Hale Shruff locked the door to his decrepit manse, and quickly scurried along the bright and sunny street to the corner store. Shortly upon arriving at the discount Pokemart, the slender man already appeared anxious and wane, despite having only walked for a handful of minutes outside. He nervously heaved carton upon carton of the store's cheapest pidgeotto eggs into his basket, brusquely cutting into the checkout's long line of shoppers without a word. Nobody wanted to confront the flighty man, bundled-up in a heavy, unseasonable coat and hat, his face drawn and obscured by large sunglasses. He reeked of a bizarre, unfamiliar odor that encouraged the surrounding customers to give the rude stranger a wide berth. Upon ringing up his considerably large order of eggs, the checkout machine's reader beeped upon scanning his debit card.

The young, cheery grocer girl timidly explained, "Um, sir. It says your account is overdrawn for these groceries...by um, a lot. Do you want to put some of these eggs back or...?" The man stared back implacably at the checkout clerk, before fishing a cracked, weathered wallet from one of his coat's numerous pockets. He fished out numerous grubby bills and coins, slowly counting them out with the increasingly anxious employee as the line of shoppers extended. As the newly-hired lass' eyes watered from the weirdo's cloying stench, she sharply said, "That's enough, sir! Y-you just go on your way with all those eggs...I'm not sure they agree with you, though." But Hale wasn't even listening as he busily hoisted his cartons away.

The bundled-up man was skipping along the street with astounding speed and gaiety as he returned home, seemingly both possessed and chipper. Upon clumsily unfastening his huge front door's numerous latches, Hale raced inside, slamming the entrance shut and locking it back up with rapid determination. He leaned against his secured doorway wearily, already recovering as he sniffed happily at the welcoming scent of Home. Voice beaming with hysteric pride, Shruff shouted, "Girls! Daddy's back! I got eggy-weggys for everyone!" Arms heaving with groceries as he bent low expectantly, Hale could already hear the tell-tale scrabble of scaly feet excitedly clawing towards him from almost every direction. His nostrils flared wide as he exhaled expectantly, poising himself for a glorious breath of the musky miasma rapidly bearing upon him.

Little black and violet scaled lizards scurried about towards Hale's proffered feast with hissing, chirping excitement. Hale lovingly murmured out to his beloved Pokemon while they hurriedly clutched at the bounty of eggs with their slender claws. "Come on now, dearies, don't fight, there's enough for everyone's squamous little tum-tums!" came his paternal voice, as the feisty salazzles jockeyed about for first dibs on the coveted pidgeotto eggs. The cunning lizards popped their favored snacks right into their slender, toothy muzzles, the scaly snouts surrounding him soon dripping with albumin and yolk. The gluttonous salazzles wantonly feasted, their bodies naturally beginning to emit a potent, pleasing pheromone that titillated Hale's senses to their absolute maximum. "Eat up girls, that's it, I want you all happy and full. Be nice," he continued, gently interceding in the petty little scuffles erupting between his spirited, fiery, reptilian Pokemon.

As the last of the eggs disappeared in an excited flurry of chomping, slurping gulps, Hale's happy face sank as he stared back at the glaring crowd below him. The smart little lizards were united in giving their master a withering, reproachful glare. Even the most bloated and waddling salazzle was seemingly displeased at their meager fare, quickly driving Hale into hysteric appeasements. "No, no, sweeties! Come on, Daddy has to keep finances in order-- Ahh! Quit it, stop that, Lizzy!" Hale was interrupted from his defense, as one of the nearest salazzles ungratefully swatted at his squatting legs, her heated swipes soon joined by the angry mob of incensed lizards. The salazzles' claws were super-heated from their Fire-based Pokemon nature, the encroaching lizards meting out burning scratches to their cowering owner.

Shruff desperately stymied down their angry hissing with soothing coos, eventually responding, "Come on, lovely babies, don't be like that! I..I-'ll get us even more tomorrow! Come on, give Daddy his present!" As he spoke tranquilly, the excitable salazzles crowded about his side. They were no longer quite as riotous, while Hale expertly patted and caressed their cool, smooth, scaly backs with calming motions. "That's it, girls, that's it..." Hale said happily, as his pleased lizards began emitting visible puffs of shimmering, violet gas. The comforting Pokemon owner merrily snorted at his clutching darlings, drawing the numerous lizards into a big, group hug. "You all know Daddy loves you girls so much..." Hale dreamily burbled as he smothered the Pokemon in affection, his mind delirious with aroused intoxication.

The various salazzles responded to the tender touch of their owner, the crowd's burning passions roused by the scented emissions of their joyous cohorts. Hale began giggling as he was happily assailed in every direction by wet, wiggling, little lizard tongues. The salazzles were now making throaty cooing noises as they scampered about his body, each warm-bodied salazzle trying to get closer to their human master. Hale became increasingly lost and hypnotized by the enveloping tide of musky salazzles, their little scaly paws pulling at his clothes in every way as they vied for his attention. "Daddy loves his salazzles, yes he does...Nessie, you little minx!" Hale looked down to note a welcome sight, quickly noticing one of his most forward lizard Pokemon trying to scratch his zipper open with her little claws as she licked at it with he forked tongue.

"Let me help you little firecrackers out; now remember, be gentle with Daddy..." Hale said breathlessly, while quickly undoing his pants and lowering his underwear. The crowd of diminutive female salazzles all immediately took notice of their master's prized penis, their obsidian-scaled snouts quickly surrounding his excited genitals, which was soon bathed in wet, bifurcated tongue flicks. "I'm going to get you girls so many fucking pidgeotto eggs tomorrow. That's it, squeeze in, ladies, there's enough room for everyone," Hale expertly directed, guiding his amorous Pokemon into a pile of nuzzling snouts playing about his erect phallus.