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It's a bright, sunny day out. Trainers roam the land in search of adventure and potential challengers. And one particular trainer is about to roam the stomach of a particularly ravenous Eevee.

Meep's bushy tail swishes behind him. Without it, he'd look more like a Snorlax from his silhouette alone. Beneath his innocent face and soft, fluffy mane sits a massive belly filled with a defeated Flareon and most of a trainer who'd made a dire mistake.

Only a thin tail of the cat whose team he'd eaten remains dangling from the Eevee's maw.

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He casually swallows down the tail like a spaghetti noodle and enjoys the pleasant wriggling inside. Judging by the cries starting to ring out from within, digestion has wasted no time setting in.

Meep, however, isn't terribly concerned with his stomach's occupants at the moment. His eye is one what one of them left behind: a backpack containing no doubt many of their most valuable possessions and more importantly the rest of the trainer's team.

The hungry Vee leans forward and rolls a bit on his engorged gut to reach the dropped pack, and he promptly pries it open with his teeth.

GURRGGGGLE CHURRRRN

Wallet full of Pokedollars... Trash. Empty Masterball... Trash. TM Earthquake... Trash. Violent struggles inside of his stomach... Certainly fun, but hardly his focus. These are the simple thoughts that pass through Meep's head while he digs out and discards his prey's possessions.

Then, he finally finds what he's after: a handful of Pokeballs nestled in the bottom of the bag.

Meep leans into the pack to grasp his teeth around the idle orb. It's a bit tricky to reach with most of his body resting on the squirming form of a larger mon and a whole person who are smelting down in his stomach, but he manages just fine.

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As soon as he gets his jaws on it, he gulps the Pokeball down. In the process, however, his nose nudges something else he hadn't paid any mind to.

ZZZZZWIT

A screen lights up on a little rectangular device, and the curious Vee gives it a look.

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"Let us out, you freakish— Ow! We're burning in here, dummy!" the trainer cries from within while Meep hardly even notices. One of their own Pokeballs lands on their head.

The pred meanwhile looks at the page left open last time the device was turned on. It's labeled 'Legendaries' and has entries and pictures for dozens of birds, dogs, forces of nature incarnate, and other beings, all with impressive stature.

"Huh," he says simply.

Meep reaches down to smack his gut, which releases the Zorua trapped in its Pokeball inside, and he paws at the dex's buttons until a voice starts reading out the first entry.

GROANNNN CHURRRRN GLRRRGGGGGLE RIIIIP

A flash of blue light briefly illuminates the deep, uneven wounds where dissolving flesh seeps off the trainer's melting face as the Zorua is released. 

Its sudden appearance presses the other occupants against the walls, and what it's pretty sure is one of its trainer's legs makes a horrible tearing sound where it's wedged between the Flareon and the impenetrable barrier of Meep's stomach. The resettling has forced the rest of the trainer to move without it.

The Flareon meanwhile isn't faring much better. Its thick, fluffy mane is little more than scraps of fur now. Most of it has vanished like cotton candy in a running stream. Gouges form across its body where the vanishing skin tears itself open in the caustic confines. The pooling blood of Pokemon and trainer distills the acidic bath to ensure the Zorua will suffer that little bit longer.

Meep's merciless stomach doesn't take prisoners, however. A bit longer still means less than a half hour as a generous estimate.

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The churning of Meep's stomach fills the prey's ears, and though the new arrival hasn't yet melted enough to give up on yelling, the Zorua's voice is joined faintly by an electronic one from outside.

"—fierce beast known for its enormous wing span—" snippets of the dex's encyclopedic droll are barely audible to the occupants of Meep's stomach, "—native to the frigid mountains of Kanto, but have also been sighted—"

Meep is the only one paying attention to the tantalizing description. His prey seem to have other things on their minds.

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The gradually melting Zorua flails its short limbs, and simultaneously its body morphs. In its panic and suffering, the mon's shapeshifting powers go awry. It rapidly swaps forms between people and Pokemon, including some spikier shapes it vaguely attempts to influence itself toward. Silcoon, Bramblin, and Ferroseed are forms the helpless fox cycles rapidly through, but they are useless against the rugged stomach lining of the filled Vee.

The other occupants of the stomach, however, are certainly maimed by the spines piercing their bodies and vanishing just as quickly. Their barely living forms aren't able to much protest, however.

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"—long, antler-like horns are known in legend to deal devastating blows—" Meep paws at another Pokeball to pull it closer before popping it into his maw as though snacking on popcorn while letting the Pokedex read out another entry, "—fought with humans long ago to protect—"

The Pokeball releases its occupant midway down Meep's throat. A very confused Deerling bulges out the space of the Vee's gullet, but the unconcerned pred struggles none to finish swallowing it down.

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It lands in the acidic pit of Meep's stomach with the others. The force sends it careening into the sharp, crystalline points of a Bergmite that the dying Zorua has momentarily taken on.

Before the cervine can even settle in to begin to melt, its body has been pierced and damaged. It flails in pain, which only serves to further stir the pot it finds itself in and soak acids into its wound.

The Zorua is only broken apart more by the action of the struggling Deerling. Portions of its flesh break off, and the forms it shifts into become almost unrecognizable before its ability cuts out entirely.

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When the Deerling finally exhausts itself and begins to properly settle in to melt, it takes in its horrible, caustic surroundings. The viscera of the others floats in clumps in the acidic pool encompassing the prey, and the Deerling is the only one inside still mostly intact.

The trainer is still twitching, but little else is recognizable of them. Most of their body has been reduced to thin strands of sinew holding together bones and a few remaining pieces of meat.

The Zorua is occasionally thrashing still, but its body is clearly beginning to give way. Most of its fight has been exhausted, and what's left only serves to further tear itself and its former team apart.

And the Flareon is nothing but the soup of slop and bone surrounding them all. The Deerling is pressed up against the trainer and Zorua in the confines, sure, but it's practically swimming in what's left of the Flareon.

GURRRGGGGGGLE CHURRRRRRN GLORP

Meep is only half-attentive toward the Pokedex and gives even less consideration to the massacre happening in his guts. He can't help but feel curious about these stronger Pokemon and wonder if they might make more fulfilling meals. His current dinner is just a bit too tame and a bit too boring to get him terribly excited.

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Not that it isn't worth the lives currently being lost for it, of course.

"—ruler of the Distortion World. Its forms are both said to strike fear into any who encounter them—"

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Meep scarfs down another Pokeball while becoming increasingly entranced with what the little device rattles on about.

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This one creates quite a racket when it pops open. Contrary to the somewhat smaller offerings before, this one lifts Meep several feet off the ground on his already bloated belly as it fills it to over double its previous size.

CRUNCH CRACK

A Serperior is forced into the space, and its long, thin form twists and tangles around the other prey. Bones snap throughout the Deerling's body, as well as plenty others both in and outside of the remaining Pokemon.

The struggles and thrashing increase drastically, not only from the newly added larger and more powerful Serperior, but from the writhing forms of the previous prey, now finding themselves crushed under leafy coils. 

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Bulges form and move across the elastic lining of Meep's belly with renewed ferocity, and Meep himself is tossed about slightly atop the massive gut as though perched on a rippling water bed. 

He looks up from the entry on an impressive sword-wielding canine and rubs over his gut with one hand.

"Hey, settle down in there, friends!" he calls in a mock cheerful voice.

SMACK SNAP

He moves one paw to slap his giant belly. The force inadvertently snaps something important in the frail body of the half-melted Zorua. Its small form goes still.

Meep shrugs this off. He finds himself content with it being just a bit quieter and a bit more peaceful now, and he lets his attention fall back to the wonderful little device that will surely guide him to plentiful future meals.

"—capable of absorbing metal particles. It uses these particles to create mighty blades to aid it in battle—" the dex rambles on, "—ancient artifact, treasure of the Galar region—"

GURRGGGGGLE SLOSH GLRRRRGGGGLE CHURRRRRRN

The soup that was the Flareon begins to vanish into the Eevee's intestines. Entire bones vanish into the sphincter at the base of Meep's stomach and disappear from view. Even from the outside, they don't seem to be present any longer.

What's left of the trainer follows. Part of the formerly adventurous feline vanishes the same as the Flareon, though some roughly intact portions that maintain some semblance of their prior shape remain. The trainer is still, however. Somewhere in the past couple minutes they must've died unceremoniously, though between the degradation of their body soaked in Meep's stomach acids and the violent thrashing of the Serperior they once commanded, the exact cause is unclear.

Regardless, Meep isn't keen on his belly going too empty just yet. He paws another Pokeball out from the pack and scarfs it down in an instant.

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Meep delivers another smack to his gut to open the Pokeball. It has the side effect of snapping a femur of the Deerling, who remains barely alive in the acidic pit, though this goes utterly unheeded by the Eevee.

Into the horrible mess emerges a Quagsire. The usually rather cheerful creature is met with the sight of its disintegrating team. The Serperior writhes in agony all around it while few of the others are more than an incomprehensible slurry.

With its water absorbing properties, however, the new arrival is not given long to take in its surroundings with its senses before it takes in its surroundings with its body. Acids soak into the Pokemon's watery form and disperse rapidly throughout it.

GLRRRGGGG SLRRRRSH CHURRRRN

Near instantly, the latest prey's form begins to disintegrate. It thrashes with every last bit of strength its body can muster in a fit of agony and terror.

The struggles become so violent, Meep's entire body rocks side to side like a boat on stormy seas. The pred, however, only laughs and enjoys the feeling. It's a brief distraction from the droning dex.

Brief is the key word, however. Already, most of the Quagsire's soft outer flesh has melted away. Thirty seconds of some of the most intense struggles Meep has experienced from inside himself in the past few weeks gives way to thirty more of pathetic twitching and meager writhing.

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In only a minute, the water type is reduced to nothing but a slurry of nutrients that rapidly pump away into Meep's bowels. Nothing remains.

Meep simply keeps smiling and turns his attention back to the dex. Naturally, he nabs the last of the trainer's Pokeballs while he scans the next entry.

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"Huh? This one's marked as caught on here," he notes a moment later at the filled in slot for Lugia.

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The very same Pokemon as is described on the screen emerges into Meep's waiting stomach. The massive beast of the ocean's depths finds itself quite out of its depth, and if the size alone weren't enough to satiate the Vee, the powerful struggles that ensure assuredly are.

The Legendary Pokemon has a power behind its throes that no other meal has matched. The sheer force attacking the Eevee's insides, which is utterly helpless to pierce the thin layer of his flesh, gives rise to sensations with a potency Meep has never before felt.

"—powers which could level buildings with a mere flap of its wings. Lugia slumbers in a deep-sea trench to prevent its strength from causing—"

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Such a powerful creature has an iron resolve, and arguably no resolve is greater than one's will to survive. The thrashes that batter Meep's guts as he deprives the beast of its will are enough to lull him into a complete trance.

The euphoria of the power on display inside of his body and the futility thereof are intensely satisfying to the pred. It feels as though a portion of his body he'd never felt before had an intense itch scratched that he never realized was there.

GROANNNN CHURRRRRN SLOSH GLRRRGGGGLE GLORP

Meep moans in ecstasy and relaxes into his belly. The unhalted electronic drone of the Pokedex's voice is entirely buried under the sounds of the furious cries and violent beating of enormous wings within coupled with the sounds of Meep's working gut.

Inside, the furious fighting of the Lugia does far more to harm its former team than its captor. Wings break vertebrae throughout the Serperior's body, and tosses of its mass this way and that produce horrible crunches when the force slams into the barely breathing Deerling. In its indignity, rage, and terror, however, the Legendary Pokemon doesn't even notice the collateral damage.

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To say Meep is lost in the feeling would be a tremendous understatement. In this divine moment, the Eevee feels as though there is nothing that exists save for himself, his unforgiving gut, and the thrashing monster inside it.

And he resolves, after basking for another moment, that only one thing could feel better than these struggles.

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Carnal desires entwine in Meep's mind and course through his veins. Infused with such decadence, the blood of gods could not rival that of the unassuming bushy-tailed critter. He bears down on his gut and clenches it tight. In one enormous burst, it all ends.

Bones snap in half. Flesh crumples like tissue paper. The body of a being once deemed a deity by many, a step below divine, whose power could level cities if its temper were to ever run dry, breaks in on itself like a tin can under an unforgiving boot.

The powerful dragon-like being is utterly demolished into unrecognizable viscera and chyme. Meep destroys it completely in the span of only a moment. And for the other prey, their demise is just as swift.

This forceful destruction causes an intense spike in pleasure for the predatory Vee, and instantaneously he shoots a heavy load to the ground behind his shrinking belly. Heavy ropes of cum splatter into puddles as Meep's prey is entirely eviscerated.

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The mass of the once revered being is compacted rapidly into Meep's bowels, and as it vanishes from his stomach, his body gradually lowers to the ground while a final few strings of jizz pump out of his cock. The belly on which he lounges shrinks away beneath him, and with a cacophony of gastric crescendo, he finds his paws again on solid ground.

FWUMP

He slumps forward for a moment before collecting himself and standing unsteadily. Dazed from the incredible sensation, his vision momentarily fails him. It takes him some time to be confident again in his footing.

"—mastery over oceanic weather. It can produce storms that last over 40 days—" the Pokedex nears the end of its section on the Legendary Pokemon that's just been mulched inside of Meep's stomach, "—led to it being known as the guardian of the seas—"

The Eevee simply huffs and reaches one paw up to pat the flat underbelly where his prey had been not a minute ago.

"Someone sure showed me a good time~" he says to himself with his faux-innocent mask momentarily slipping, "And that someone is a load of mulched meat processing into Vee shit right now~"

Meep can only let out a contented sigh.

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It's an hour or two later with the Sun hanging low in the sky. The fractured skull of a Lugia emerges into broad daylight from a certain Eevee's pucker. It rides to the ground on a small slew of rancid filth and is subsequently buried under another tidal wave of bone speckled scat.

"Hmph... Ngh!" Meep strains himself a little as oversized bird bones are forced out of his backside, "You were easier going in than out!"

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Between the Lugia's enormous ribs, a long stream of what used to be a Serperior's spine is ejected at speed. The thin strands of remaining sinew that hold it together break apart as it lands hard over the Lugia's shit-caked skull, and several of the few vertebrae still in tact shatter on impact. It resembled a piece of a Serperior more mid-air than it does now.

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Few bones from the trainer, Flareon, Deerling, or Zorua are even recognizable, though the Deerling's skull is mostly still together and slides down to settle in the side of the massive pile. A few denser logs follow it out with halves of Pokeballs embedded inside, and loud snaps from several remaining chunks of bone ensue as the heavy turds crush portions of Pokemon skeletons beneath them before settling into the soupy heap.

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"Goodness, you all know how to make a mess!" Meep says as the pile behind his rear begins to cast a shadow over him.

Femurs, shattered chunks of pelvis, and countless smaller shit-smeared pieces flow out with the continual brown tide of remains until the stream finally tapers out.

The Eevee feels one last piece of something solid catch on his sphincter, and with one final grunt sends the feline skull of the team's trainer soaring upward with a loud pop as it finally escapes. It lands on the top of the heap like a cherry on the worst sundae imaginable.

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"Phew!" Meep says as he hops up and begins to trot along happily again as if nothing had even happened, "That sure was fun!"

BZZZZRT

The Pokedex lights up one last time just as the Eevee sets off. He stops a couple paces away to listen in. It's much easier to hear now that his belly isn't loudly working through troublesome prey.

"Rayquaza, the Sky High Pokemon: This aerial dragon predates written history as remains near perpetually hidden above the clouds. Rayquaza is known to rule the skies and bring balance to the world by putting to rest legendary clashes between Groudon and Kyogre. Its location remains a mystery, but it is said to appear to those who worship it at Sky Pillar in the Hoenn region."

This description might as well have the dragon listed as an entrée. Meep's mouth waters, and he turns and bounds along eagerly with a newfound desire.

The thoughts of the Lugia's struggles inside of him leave his mind wandering into daydreams about the similarly powerful creatures he'd heard of through the Pokedex, especially that skyward dragon. And without much consideration, he starts plotting his course in his head to make those daydreams reality.

"I wonder if all Legendaries feel that good to eat!"