make a 90s pop playlist for ~ambiance~

Dunno what story I wanna go with or what custom classes I wanna make to replace Ryuutama's distinctly Fantasy style. Obviously Team Rocket would be up in your biz and the Pokémon League would be main goals. Maybe use the OG Pokémon NPC trainer classes like Hikers and Fishermen.

I dunno.

Musing.

Never gonna actually get to do it, anyway.

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every so often i get Possessed by the urge to draw my OCs with pokemon teams.

bonus: luther’s team would absolutely whoop cam’s team’s ass which i love so: