You know things are bad when Arch is dunking on you.
So all these rape-fic stories are confirmed to be written by a woman. The first is one in which a psychotic group of friends go around torturing sloths to death by cutting off their ears, stabbing out their eyes, cutting off limbs, eviscerating them, ect. Then one of the women from this group of budding serial killers breaks her ankle in pursuit of a sloth, only to fall from a tree and be approached by an even bigger sloth. This big sloth has a torn ear, indicating it's one of the sloths they tortured. The sloth "attacks" her and she passes out, pretty vague. She wakes up on a micro-island of sorts surrounded by a body of water which was surrounded by trees, all of which are occupied by dead sloths. Another biggerer sloth, a "Slack-King" as it's called, approaches, also having a fucked up ear from being tortured, approaches the woman. She's overwhelmed by fear and faints again. When she awakes from blacking out, she's left on the outer edge of the forest near her house. Her friends show up and carry her to her house. She then
gives birth to a baby sloth. She tries to abandon it, can't bring herself to do it, isolates herself from her animal torturer friend group to raise the sloth. One day her serial killer buddies show up to her house, kill her baby sloth and showed it off to her. She then grabs the dead baby sloth from them, runs into the forest and throws herself into the moat surrounding the micro island where she was raped and drowns herself to death. Her friends catch up with her, seeing her corpse floating in the water and decide "let's stop killing the sloths and keep them as companions like she did," so in keeping with the story's insanity, they decide to stop torturing and killing the poke-sloths, but fuck them instead I guess.
So that's sick and fucked up, obviously, right? But before I untangle these weeds, because I have a hypothesis I want to pontificate on, let's move on to the next story about the flaming honey badger (I don't know anything about Pokemon after gen 1.)
A "girl" (because, allegedly, the Japanese word for "girl" doesn't indicate age like it does in English ("""allegedly""")) goes into the forest to gather fire wood. The sun was setting and she lost her way, and then comes upon a giant fire weasel Pokemon called a Typhlosion. Since I already have the name and spelling of this giant fire badger thing, I'll just call it by it's official name instead of le funny boomerisms. The story hereon refers to the Typhlosion as "the man," as in "the man of the house." She takes the Typhlosion by the hand and it leads her to its dank bear cave. Unlike the giant sloth Pokemon, the Typholosion can talk and speak English. The Typhlosion tells her to stay in the cave while he goes out to gather food. The girl can see the trees outside the cave swaying and a glowing light in the distance, then the Typhlosion returns with some red berries and gives them to her to eat. He also instructs her "even if you wake up before I do, don't look at my face."
dafuq? The girl eats and sleeps, and when she wakes up she sees the sun is already setting, so she not only slept the entire night but the whole day as well. Typhlosion then tells the girl they'll eat green berries today instead. Typhlosion goes out, the glowing red light beams through the swaying trees again and he returns with the green berries. He instructs her to eat and repeats the instruction of "even if you wake up before I do, don't look at my face."
no, really, dafuq? The girl then questions "can you actually help me find my way back home? My family is probably worried about me." to which Typhlosion yawns, taps her on the head with his claw and she immediately forgets about her family. So not only is he roofying her, he's also mind wiping her too. Fantastic. They then eat the berries and go to sleep. They repeat this same pattern ad nauseam for who knows how many days. Odd thing is it's only just now that she realizes that the giant flaming weasel is actually not a man, but a Typhlosion. Insert "blind as a bat" Meat Loaf joke here. She's been living in the Typhlosion's cave for so long that it's now winter, and the Typhlosion starts digging further into the cave and instructs the girl to go get tree branches from up off each tree to avoid being spotted by hunters. She goes out and only manages to climb midway up each tree to break off branches. She returns with the branches and Typhlosion notices the kind of branches she brought him and says "That won't do, if you don't do a better job, humans will find us." implying the Typhlosion doesn't know the girl is actually a human? They continue the routine until one day the girl wakes up holding a newborn bestiality rape-baby in her arms
. About a week goes by and the Typhlosion tells the girl that her father is looking for her, but the Typhlosion can't let her go because she's his """wife""" and they'll have to fight over her. The girl pleads with the Typhlosion not to kill her dad and pleads with him to just stay and "sleep" as they always do. The next day, Typhlosion tells his child-bride/baby-mama/hostage-victim that her dad is closing in on their location and to go see for herself. She leaves and intentionally breaks off a low branch to lead him to Typhlosion's
rape dungeon lair. Typhlosion knows she broke off a branch, sings a weird song she's never heard him sing before and he tells her he knows what she did, and instructs her that should he lose a fight with her father to remove his eyes, tongue and heart and burn them in a funeral pyre. She is to sing the song he was just singing (a funeral dirge) until the fire dies out. Shortly after, the Typhlosion goes out to meet her dad in one-to-one combat, in which her dad somehow slays the giant fire weasel, presumably with a shotgun. The girl runs out to meet her dad for the first time in nine months and tells her dad that he just killed her "husband" and they have to rip out its eyes, tongue and heart for the funeral pyre. They proceed with the funeral pyre and sing until the fire burns out. The dad then builds a small hut for his daughter and her bastard genetic abomination to live in. Somehow word got out that she copulated with a Typhlosion and they start mocking her relentlessly until they drape a Typhlosion pelt over her and her child. Woooow. "Hey, we know you were kept hostage by a giant flaming rape bear in the woods, so we're going to drape this bear pelt over you to remind you what it's like to have it lurching over you." Naturally the girl pleads with her dad to get the villagers to stop sexually harassing her with the pelt. He does, but not only do they not listen but they escalate even further, causing the girl and her child to flee into the forest to never be seen again. It's here the story says "and they came to understand that Typhlosions were half human," whatever the fuck that means.
I will never understand why any woman anywhere in any point of time would have a rape fetish. When men have a rape "fetish," it's because they're sadists deriving a sense of power from the idea of being the rapist. You can trace the violence back to a motive. Not so with a woman's rape fetish, because whenever a woman has a rape fetish, she's the victim of the rape. The idea of being sexually aroused by the notion of being sexually assaulted makes no sense. Even masochists who enjoy getting whipped in BDSM still exert ultimate control over what happens to them with a safe word. However, these stories and the particular way they're structured seems
deliberate.
With that in mind, it's time to unveil my hypothesis.
The woman who wrote these two stories is a zoophile, full stop, no beating around the bush, no room for interpretation, no charitable excuses like "muh media literacy" and "muh Japanese folk lore" bullshit. It's obvious this woman is sexually aroused by animals. If true, and it is, why are both of these stories couched in such cruel brutality? Why is it that in none of them there's never a mutual attraction between characters where both parties consent? Wouldn't that be a more pleasant fantasy than getting ambushed and raped during a black out? With the first story, I could simply argue she's just a zoosadist, no different from all those deranged women from the Million Pity monkey torture clique, but in that story, the woman doing the animal torture gets here "comeuppance."
Oh. I see what you did there. The author of these rape fics
knows that wanting to have sex with an animal is wrong, and wanting to do that makes you a sick fuck. But, what if she could somehow write her zoofic and get away with it? What if she could make it happen without it being
her fault? She can't be a sick fuck if the animal just... does its thing, of its own accord, and without her prompting the animal to do it. You can further erase responsibility by having it happen in her "sleep," so she's not even aware enough to accidentally enjoy it. This also explains why, despite being very rapey by implication, the story with the Typhlosion is written in an almost Beauty and the Beast Stockholm syndrome style romance.
She wants it to be romantic for real, but she knows damn well how bad it would look if she just... wrote that. So she has to cover her real intentions in layers of plausible deniability.
Another layer to this is when she pulls the sympathy card. In the first story, the mother of the literal-rape ape spawn has her dead, mangled baby shown off to her by her psychotic, animal mutilating friends, at which point she
tragically takes the sloth infant and runs off to drown herself to death in grief. So the story went from "she hurts animals so she deserved to get fucked" to "she just lost her child, feel sorry for her." The same thing happens to the girl in the other story, only without the pretext of being an abject monster to justify the animal fucking. The villagers harass her and try to drape her in the pelt of the animal that held her hostage, raped her in her sleep and gave her a rape baby.
All the most cruel aspects of these stories exist to cover up something that, on its own, would be really, really bad, designed to be made less noticeable compared to the other awful things going on.
And that's me giving a charitable interpretation. The surface interpretation of these stories reads as "I'm turned on by animal torture, bestiality, rape, roofies and sexual harassment" and I wouldn't be too surprised if I were completely wrong and this lady really is much more fucked up than I imagined, and that rather than the narrative elements being a cover for one depravity, they're just a vehicle to move from one to the next.
And because there can be no epic without multiple endings, this whole fiasco reminds me of a line of dialog from Pokemon gold/silver, which reads as "Did you know people used to marry their Pokemon?"
In its original context, as it was presented, this was a one-off throwaway line meriting a simple "huh, that's weird. Anyway..." but now with all this added context from behind the scenes, it reads as "We, at Game Freak, creators of Pokemon, are tacitly admitting to being zoophiles and we give you, the player, permission to zoo-goon to our four-legged companion characters too!"
I also read in Arch's comment section that in one of the Pokemon games, you can have a companion Pokemon that follows behind you and at some point will express romantic feelings for you.
Pokemon has always been pro-bestiality and the Vaporeon meme is canon
and I wouldn't be at all surprised if it were actually written and posted by Game Freak staff.
