Your stomach rumbles just a little. As a Serperior you can last quite a while without eating, but where’s the fun in that? The satisfaction of the hunt and a full belly drives you to finally unwind yourself from one of your favorite trees, slowly slither down the trunk, and commence a little exploration around the wooded area you call home. Your massive body heavily glides along the grass and dirt, leaving a trail in your wake, yet your movements are nearly silent. A master of hunting, you’ve grown adept at keeping your presence hidden unless you wish it to be revealed. Confident, you sniff the air, nostrils flaring, tongue flitting out. Instantly you are met with various pleasant aromas, lively meals all unaware that you are once again out on the hunt. One particular scent grabs your attention fully, and it takes some effort to stop yourself from drooling slightly. Something scrumptious is in the air, and you wind your body through the woods to sate your desires.

It’s not long before you find yourself near a small body of water where several other Pokémon are playing. Any of them would be a suitable meal, but the one you smelt earlier is who you’re after. Your eyes scan along the surface of the water until they settle on a Mudkip, happily splashing away without a care in the world. Muddy is his name, but you do not concern yourself with what your food calls itself. Licking your lips, you emerge from the shrubbery and ooze into the water, even the delicate entry making waves due to your bulk. Everyone immediately realizes a looming, hungry Serperior has entered the water, and pandemonium breaks out instantly.

“It’s Jade!”

“Run! Get away! Save yourselves!”

You ignore the panic and steadily weave your way through the waters, eyes on your prize: That Mudkip who was hastily paddling for the opposite shoreline. He doesn’t stand a chance, as your body easily maneuvers through the water faster due to your impressive size. You allow the Mudkip to scramble out of the water, just as you too reach the shore. A serene smile is affixed to your face while he flees for his life. Almost casually, you swivel your lengthy body around, the tip of your long tail catching the fleeing Water-type by a hind leg. He lets out a squeal as his chin meets the ground, paws scrabbling away futilely against the dirt.

No-one does. Any Pokémon in these woods knew that any assistance would result in them becoming second course. Muddy lets out another cry as your tail coils around his middle, hefting him off the ground and hovering him right towards you. You rotate your tail to force the Mudkip to stare at you eye-to-eye, his vision filled with confusion as you simply smile to him. You make him flinch when your tongue flits out, lashing lustfully across the Mudkip’s muzzle, making him blush. The scrumptious flavor you sensed earlier is confirmed as your taste buds light up in pleasure. This Mudkip will certainly make a delicious meal.

Your reputation precedes you and you can see the Mudkip struggling with the fact that he is now in your coils, although his struggles seem to wane. You give a playful squeeze and he yelps in reaction. Chuckling, you do it again, only this time you bring his snout to yours and slather your exploring tongue all over his head. He flinches, the blush on his cheeks coloring deeper. He quivers, staring directly at your muzzle in awe. You enjoy this seasoning of your meal almost as much as the meal itself, opting not to hypnotize your prey into submission this time as it seems this particular Mudkip was desiring his impeding consumption. As such, you continue to tease and taste your ensnared meal. With the coils loosely bound around Muddy, he could squirm, but not escape, giving you the ultimate freedom in pursuing your desires. You rotate him around to have him face away, and lap and lick over his tail and backside. Thinking you’re starting your meal, you hear the Mudkip moan, almost in delight. At the revelation that you’re just tasting, he relaxes just a little, though you can feel every quiver running up and down his form as your tail maintains a grip on him.

All that tasting and taunting only serves to make you hungrier, which was the point. Your meals are always more satisfying when you work up an appetite, and the hunt oh-so-rarely required you to spend so much energy to do so. You bring Muddy around again, once more planting your snout to his. Your tongue slips out once more and licks noisily across your lips, allowing hunger to shine brightly through your eyes. Your stomach grumbles a little louder than before with the tasty Mudkip flavor teased across your tongue. You oblige your needs and spread your jaws wide open inches from the Mudkip’s face, the Water-type forced to bear witness to your pink maw and eager gullet. That smile of yours brims at the corners of your lips and your eyes can see around your own muzzle enough to see the scarlet-flushed cheeks of your prey. “N-no...” Muddy stammers half-heartedly, his gaze transfixed on your own gullet. Your eyes flutter closed as eagerness overcomes you, guiding your tail towards your mouth and shoving the Mudkip into your jaws with a wet squelch. Your tail unwinds and pulls away with the Mudkip’s stomach splayed across the base of your tongue. You take a quick swallow – ULP – devouring the Mudkip’s head, while savoring the tasty Water-type’s form. You feel every little squirm and protest he makes, both in your mouth and in your throat, as your scaly skin stretches to accommodate for the small bulge he makes in your large body. Pleasure fills you as you partially close your jaws, framing around the Mudkip body, your forked tongue tip lapping up against the Mudkip’s thighs and along his large fin of a tail. Drool dribbles down your chin and too the wooded floor below, but you couldn’t care less. There wasn’t a soul that would disturb you as you feasted, no matter how much they cared for your meal.

“Mpph!!!” You feel more than hear the noises from your scrumptious prey, which only makes you enjoy your meal all the more. You delicately bounce your jaws, almost chewing, against Muddy, allowing his meat to squish and squeeze, eking out more of that scrumptious flavor you’ve been craving. Your eyes are open just a sliver, though all your senses are attuned to your meal. You still see your own muzzle bobbing up and down, tongue wrapping its way up around one leg and rubbing all over the squirming Mudkip. You leave it there for several moments before guiding it over to the other, rubbing up under his rear and then up the thigh again. The Mudkip’s tail flickers back and forth in anticipation of being your food, those hind paws twitching and pressing against the squishy floor of your jaws. This discovery simply amuses you as you devour the Mudkip alive.

Several minutes pass in a fleeting instant to you, as you lose yourself in the wonderful flavors of a living meal. You even utter out a moan of pleasure, which makes the Mudkip lodged in your gullet blush so hard you can feel the heat emanate from his cheeks. After a couple more moments you slowly close your jaws, easily fitting them around the comparatively-small Pokémon. What few muffled noises you could barely hear before are now barely audible, your lips smacking and slurping as you maneuver Muddy about within your slightly-puffed jaws. It’s not long after that you decide to finish your delicious meal, like so many times before. Muddy’s last meager, non-genuine protest is cut off by a powerful, slimy GLURK as he’s swallowed whole and alive. The immensely satisfying squirms of living prey are felt all the way down your lengthy sinuous body, your scaly leafy skin stretching noisily as the eaten Mudkip squelches down towards your stomach. You lick your lips and clap them a couple of times, while looking down at yourself with much amusement. The few bulges comprising the Mudkip are easy to track, first bumping against your jade pendant, than sinking deeper into your green midsection. You about-face and gradually make your way back to your favorite tree, as the occasional moan escapes from the bulges in your body.

You make it back in no time at all, lazily winding your way back up the tree that you were claiming not an hour ago. All the while you feel every little kick, every quivering noise, from your stomach. The bulging Mudkip struggled half-heartedly, and every subtle motion filled you with delight. The fullness of a squirming meal simply could not be beaten, as you proved to yourself time and time again. You chuckle as you begin to wind around a very thick branch from your favorite tree, pressing that bulge deliberately against the bark and squeezing Muddy to intolerable levels. Eventually you double over on yourself to get comfortable up in the tree, a serpentine knot that only you knew how to properly disassemble. You nuzzle down against your upturned belly, hearing the occasional gurgle or glrt emanate from within. You still hear the occasional moan from your prey, muffled and peppered with various sounds of digestion, and feel those little paws press up against the walls of your stomach. You easily push back with your snout, squishing the Mudkip about what was no doubt a rising series of stomach fluids, the wet gurgles starting to increase in potency. After teasing and prodding the devoured Mudkip for some time, you let out a long, loud yawn, smacking your lips and trying to capture some remnants of your tasty meal. Satisfied, you rest your chin down atop your churning stomach, letting its lullaby lure you into a deep, restful slumber.

You awaken some days later, not entirely sure how long but also not entirely caring. Your tail, dangling by several inches, merrily flicks and swishes as you raise your head and yawn again, exposing your vast maw to the woods at large. After blinking a few times to clear your sleepy vision away, you look down at yourself, and smile. A subtle chrn bubbles out from your middle every now and then, but the roiling process of digestion was largely complete. Memories of the devoured Mudkip come flooding back in an instant, and you just stop yourself from drooling over how scrumptious that Water-type had ended up being.

After a series of serpentine stretches you very slowly untangle yourself from your cozy branch, then lazily slither your way back down to earth. Upon reaching the ground, you extend your heavy Serperior form out to its full length, turning your body over on itself and admiring what you’re seeing. Even the little Mudkip had manged to add an inch to your extensive body, your keen eyes reveal. You test the underside of your belly with one of your leafy appendages, gingerly pressing into the soft, subtly-gurgling body part. It yields instantly to your pressing, and you give yourself a small belly rub, swishing what little pudge the Mudkip left behind about, much to your delight. Your eyes trail all the way down your body to the tip of your tail, which you curl and flex, flicking it about with happiness. “What a delightful treat,” you mumble to yourself with a smile.

But like so many meals past, Muddy the Mudkip would eventually be forgotten. A new day of hunger meant a new meal for you, Jade the Serperior. Every squirming, or submitting, snack or feast for you was intended to top the last. Much like several days prior, you begin tasting and testing the air once more. You don’t even feel particularly hungry, but you are eager to see if you can conquer another, who would be as tasty, or better, than the Mudkip that was naught but pudge and length on your impressive Serperior form now.