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Volsar wakes up one morning with a splitting headache only to find out that he's shrunken overnight, so he tries to seek help from Lucario in an attempt to grow back to his original size. ...It doesn't work out the way he hoped it would. Also, scat warning.

Volsar guest stars.

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Doodle Story: Abra Scat-tastrophe

The abra wasn't sure what was going on when he woke up, nor did he know what happened the previous night. He heard something about some war going on, then saw all these massive, terrible monsters appeared at night, slaughtering many of his friends right before him like common game. He was teleporting, using his psychic powers against the foes, even getting to the point where he lifted one of them up into the air and bashed him against a tree several times over. There had been a few punches thrown, a few kicks shoved up his ass, and then some menacing black creature walked over to him and just started bashing the abra against a log, apparently immune to his wise and telekinetic skills. Losing much of his power, the abra attempted to perform his special "Target Minimize" move, an attack that turns enemies into micro creatures that are about the size of a worm. The abra didn't know what happened, but he was guessing that the attack didn't work and the beast knocked him out cold. Hours went by, and now it was morning. The sun was shining, a few birds were flapping their wings or singing in the trees, and the waterfall could be heard about a mile or two away. The abra rubbed his head and groaned loudly before rising to his knees, staggering in the process.

"Shit...what the fuck happened last night?" he wondered.

The abra looked up and noticed that the sky was dark brown and jagged. That can't be right...sure; the sky was red, gray, blue, black, and orange even, but actual brown? It looked like dirt, and had little patches of what appeared to be green blobs in it too. The abra looked left and right and noticed that the ground looked exactly the same as the sky. But that wasn't because the world was topsy-turvy. It was because he was stuck inside a log that was growing moss.

"Damnit, Volsar, what did you get yourself into this time?"

Volsar could see the outside world through the opening of the log to his right and decided to head out of the log to see if he could find anyone. Groaning and rubbing his head, the abra could hear his heart beating and was having trouble seeing, his vision gradually fading in and out. He had a splitting headache and could barely concentrate on anything anymore, which was a bit of a problem, since his attacks were useless whenever he had a headache. Volsar reached the end of the log and suddenly became very lightheaded, hearing nothing but his heart beating and what sounded like dry air swarming through his ears. Volsar grabbed his head with both hands and collapsed, falling out of the log onto the ground, squeezing his head as he began to suffer from the blackout. He couldn't see anything and heard nothing but his heartbeat and wind blowing. He didn't feel like moving, for every twitch of his leg would result in almost unbearable pain. Volsar whined and curled up in the fetal position, hoping his vision and movement would come back soon before the enemy found him lying down, paralyzed and helpless. But then, Volsar opened his eyes and his vision began to come back very slowly, until he could see the exact same log he just fell out of. Now, the common abra is short, but even Volsar is taller than a log lying horizontally on the ground. Everything suddenly became clear now, and Volsar realized that not only was he suffering from a splitting headache, but he was at most, six inches tall. Someone shrunk him overnight and probably left him to die. Who knows; maybe he shrunk himself and the Target Minimize move was reversed straight back to the abra. That would explain why he was still alive. Maybe he used his move against the enemy, and they countered the attack the second it was about to hit them, bouncing it back over to Volsar and hitting him instead. Once the smoke cleared, they thought they had vanquished the Pokémon, but he really just shrank and fell inside the log through a hole, losing consciousness when he hit his head against the wood.

"Of all the things that could happen...well, I suppose I should be lucky I'm not dead. Now if I can get past my headache and all these...blackouts...maybe I can find Lucario and see if he can help..."

Volsar grabbed his head again and fell to his knees, suffering from another blackout that temporarily paralyzed him and took away his vision. It didn't last as long as the previous blackout, nor was it as painful, but these blackouts weren't helping his headache at all. If he didn't receive some kind of medical attention soon, he'd lose consciousness completely, and the enemy could find him this time around. Once the blackout passed, Volsar stood up and heard a few twigs crunching in the distance. The abra gazed out into the forest until he saw Lucario walking through the woods, desperately searching for someone. Volsar swore in his mind and suddenly remembered that he told Lucario he was gonna rendezvous with him back at the base of operations. He also remembered telling Lucario that if he didn't show up at all to start searching for him out in the woods.

"Volsar?"

His head was throbbing profusely, but he still managed to hear Lucario's telepathic thoughts. Volsar started sprinting over to Lucario, waving his arms around and shouting out his name in a desperate, but futile attempt to get his attention.

"HEY!! LUCARIO!! I'M DOWN HERE!!!!" he screamed.

Lucario's ears twitched upon hearing the tiny voice, but assumed it was nothing and continued to walk through the woods. Coincidentally, Lucario began to walk over to where Volsar was standing, and the abra smiled, thinking he actually heard him and was getting ready to pick him up. Suddenly, he heard his heart beating again and his vision slowly began to slip away. Falling to his knees, Volsar went into another blackout, unaware that Lucario was still walking over to where he was. The abra could feel the seismic vibrations in the ground, and once the blackout was done with, he looked up to see a large, black footpaw headed straight towards him. Volsar's jaw dropped once he looked up at Lucario's left sole and realized any second now, it was going to come crashing down and turn the abra into crimson.

"SHIT!!"

Volsar rolled out of the way, yelping once the foot came down inches away from his body, the force of the impact making him bounce into the air a little. Lucario stood next to the log Volsar had been trapped inside and looked left and right, trying to find the abra.

"Volsar?" he shouted out again.

But there was still no response.

"HELLO!!! DOWN HERE!"

Lucario sighed and sat down on the log, realizing Volsar was nowhere to be found.

"Guess I'll just sit here and wait for him to return."

Good, thought Volsar. Now I won't even have to worry about him leaving again. If only I could find a way to get his attention though...hmm... Volsar snapped his fingers and smiled. He knew the perfectly way to get the Pokémon's attention. The abra ran over to Lucario's left leg and jumped onto his footpaw, carefully running through the black fur until he reached the leg and started jabbing it with his fingers.

"Hey, Lucario! Look down here goddamnit!"

Lucario grimaced and started wiggling his toes as though they were itching. The Pokémon assumed a small fly or other insect had landed on his leg and was crawling around through his black fur. Volsar sighed heavily and grunted once he faded into a blackout for a split second then came back into reality. He needed to get Lucario's attention now before he got bored and decided to leave and search for him somewhere else. The abra opened his mouth wide and lunged for the Pokémon's fur. Then he bit down hard, emitting a loud crunch like he just bit through an overcooked slice of bacon. Lucario winced and grunted with his teeth grit and eyes shut. Volsar didn't want to hurt Lucario, but this was the only way to get his attention, and it would help him out in the long run. Lucario jerked his left leg forward and shook the "bug" from his leg, sending Volsar high into the air, screaming at the top of his lungs. Lucario thought he heard something, even saw a yellow blur in the middle of the air, but he simply shook his head and disregarded the noise, still waiting for Volsar's return.

"I wonder where he ran off to. Hopefully none of those Virus Digimon got to him. We already lost a sufficient amount of Pokémon yesterday."

Lucario rubbed his chin and pondered deeply about what happened to Volsar. He knew he wasn't dead, but he could've been captured, and was in the process of being tortured to death. All anyone had to do was give the abra a considerable headache and many of his powers would be null. Maybe he was hiding because someone gave him a headache during battle, and he knew he couldn't defend himself without any backup. Whatever the reason was, Lucario knew that the abra was out there somewhere. He could sense his aura, even if it was vague and distant. He could also sense the discomfort in his colon as his stomach bubbled at him. Lucario looked down at his gut before it growled loudly at him, causing Lucario to groan and hold his stomach with both arms. Hmm...probably shouldn't have eaten all that chocolate before departing on his search for Volsar. Or that mustard and pepperoni sandwich. Or that can of refried beans. And the fact he hadn't used the bathroom in the past three days wasn't soothing his bowels either. Lucario got off the log and took a few steps forward, looking left and right to make sure that no one was around. He couldn't help but wonder if a Digimon came along and, out of all sorts of possibilities, saw the almighty and wise Lucario taking a shit in the woods. Needless to say, it'd be embarrassing. But the coast was clear, so he had enough time to empty his bowels and resume his search for Volsar. Lucario exhaled loudly and squatted to the ground, extending the diameter of his asshole to let the poop out.

Volsar groaned loudly and rose from the ground, rubbing his throbbing head again as his vision slowly came back. Lucky Volsar, he landed on the dirt instead of the rock so he only suffered minor damage. The abra shook his head and looked forward to see Lucario's black footpaws again. Only, they were facing the opposite direction. He smelled the air a few times when something aromatic disturbed his olfaction and shouted when he looked up to see Lucario's hairy ass cheeks and his butthole wide open. Still unable to fully comprehend his surroundings, he wasn't sure why Lucario was squatting. Perhaps he was working out and stretching his muscles, doing a couple of warm-ups in case the enemy showed. It wasn't until now that Volsar knew how foul Lucario's ass stunk. Sure, it was an ass, but he imagined Lucario having one that at least had a tame scent to it. But he was an animal after all, and he figured Lucario had better things to do than focusing on hygiene and how much his butt stank. Volsar waved a hand in front of his nose and began to walk away when he heard Lucario grunting and saw the butthole push itself out little. The abra stared at Lucario's rump for a little longer, trying to understand what was wrong, until the butthole bulged outwards again and released a strong gust of wind, followed by a deafening sound of thousands of horns tooting, the force of which made the ground rumble and pushed Volsar back a few inches. The abra put up his hands up and shut his eyes, trying to block out the force of the wind coming from Lucario's blue butt, but it was useless. Once the earthquake ended, Volsar groaned loudly and plugged his nose.

"THAT STINKS!!!" he shouted.

Lucario didn't hear him, and grunted again, blowing out another foul supply of flatus from his posterior, stinking up the atmosphere with the notorious scent of hydrogen-sulfide. Volsar had no problem when it came to flatulence and bowel movements, but it was barely past dawn, his head was hurting, and he was only an inch or two taller than a red ant. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for scat-play, and the humidity coming from the gas was only making his headache worse. Lucario groaned and let out a strong, but wet and bubbly burst of gas this time, emitting a stench so foul Lucario had to plug his own nose for a brief moment. Trying not to retch, Volsar looked up at the hole in-between Lucario's buttocks and saw something brown and chunky squeezing its way out into the open world. More importantly, Volsar saw that it was hanging right above his head, and about to descend on top of him. Volsar turned around and began to run when his vision began to fade and he became weak again.

"Not...now..." he muttered weakly.

Volsar collapsed to his knees, practically paralyzed once more by the blackout. He couldn't see or hear much of anything, except the muffled sound of more trumpeting, and the air began to stink once the trumpeting ceased. Lucario grunted again and squatted even lower, practically to the point where his buttocks were touching the ground. Volsar shook his head and quickly recovered from the blackout, but by then, it was too late. The abra turned around after hearing a disgusting, squelch-like and flatulent noise, before he saw the brown projectile making its descent, with nothing to stop it.

"Shit."

Before he could even take the first step, the lump of dung fell on top of him, pinning him to the ground like a wrestler who smelled like he had been rolling around in sewage waste. Volsar groaned loudly; the lower half of his body was covered. He swore again and tried to scurry out from underneath the feces before more trumpeting was heard, and another lump fell on top of him. Nothing was visible now, short of Volsar's head and his left arm. The abra shouted in disgust and tried to crawl his way out of the mound, but in his condition, there was no way. Lucario widened his anal sphincter and released another ball of shit, which landed directly on Volsar's head, covering him completely. Lucario sighed with relief and passed more gas before squeezing out another massive log, which landed with an audible squish. Despite everything, Volsar was lucky. Even though he was having trouble breathing, and when he did inhale, scat crept into his mouth or nose, Lucario wasn't a hyper shitter. He also wasn't a giant Pokémon like Charizard or Blastoise, so his mound wouldn't be the size of a boulder. Even better was that Lucario had a rather healthy diet, and wasn't suffering from diarrhea. The scat was hard and lumpy, not sticky and hot, so at least it wouldn't be hard for Volsar to clean himself up after Lucario finished. The Pokémon sighed again and dropped two balls of dung this time before raising his tail high and letting out more foul air, which strangely smelled like the mustard and pepperoni sandwich. Despite the smell underneath him, he was having a normal bowel movement and felt no pain at all, just the pressure in his anus shortly before letting out the slurry. Lucario suddenly jolted when he let out a chaotic, but short fart and released five giant logs afterwards, all five of which made a loud plop in the mound. When all that was all done with, he grunted with fists made and excreted a log that was at least one foot long and coiled around, almost forming a circle on top of the mound. Lucario exhaled again once his bowels felt clear and fanned a paw behind his rear before standing straight up. At the last second, Lucario squatted back down and let out the final ball of shit with a loud fart and sighed again.

The Pokémon let his tail fall back down and stood up again before glancing back down at the mess he made. Surprisingly, there was more excrement than he anticipated, enough to cover a turtle if one was underneath him. The miracles of going outside were that he didn't have to worry about cleaning it up since the bottom feeders would get to it anyway. But he still had to worry about cleaning his own ass. Lucario ripped off a few leaves from a nearby bush and rubbed them against his dirty ass, wiping the smudges of scat away before getting rid of the leaves. Then he started to walk away, off to continue his search for the missing Volsar. Elsewhere, Volsar screamed with massive frustration and disgust once he burst through the mound of Lucario shit, gagging and coughing up all the scat that got inside his maw. The abra looked down at his body and groaned with disgust. He was absolutely filthy, and smelled horrendous. Shaking some of the poop off, Volsar looked beyond the horizon and saw Lucario walking away. He thought about chasing after him to get further assistance, but he already tried to get his attention, and all Lucario did was shake him off his leg and left him that as a present.

Maybe he should seek help from someone else...