Journal entry #3 dives into Zasalamel’s history and his slow decent into madness.

Years since end of war 305, years since devolving 302, or…something like that. Its hard to remember anymore.

These days…they are becoming harder and harder to live with. My mind…is it my own anymore? My memories of my former life, they are fading just as fast as I am making new memories of this life. Once a great researcher who was at the forefront of mythological advancement with magic is not reduced to nothing more than a common house Pokemon. Delphine…you were supposed to be my friend and yet you…reduced me to this. A Slowpoke, a pet…I fuck toy. My ass hurts just laying here while I write. Granted if you were to look at my face I’m blushing right now, my tail wags happily and I well…I feel very satisfied but…its so unbecoming. It’s a good thing Delphine doesn’t own any more pets else I would be the lacking stock of them, my pride splattered all over the ground. The moaning, the groaning, the begging for release…

I hope she doesn’t read this and figure out how much I enjoy being stuffed by her.

[Scribbles over the paper trying to black out the paw prints]

“Stay focused Zasalamel…you can do it. Don’t let your mind wander, stay focused, write…write damn you. Writing will keep you sane, it’ll keep you focused.”

[Sighs.]

Today I’ll write about…the war, plates and my shared history with Delphine and her husband Dolphus. Maybe through writing I’ll regain some of my sanity. Believe it or not but when I’m with Delphine I feel like my mind is my own. I don’t know why that is, she’s the reason I lost my crown, my powers, my knowledge. My sanity and memories…they were not becoming my own long before I lost my crown.

My history

I’ve been studying Pokemon souls since I was little, I was born about 100 years before the great war. Unlike other Slowpokes I worked hard to train my mind, my psychic abilities and to be more than some dim-witted fool who basked in the sun all day. Granted I do enjoy a good lazy day just like any other of my kind. Ambition…it drives my forward, and it is what drove me to becoming a researcher. So as soon as I saw the chance, I left in Harbor Bay and traveled to Port Lore to study magic.

I graduated from the Academy that is in Port Lore, it specialized in magic, and I took full advantage of it. It wasn’t until after I left that I evolved while attending a fishing trip with some friends back then. One of them, a Buizel dropped a fish into the water after catching it and when I dove in to get it, I was bitten by a Shellder and presto I was a Slowking. Which is a good thing since Slowbros are not that bright and would have hated to spend my entire life being well…stupid.

After this event began studying Pokemon souls and figured out how the strength of a Pokémon’s soul is what determines their strength and most importantly their life span….

[Gets ink all over his face while trying to think.]

My head hurts so much and…I’m getting ink all over myself. It’s becoming hard to think again. Is this truly what my life is going to be from now on. Will my last days be reduced to this, unable to clearly write out my thoughts, constant headaches and my tail hole always hurting or my lap feeling like a large fox is slamming down on it constantly…because that is what my life is? A series of mistakes is what lead me here…

[attempts to crumble up the paper but stops and spreads it back out. Zasalamel wipes away a few tears]

I refuse to let this be my fate. This feeling…it reminds me of when I attempted to steal the Dread Plate. The very event that put me here in the first place.

The Great War was a battle of the Elder God Pokemon, Arceus and Giratina vs Necromza. This battle was over the Arceus’s plates which had been forged at Star Struck Valley which is a magical valley that can be found some distance away from Port Lore. I had been part of Giratina’s forces as his lead researcher and assisted his top Commander Radiance a Diancie in coming up with plans and assisted her in her magical practice. While part there I created a crown that could harness the magical energies stored in the plates and use them as the wielder saw fit. That very crown was used to help our forces finally defeat Necromza and send him back to the distortion world aka the world between.

That battle until that point had nearly been lost, even with the combined efforts of all the Elder Gods and the Generals, Commanders and even some of the strongest normal Pokemon such as myself and Delphine, though even with all of that we still nearly lost the war. Even the final battle came to some luck, and I fear that if Necromza was return there is a strong chance we might not win next time. His power…its far more powerful than what any of us are ready for. What’s scary is that he didn’t even own many of the plates which had the ability to amplify his powers.

After the war the plates were split up with some going with the Generals, Commanders and Pokemon deemed worthy to protect the plates. I wasn’t one of those given a plate. I was crushed, I didn’t understand how me, Zasalamel wasn’t given the chance to protect a plate and yet it was my invention that allowed us to win the war. It was after moment that I began looking for a way to get back at them, to prove that I could do it. But…I was growing old by that point, and it was become harder for me to easily remember things or use my abilities. My morality was showing…

[Sits for a moment staring at the paper. The Slowpoke rubs his eyes, they were wet again. Zasalamel slams his paws on the paper and knocks it away. He was struggling to recall what happened next, what did he do next? Shaking his head, he walks over to the door into his room and pounds his head against the door. Maybe a little bit of pain…anything to recall…]

“Zassy what are you doing?” It was Delphine, the Ninetales had walked by him on her way to the kitchen. “I’m going to start making dinner soon, I’m thinking of making your favorite tonight. What would you like, fish or pork?”

“How about neither…” The Slowpoke sighed. “Its not like I’ll remember.”

“I never wanted this for you, you know that right? Don’t’ give up though, your mind is not lost yet, we’ll find a way to keep you together.” Zasalamel gets poked on the nose by the fox. “Maybe we could you know…transform you into something else. It worked for Ruby and Dolphus. Can you picture Dolphy trying to fit in this mansion? He was so big when he was a Giratina. Now he’s an adorable Lycanroc-Mightyena. His cock is so big--”

“Please don’t call my Zassy…unless its in the bedroom.” Zasalamel says, the Slowpoke’s cheeks were crimson red. “And…do you really have to talk about…cocks right now.”

“We’re in the bedroom now.” Delphine brushes up against the Slowpoke. She leans in and whispers in his ear. “Plus, if I remember right someone likes getting stuffed before dinner with his favorite toy.” Delphine nuzzles the Slowpoke who whines.

“I’m not a sex machine, my ass still hurts from earlier. Sheesh why do you have to have that sexy Ninetales body with that Houndoom size cock. I don’t know why you had to pull out of me so roughly.” The Slowpoke bitterly blushed.

“You asked for me to be rough with you.” Delphine murres while licking his ear. The Slowpoke’s tail starts wagging. “And I always strive to take care of my own. Even you Zassy.” Delphine stands up and gives the Slowpoke a slap on his ass making him moan. Zasalamel quickly puts a paw over his mouth though the damage was already done. “Dinner will be in an hour Zassy.” Delphine starts walking out shaking her tails as she walked.

“Oh and if you want to come see what Mama is cooking well…you know where to find me.” With a wink she walks away.

[Returns to writing]

Great why did she have to come by…now I need…I kind of need to get laid.

So, unbecoming.

I’m better than this, better than this, come on…don’t give into your animal instincts that is what dumb Slowpokes do. I’m Zasalamel, Zasalamel…Zassy…

DAMNIT!!!

[Closes his notebook and locks it away. The Slowpoke began humping himself against his bed picturing himself sitting on top of Delphine and riding her. To be honest he didn’t really feel like getting behind her and doing him but rather he wanted to get done by her. He loved it, he loved the teasing, the humping, the thrusting, her scent, her nipping, biting, calling him her favorite pet. He loved it and missed it already.

Taking a deep breath Zasalamel composed himself before walking out of the room to track down his master. He didn’t just want her…no he needed her! He needed her so badly. As he walked down the hall the Slowpoke couldn’t help but start remembering some things, he thought he had forgotten…]

[A bit later]

Well dinner was very nice; we had some good fish and chips. Delphine and Dolphus were talkative tonight and I rather enjoyed listening to them. After dinner the three of use engaged in some…after dinner activities that were very…enjoyable to say the least. Delphine gave me a shower afterwards that um…required another shower afterwards. I’m not proud that I…begged for more and told her how happy it made me.

[Draws a few hearts.]

What is wrong with me? This is supposed to be an academic journal not some…diary. Hathor would write in a diary not Zasalamel. But how many academic scholars try to steal the Dread plate and then has their crown shattered by the Pokemon they love…

[Starts erasing that last thought.]

Ignore that last thought, I’m too smart to love anyone. Besides whom wants to have my eggs? At the rate I’m going Delphine might inject some ditto essence into me bred me that way. She always says I have egg baring hips…

[Tries to erase his last lines but only smears the ink everywhere. The Slowpoke lifts a hindleg and saw that he was erect…again.]

I’m literally in my own special slice of hell…One where I get laid all the time and…like it.

I’m Zassy and I’m a lovable Slowpoke who likes to get smooches from his Ninetales mommy.

[Sighs]

I…I think…I don’t think I…I…know that…

I like being her adorable, cute, plump, sexy, thicc…oh my lord I wrote it with two c’s. Just get it over with Zassy…it’ll make it that much easier. Well…here I got..

I LOVE BEING DELPHINE’S PET SLOWPOKE. I AM ZASSY AND I…I…

I think I’m losing sense of my identity. The longer I am stuck like this the more my identity is chipping away. I fear I will soon have to face a fate worth than death and that is losing who you, watching as you mind slowly chips away and the person that you once were dies a near silent death. Soon Zasalamel might be no more and is replaced with…

ZASSY. The Slowpoke who loves beings teased and getting his tail hole plowed daily by the very Pokemon that made him like this. Alas I tire and at this point all I'm doing is rambling on now.

Until next time.

- Zassy