

The town bustled with activity. Trainers from all walks of life had some type of Pokemon merchandice from plushies to clothing while their Pokemon explored with them. One husky boy had his paws gripping the straps to his backpack tightly while his pudgy Charmander companion walked along side him. "What should we do next buddy?" He'd smile sweetly. Before he could get an answer he noticed an icecream stand with quite a commotion. "Oh, let's get something tasty first~" 

A shrill squeak of hydraulic breaks and a powerful hiss sounded next to them. It was just a garbage truck. The garbage crew was needed for picking up the bags of broken items or other junk that store owners were needing to throw out to the curb with all the activity around them. Luckily there wasn't much to take. 

A busty Holstein dressed in overalls stepped off the back of the truck. With a little yawn she reached down to pick up the few bags of clattering cans and bottles; tossing them in the rear loader with a heavy crash. The truck had already been filled at least half way with various other bags and some plushies that had been damaged in one way or another. Without paying attention she reached down again and grabbed a bag along with the boy's Charmander by his arm; tossing them both into the truck. The impact made the poor lizard dizzy as bottles from all angles knocked against his head.

The woman stretched and adjusted her breasts against the fabric. Despite being bra-less and letting her breasts leave little to imagination from the side, her job still worked up a sweat. Just as she was about to press the button for compaction she noticed the glowing flame and slightly moving limbs. Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes shifted to the crowd at the ice cream stand and around her; not an eye was caring what a garbage girl was doing. She'd never had this happen before. She put her hand on the heavy bag and lifted the plastic slightly, but stopped after barely any effort. Now her hand rested on her hip as she thought; it wouldn't be much worth going out of her way to get the bag off of a Pokemon. Too much energy had been expressed just loading the truck over the past hour. 

"Besides..." she said in a little mumble to herself while smiling. "might be kinda cool..." With her mind made up she went to the control pannel right next to the loader. Instead of pressing the large red button instantly she first lowered and raised a few levers; adjusting the force with care. The Charmander began to groan. Quickly she pressed the compaction button. The hydraulics hissed to life as they pulled back and outwards. The sound of whirring and creaking from heavy machinery brought a few eyes glancing for a second but none could see the deed taking place. A scooper now retracted from the top of the truck's ceiling and opened wide; decending slowly to the lip of the loader like a large maw.

Yellow caution lights flashed on the top and bottom of the truck to warn others to stand clear. The fire-type had groaned when he finally regained himself, though it was far too late. He pushed the bag away to the side with all his might and scrambled to the last bits of light he could see, his final sight being the still clammering crowed and brightly colored festivities. "CHARMA-" Was all that was heard. Now the scooper retracted inwards slightly and began to raise up; dragging the clattering and breaking bags. The whirring and rumbling of the engine's motor made it too loud for others to hear the terrified protests of the lizard inside, but the cow heard every cute whimper.

Quickly she went to the driver's seat while the truck scooped the garbage up and grabbed a face shield. She returned to the side of the box-shaped container and opened a small sliding door. She could see the inside of the truck's main holder slightly with some large cylinder bulging from the bottom of the floor. Garbage began collecting into the container along with the plushies and finally her most exciting mistake of the live Charmander that brightened the view of the inside. She got a good view of just how thick the hydraulic was lengthwise on the floor. She could see that it wasn't one smooth piece of machinery either; it appeared to be in sections. Then whirring soon stopped. With a gulp of excitement she put on a face shield and fastened it tightly to avoid any issue of her experience while viewing the inside. After a few seconds of pause the truck whirred louder than before. 

*CH-WHOOoooo....*

Clicking and creaking could be heard as the cylinder on the floor began to move along. A large slab of metal began moving towards the back of the truck where the garbage was dumped; her view being blocked temporarily by the filthy piece that had permanent stains from various trash over the years. The yells of the frightened lizard grew slightly louder. Little screechings could be heard while he pawed and clawed at the metal surface inside, but the sound couldn't penetrate the thick walls or tone through the loud whirring for others to hear. She peeked her head inside the opening when the slab was out of her way, leaving her hefty breasts to hang and plump rear to stick out to any who wanted an extra bit of eye-candy through the day while they walked onwards. "You're a lucky one you know?" She grinned cruelly. "Not many Pokemon have experienced this I'm sure..." He continued to plead and squeak cutely to be let go, naturally falling on deaf ears. 

Crunching could be heard while the bags were meeting the heavy multi-ton slab. The Charmander squeaked while he tried climbing the graduating garbage that formed a slant against the cold walls. He looked up at his only hope for escape; a lip of metal that he and the garbage fell down from. If only he was taller. Suddenly the slab stopped and another series of clicks were heard. A big puff of compressed air from inside blasted from the second section of cylinder. Once again, it began moving forward; this time with a little more force while the sound increased. 

*CH-WHOOOOooooo....*

Bags rustled while they were pressed into one another along with the little lizard. He tried holding the machine back by pressing against it with his legs; quickly stopping the futile act. He tried to move away only to be stopped by the gradual pressure as the metal now pressed against his body; keeping him pinned between it and the now tightened bags of bottles and other garbage. He happened to be lined up with the center of the metal; facing the most force of the compactor.

Breaking of bottles could be heard as they shot various shards of glass in all directions when the bags popped from the increasing pressure. A few lengthy pieces flew to the bovine's face and stuck in various places in her mask, missing skin by inches. She could feel her heart sink and bounce back into her chest. "CHARMANDER! CHAR-ACK!" The pleas began to dissappear into groans and grunts from the pressure from cold metal pressing into him further while it took his body backwards against his will with the rest of the trash. Every part of his body began to hurt. A bag behind him popped and shattered bottles and glasses against the other bags, causing a chain reaction while the pressure increased. Some of the fragments pelted him like shrapnel; lengthy pieces stabbing into his flesh as he spasmed from the surprisingly sharp pain behind him. "MM-HMMMPH!!" Was all that would be heard of him while he tried to call out; just in time for when the compactor stopped again.

Again the clicks and puffs sounded as the largest part of the cylinder began to fire up. The truck let out a groan under the power being exherted. After what seemed like minutes the hydraulic part began expanding forwards to fully compact the garbage. The truck wobbled slightly with a loud *WHOO-OOMPH* Luckily for the observant cow she managed to avoid being hit by the edges of the opening. Any whines or muffled cries the Pokemon gave was drowned out by the heavy grinding of machinery and audible poppings of the bags; some above him now popping open and dumping portions of food onto his head. He began to feel cracking in his body and waves of seering pain radiated from his body, particularly in his legs, belly and arms. The pressure made him clench his teeth in pain and discomfort as each second made it increase. He could feel himself sink slightly backwards into the garbage. 

"Does it hurt!?" The cruel bovine yelled into the depths, now watching the slab screech forward further into the back of the enclosed space at a snail's pace. "You're being COMPACTED! Lucky fella..." She'd smile and lick her lips at her own teasing of the pained Pokemon's situation, though she did have a morbid curiosity of just how it was for him. The only view she had now was of the slowly expanding cylinder and sliding slab. With a moan she pulled herself away from the door and closed it up, leaving him in complete darkness aside from the gradually dimming light of his tail flame. 

After setting the face shield back in her seat and giving a friendly wave to any passers-by while doing so, she made her way to the side of the truck again; this time much closer to the rear loader. She could hear something pouring onto the pavement and looked over to the lip of the truck. Grey and brown garbage juice poured out from both sides of the loader's lip and flowed down to the sewer grate a few feet from her. She noticed a slight tint of red mixing in with the filth.

Smiling, she opened another little door that had a pannel and pushed a few buttons. A larger opening became available and a monitor was shown. "Good, it still works..." she'd moan deeply. With a push of a button the screen flashed for a moment before an X-ray image showed on screen. This was used if any were worried of something live in the truck before compaction, but she had other plans. A bright white block was shown on the left side of the screen, and the right was almost completely black. In the middle she could make out the bone structure of the Charmander, though his face and legs seemed to be fused with the block from being so close against it. She could also see patches of dark inside where his spine was. "Ooo... looks like something punctured you too... ouch." She'd coo softly.

Every few seconds she would take an X-ray, filling the inside of the container with radiation; a minor worry for the lizard. She licked her lips at the gradual damage each image showed. "Oh fuck..." she'd whisper under her breath while grinding her legs together at the final image she took; just in time for the compactor to elict another heavy puff of compressed air from inside while the slab stayed firmly in place. The Charmander had been completely crushed against the weight. His ribs, arms, hips and legs had been turned to splinters that looked like little patches of snow on the image. His skull had very visible areas of black that mixed with chunks of white that were found mostly to the front and back of his head. His spine and tail bones had been blackened in various spots, yet others showed little signs of damage. 

She oggled the image with care, taking in as much detail as she could and struggling to keep herself calm. She looked both ways to see if anyone would take notice of her. Even if they did she didn't care. She quickly put her hand between her legs and rubbed her slit through her pants. They were already slightly stained; she only hoped they hadn't been visibly so all this time. She had to leave before she made a scene bigger than what her truck already made with all its noise. Quickly she closed up the panel and monitor and made her way to the driver's seat. The brakes squeaked and hissed as the large tires carried her and the load of compacted garbage, and secrets, away. There was no way she would take this load to the dump without getting to see the cute lizard first-hand and the true severity of the damage; away from all the commotion surrounding her.

"Hey, Charmander, I finally got some ice cream for us! ...Charmander?"

