[Not quite sure whether this crosses the border into lemon.  Or into
"sick".  You have been warned.  ^_-]

Pikachu knew he should not stay where he landed.  Any place that
reeked of decaying flesh was usually not a good place to rest.  But he
was still in shock from what had just happened.

As he remembered happening many times before, Ash handed him over to
Nurse Joy, who stuck him in a machine.  He had never quite remembered
what happened inside the machine, so this time he tried to pay close
attention.

First the slight pain of a needle, sucking something from near his
stomach.  It disgorged this into a dish, which was then hit with
various chemicals and energies until it grew - and fast - into an
identical copy of him, but without the bruises and burn marks from his
latest match.  He had barely puzzled out that this was a quick-grown
clone when some psychic force ripped away at his mind, fingering
through every memory and instinct and feeding it into the clone.  Then
the clone was removed.

Pikachu barely got a glimpse of Ash eagerly accepting the impostor
before a trap door opened beneath him, sending him tumbling towards
some fan blades which his instincts barely let him bounce off of
instead of get chopped into pieces by.  Beneath that had been a pit,
its floor invisible underneath a mountain of dead pokemon...and now
capped by a living one.

He had barely sorted this out when a door on the pit's side opened,
admitting a frowning Nurse Joy who descended the ladder rungs in the
wall under the door.  "Great.  Just great.  You couldn't just get
chopped up like everyone else, oh no..."

Disregarding her words, Pikachu bounded towards his only hope of
salvation...only for Nurse Joy to pick him up by the cheeks.
"Pikaaa..."

"Now, what am I going to do with you, hmm?"  Joy massaged the red
electric sacs on his face.  "I can't have any witnesses, you know.  The
Joys have to maintain their appearances at all costs.  The public
needs their 'miracle' cured pokemon, even if this *is* the only way to
do it, but they need to *think* we're wholesome and pure.  Except for
the ones we sleep with, and they think we're only perverts in bed."

"Pii...piiKAAA..."  No longer able to hold it in, Pikachu sent a large
jolt of electricity into his captor.

"That *hurt*."  Joy smiled, and a familiar scent tickled Pikachu's
nose.  Almost like that scent from between Misty's legs that one time
Ash had...well, Pikachu never did get that good a look, but they
certainly seemed to enjoy it.  "Do it again."

Something in the back of Pikachu's mind suggested Joy was enjoying
this when she should be in pain, but when Joy squeezed his cheeks
again, it was more reflex than overridable instinct that sent his
charge through her arms.

"OHOHOHOHOHOHohohohohoho...what, all out?"  Joy pinched harder, but
was only rewarded by a panting Pikachu.  "Why, you little...!  I'm
*right* on the edge already, do you know that?"  Her voice's fever
pitch bore considerably non-mute testimony to her words.  "How dare you
bring me here so quickly only to run out!"

"Chaaa..."

"Don't you 'cha' me, you worthless yellow rat!"  Joy plucked the skull
mask from a Marowak head and slammed it into Pikachu.

"KAAA!"  Pikachu felt his left leg snap, not even looking to know bone
now punctured skin.  Desparate, he looked around for anything that
could get him away from this monster...and there, in the corner, was a
diglett trying to look merely unconscious.  "Pikapi!"

"Dig..."  Its cover blown, the mole pokemon tried to shrink away in
terror, eyes locked in morbid fascination as Joy grabbed Pikachu's
broken leg and tried to tear it off.

"PIIIKAAAAA!"

'You're next!'  The burrower could not discount the logic in those
words.  Ineed, he had already seen Joy glance its way and smile,
promising just that.  Sighing, he dug into the rough terrain of bodies,
carving a bloody trail through unfeeling flesh.

Joy smiled as he popped up between her feet.  "Ooh, wanna be my dildo,
little one?"  She squatted, and the diglett could see she was wearing
no underwear.  "*Come* on in."

He shifted closer, then flipped up and began digging through Joy's
body.  Immersing himself completely to dull Joy's screams of pain, he
looped back again and again to lengthen his tunnel through her torso,
finally popping out of her neck only after the remnants of her heart
stopped beating.

Barely did the two sense victory when the room's sensors, detecting no
more living Nurse Joy within its walls, activated the meat grinder -
strong enough to grind up even the toughest rock pokemon - that was the
room's true floor.  Mercifully, the room had a light load this time,
leaving only a minute for the survivors to panic and a few seconds for
them to feel their bodies torn asunder...

---

"And they're all so cheerful and gentle and nice..."

"Whatever."  Misty and Ash rolled their eyes in unison, then exchanged
a quiet giggle when they caught each other doing the same thing.  Misty
wondered how long Brock would go on about Nurse Joy before realizing
they had left the pokemon center far behind.  She felt certain that,
for him, half an hour was not his personal record.
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