Winter had hit particularly hard that year, and the pokémon of the forest had to adopt. The leaves had fallen quickly and daily frosts prevented even grass from being a sufficient food source without adequate preparation. Migrations kicked off early, and the forest was largely barren. Not every pokémon could simply flee to warmer weather while the harsh winter settled in, however, and those that remained had to adopt and survive what was brought to the forest.

Tucked deep into a den cozily nestled into a hill, a pack of pokémon considered their fate. The leader poked his head out from the den’s entrance, which was wide enough for several to enter or exit at once, and thus not very good at sheltering from the biting cold. At first glance one would mistake this creature as a darkened pichu: Long ears, rounded grey marks on cheeks, a fluffy black mane about his neck and an unkempt slightly-lightning-bolt-shaped tail. But this creature, a chuolf, was much larger than their rodent counterparts. Pichawoo fully emerged from the den, snout pointed to the air, ears quivering, showing all four feet and then some of the more feral body. Chuolves were hybrids, relying on their innate electrical abilities and dark natures to defend themselves and hunt. Pichawoo stood up on his hinds, their back paws, much like pichu, lending themselves to this pose. He scanned and searched the area not for plant life or berries, but other pokémon. These chuolves were growing restless and hungry, and only meat would sate the growing needs of the pack. 

Pichawoo caught wind of something. And if his snout was any indication, it was something rather viable for his pack! He quickly fell to all fours and turned to call down into the large den. Moments later, several more chuolves emerged, all of whom looked rather starved. They still had quite a while before things would get desperate, and weren’t anything close to skin and bones, but hunger bled from every feature of their faces. The forest usually provided more than enough for the pack, but the winter had made them be conservative for the first time in their history. Pichawoo pointed off in a direction, indicating where they were to hunt. The other chuolves sniffed and tested the airs, not sensing much of anything, but they trusted their leader. Pichawoo had never led them astray, and if he indicated food was somewhere, they would follow. Pichawoo lumbered off after summoning his pack, and the rest took off behind him. They loped through the few inches of snow on the ground, their fur coats providing some manner of relief from the cold. It was mid-afternoon, but the sun wasn’t doing a thing for them, leaving the pack to fend for itself in terms of warmth.

At first, things were fine. Pichawoo led, and the pack followed. But the leader underestimated just how hungry the others were. He was hungry, of course, but knew what he smelt would sate his needs. The others being led blindly, though, grew impatient after the first hour of the hunt. While making their way, one chuolf stepped on the tail of another, and empty bellies made for short tempers. The stepped-on pokémon immediately rounded and slammed his head into the offender’s side, making her sprawl to the ground. The others stopped to watch as the two snarled and leapt at each other, trying their best to score blows. Pichawoo also stopped and looked back, letting the fight play out to a degree. The two kept up the scuffle, scratches and other signs of battle left on one-another. Finally, one landed a critical blow, sending the other smashing into a tree and landing softly in the snow bank. A slow, subtle grrn emanated from the victor’s stomach, the chuolf licking her lips and descending on her fallen pack mate.

The female suddenly found herself driven to the ground, her head throbbing with a sudden stinging pain. Pichawoo had butted heads with her, and put himself between her and the fallen chuolf. The female tried to bring herself to stand, but a firm paw kept her planted. Pichawoo was clear at that point: The pack is their family, their lifeblood, and are not prey. Hunger can drive a pack apart, and said pack goes extinct not long thereafter. The female grumbled but agreed (not having much choice in the first place), Pichawoo cautiously stepping away from the two. At Pichawoo’s insistence, the female helped the defeated chuolf up, brushing snow off his coat and holding him steady until he could get his bearings. Pichawoo glared over the other members of the pack, making sure that they got the message loud and clear. There would be no additional warnings for acts of insubordination. Punishment would be swift and immediate. He sympathized with their hunger pangs but had to maintain a firm grip on their belly-driven emotions.

There were still occasional mutterings and snaps within the pack, though nothing got serious like the previous scuffle. The pack managed their way through the snow and cold for another hour, and only then did the less-experienced chuolves pick up the scent their leader had detected all that time ago. Pichawoo smiled as he climbed up over an outcropping of the forest, and saw before him a small populated village. The others joined on either side and feasted their eyes on the source of the tantalizing scents. The collection of dens were populated exclusively by deerling, all of whom sported a dull brown coat color representing the winter season and could be seen going from den to den, or digging at the ground for something to eat. The hunting pack remained hidden up on the outcropping, more than one licking their lips excitedly at the prospect of dinner finally being served. Their leader had once again provided for the pack, and it was just another reason why every chuolf present followed Pichawoo without question.

Pichawoo hastily delivered instructions on their plan to raid the village. He said that they could eat their fill if they wanted, but it was a long journey back, and they should capture as many as possible in order to last a while. He divided the pack up and pointed out various dens to cover as much area as possible. The goal was simply outlined: To capture as many deerling as possible, as quickly as possible. With the plan received the pack eagerly broke from the outcropping, stealthily making their way all about the little village of deerling to surround it from all sides. Pichawoo himself joined the raid, snaking his way down the hill overlooking the dens and keeping as low and downwind as he could.

Though hungry, the pack of chuolves maneuvered into the village with as much skill and grace as any well-fed pokémon with nothing else on their minds. They understood from much experience that rushing in hastily resulted in hungers and other urges remaining unanswered. That expertise gave them an advantage on top of their element of surprise, leaving each and every deerling in the village caught completely by surprise. Not one was outside of their homes, leaving the pack with the ability to execute their plan with impunity. They sniffed about while crawling all fours until every last chuolf had a designate den all to themselves. With the deerling half their size, it would be child’s play to dominate however many awaited within any given den. Pichawoo looked among his loyal pack, then with a mere nod of his head, began the raid properly. Every chuolf dove into their respective den within seconds of one-another, claws scrambling, drool leaking from hungry maws, tails flicking eagerly.

Fearful cries rang out from those dens an instant later, flooding the village with a panicked energy that infiltrated the unmolested homes. Those deerling simply cowered deeper into their meager defenses, leaving all the others without a hope of rescue.  One female deerling stared down a salivating chuolf, shivering in place and backing herself up against the wall. The invading male was relatively new to the pack, but nevertheless quite experienced. And hungry! Drool freely drizzled to the den floor as he budged right up against the smaller pokémon, stomach growling noisily within the invaded home. The deerling cried out in terror as she was forced to stare into a widening predator’s maw, tongue unfurled and dripping saliva over her brown coat. That scream was silenced as her head was thrust into the chuolf muzzle, hungry jaws sealing closed around her head and chest. The hungry chuolf murred deeply, belly visibly rumbling in desire, as he sated his aching hunger. The chuolf’s cheeks sparked, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through the prey. The deerling twitched and squealed, head swallowed down with a GLK with her body convulsing and sinking deeper into the voracious chuolf gullet. 

The chuolf backed up a few paces, tail swaying, rump in the air, head sinking down more of his prey’s body. Drool freely flowed down the pinned fore legs of the whimpering deerling, her head and chest sinking further down the gullet and bulging out the chuolf’s underside. The chuolf slapped his paws to her sides and thrust more of her deeper down his devouring jaws – GLRP, GULK, ULP – wolfing down his prey with haste. His tongue slipped up over either side of her squirming form, deerling hind legs twitching erratically along with the tail in meager protest.  The chuolf grinned as a particularly loud protesting squeal was dampened by a slursh, her body starting to sink into his active stomach. Several more powerful swallows dragged her rump into his maw, slobber leaking down her rear and dripping wetly down her extended limp hind legs.

The invader felt he could devour two or three more, and extend his feast for a while, but he knew he had a job to do. He squeezed his mouth down around the deerling rump, the smaller pokémon’s tail slurped loudly inward behind pursed lips. Limp hind legs were chomped down on and retracted into the maw in a series of GULP ULK GLPs, no trace of the deerling around after that. The chuolf sat up onto his hinds, chest showcasing the deerling’s bulges, with his sloshing stomach distended a fair amount. After such a long time without a live, squirming meal in his gut, chuolf was quite pleased. He pressed his tongue up between the sniveling deerling’s hind legs and slurped one last time. The deerling’s heart lurched when she felt the pressure build up, rump and legs swallowed down in one final GLRK! Her bulging body descended noisily down into the chuolf stomach, gathering up on itself in the compressed space and being cut off from the world with the sphincter sealing tight behind her. The chuolf patted his distended stomach and uttered out a small belch as he clapped his lips together, rounding on the spot and heading out of the den. The deerling felt the stomach compress on all sides with gurgling stomach acids climbing up and around her whole body, leaving her in utter darkness with precious little air to work with.

The chuolf had to struggle to make his way out of the den, bulging stomach squeezing tightly as he wiggled through the entrance. The deerling cried out in panic as she was compressed further, the chuolf hearing naught but muffled pleas as digestion kicked in. He grunted and pulled until his fattened-up body was pulled free from the now-empty den, stomach swaying to a stop as loud gurgles rang out. He waddled quickly over to the next nearest den, only to peek and see its owner sticking halfway out another chuolf’s mouth. He grinned and moved on, not disturbing that meal and looking for one that had not yet been claimed. By the time he found his next target – a den filled with a whole deerling family, his stomach had gone quiet save the churns and groans of digestion.

Off in another den, a chuolf was busy driving another deerling up against the wall. The male deerling was fully erect, cringing and pressing his hooves up against the female chuolf that was slaking her lustful desires one strong hump at a time. The chuolf thrust her hips up against the deerling’s twitching erection, driving the shaft past her clit and deep into her nethers. She felt the throbbing tip squelch in and out noisily, her tongue hanging out in pleasure while pressing her chest up against the pinned squirming deerling. Dust trickled from the ceiling and rattles churned throughout the den in time to each pump against the wall. The deerling muttered and whined but couldn’t stop his body from reacting, cock throbbing and oozing pre down the shaft and out of the thirsty chuolf’s folds.

The female chuolf licked over top the deerling’s head and compressed his whole body up against the wall, burying his muzzle in her chest fur. She moaned in delight and fell back onto her rump, keeping her paws compressed to the deerling’s back and locking his hips against hers. She felt the deerling shudder as he released his load, a few pithy spurts of cum decorating her innards. Her vagina clenched tight around his ejaculating cock, sparking ecstasy driving the chuolf to cry out in pleasure. Her own flow of fluids was considerable, puddling out and around the doomed deerling’s spent member and drenching the den floor. She panted and kept the rigorous embrace until she was completely drained and partially satisfied. The deerling in her grasp whimpered and continued to shake despite his orgasm having passed, looking up tearfully at large invading pokémon. The chuolf peered down with a hungry grin and licked her lips. Now that one of her main needs was accounted for, it was time for the other!

Before the deerling could utter a cry of protest, his hind legs were yanked upward, softening member slipping out from the chuolf’s folds. He yelped when those legs disappeared behind ravenous jaws, swallowed down without so much as a thought, dragging his hips up her chest and up against her mouth. The chuolf purred and widened her maw, rivulets of drool seeping down the smaller pokémon’s squirming form and devouring more of him in one bite. CHMP! GLRP! The deerling’s head banged against the ceiling as he was thrust upward suddenly, fore legs dizzily swaying as the room spun. GLURK! GULP! ULLLLP! His rear end, cock and all, was swallowed down, leaving his back to be smeared with drool by the exploring chuolf tongue. The chuolf planted her paws up onto each of the terrified deerling’s shoulders and closed her eyes. The deerling tried thrusting his available hooves down against the widening muzzle, but only sped up his demise, jamming down between his sides. He managed a pathetic squeal as hooves, legs, and chest disappeared down the tight slimy gullet with an open-mouthed GLORUK! Swinging his head from side to side, the last dim light the deerling ever saw disappeared as squelching jaws closed, teeth clacked together neatly, and the female chuolf swallowed him whole. GLURP!

The devoured deerling crowded around within the confines of the swaying chuolf belly while she wiped her mouth and waddled her way out of the den. When she exited she heard many similar noises coming from other dens: Other pack members relieving their various urges on the defense deerling population, either devouring them, rutting them, or both. Others, she saw, were herding captured deerling out from their homes and towards the hill in which they initially invaded. The twice-sated chuolf licked her lips and rubbed a paw over her squirming, burbling belly, as she quickly re-joined the fray and began to scout out un-harvested dens from which to capture more for her pack.

Pichawoo was sating his urges right alongside the rest of his pack. He’d already dragged five terrified, shaking deerling back to the rendezvous point, with another three gathered from a second trip. Only two of those were added to the number of kidnapped, however, with Pichawoo electing to rut one of them right in front of the rest. Too terrified to move, the captured deerling, more added by other members of the pack every minute, watched the invaders’ leader drive his throbbing cock balls-deep into a squealing female. The deerling looked to the others for assistance, but one threatening glare from Pichawoo kept them stock-still. Pichawoo came in a matter of moments, thick pulsating penis splurting out a gush of jizz into his victim and all over the ground. The ravaged deerling panted and moaned, barely able to twitch her hind legs even after Pichawoo removed himself from her. The next instant she felt a chuolf paw clasping to her tail and lifting her up! She uttered out a wail of horror, not even having to turn back to know what the chuolf was about to do. Her fears were confirmed an instant later when slobbering jaws clamped down around her butt and thighs. The deerling’s hind legs jutted outward at odd angles and couldn’t move. Her fore legs dangled uselessly as tears flowed from her eyes, feeling her rump swallowed down with an ear-twitching GLK. More and more members of the pack returned, most with full groaning stomachs, some watching their leader devour his fill.

ULRK! ULP! GULK! GLP! Another shriek pierced the village when the deerling prey felt her chin propped up on chuolf teeth, vision blocked by oozing saliva trailing down her muzzle. Those jaws closed firmly, leaving the deerling’s whimpering mouth the last that any of the chuolf pack or captured deerling (those who weren’t cringing from the sight) would ever see. The last whimpering moan was cut off with a loud SLURP!, Pichawoo’s cheeks bulging along with his chest. One powerful GLOOORK later and his meal was secured, squelching down to his distended stomach, the chuolf leader picking at a tooth for some loose fur while and smirking to all in attendance.

The village was picked clean, as far as the pack could tell. There may have been some survivors or escapists, but they didn’t care. The deerling they’d captured would last them quite a while. The encircled captives all had their backs to one-another, surrounded by the much larger predatory pokémon, leered at as nothing more than toys or food. Seeing several of their own digesting away in the fed pokémon bellies did them no favors either. On a simple command from Pichawoo to walk within the chuolf ring, they obeyed. Some sobbed, others shuddered, while others still couldn’t help but stare at some of their own gurgling away in the bellies that surrounded them.

It was a cold, long walk for the deerling as all of the pokémon made the trek back to the chuolf’s solitary large den. Unlike the deerling, the pack all dwelled within a single spacious underground home. And it was obvious that there was room for them when they were shoved in a few at a time. In the center of the underground space was a rudimentary cage, comprising of wood and whatever the chuolf pack could find to erect it. It stood empty, before the deerling found themselves forcefully pushed through its small entrance. The pack wasn’t at all gentle to their food, but they were spared worse repercussions as the pack didn’t want their winter food spoiled in any fashion. They were all gathered inward quickly enough, with the simple door to their cage – a simple flap – fluttered shut. It didn’t latch or lock, but with chuolf eyes all around them there was no possible hope for revolt or escape.

With their food secure for some time, the chuolf pack were far more relaxed. That night, after the trip to and from the deerling village, combined with the raid and full stomachs, the den was full of sleeping chuolves before long. One or two stood sentry and rotated out as needed, but every chuolf stomach was full that night. Pichawoo in particular looked very relaxed and content, his pack fed for another while and his stomach grrrrrning away the female he ate hours ago. The deerling in the cage were given front-row seats to the lounging pack. Some chuolves slept on their back, bubbling bellies twitching visibly in the shining moonlight. Others laid on their sides, with the smooth round bulges splayed out along the den floors, a paw reaching up to push down and around the malleable pudge. Others still rested on said stomachs, whatever was contained in them long-since digested down to mush. The deerling saw their fates and worried deeply.

What came the following weeks, however, was far worse. When a chuolf couldn’t digest whatever remains loitered in their powerful stomachs, they were hacked or belched up. And those chunks of fur and half-intact bones were piling up in the den, right next to the cage. The chuolves themselves rarely left the den, having everything they needed in their home, and the deerling lived in a constant state of fear, wondering which one of them would be the next to be turned into a skeletal pile. They were kept fresh and edible with occasional feedings of berries and nuts and other things the chuolf pack was beyond eating, with meager amounts of water to follow. The captors grew fatter as the days ticked away, one squealing deerling pulled from the cage and devoured, or worse, at a time. While Pichawoo kept a general rationing scheme in place, a hungry chuolf was generally not denied a meal when any of those pudgy pokémon grew hungry once again.

The successful chuolves often satisfied their other needs with not only the deerling, but themselves, during those winter days. In one instance, a petite female deerling was left whimpering in a corner of the den, a chuolf cock tip playing up and down her exposed folds as she lay on her back. She cringed away, clenching her eyes shut, hoping that she would be saved. Another being did show up – another chuolf. She looked to her fellow male and looked down at his length, licking her lips. A simple grunt showed that the rutting male was going for a refill. The deerling peered her eyes open, seeing two dominating chuolves leering over her. Without warning, the male separated from her and leaned against a wall, his hinds spread and twitching cock fully-erect. The deerling gasped when the other chuolf grasped around her body and yanked her off the ground, licking to her cheek and carrying her over to the lustful male. That chuolf grinned, running a paw over his member and waiting for his prize to be fed to him. The deerling let out a squawk of panic when her head was suddenly thrust down against the twitching penis… and sank right down into it. SCHLRP! She wailed and kicked her legs, but the female chuolf held her in place, slowly feeding her flailing body down the moaning male chuolf’s dick.

The various bulges of the petite deerling sank down the erection a little bit at a time, pre oozing out around her and slickening her journey down to the ball sack that craved a good refill. The female chuolf licked her lips in anticipation of what she was going to get, sliding her paws up to the deerling’s hips and squishing them together. The male rested his head against the back of the den wall with his tongue lolled out in pleasure, every twitch from his cock accompanied by a paw sliding up and down his shaft.

The two chuolves entertained themselves for a generous amount of time, leaving the sinking deerling, blind in the pulsating hot darkness, to moan and vainly protest. The deerling was only really able to catch her breath when her head pressed out into the distending ball sack, slimy cum drenching her instantly and rubbing into her fur. She kicked and flailed her protruding hinds in desperation, but felt them clasped in powerful chuolf paws to hold them in place. She felt them squeezed into the tight hole by the knees, leaving her hooves protruding out along with her tail, butt framing the slit. Another chuolf paw guided over her butt and pressed down hard. SCHLRK, SCHLORP, SCHLUUUUUK! The throbbing cock spurted out a few drops of heated cum as the cock head closed around the final remnants of the devoured deerling. Her twitching squirming body was outlined plainly in the flesh of the shaft, inching its way downward into his balls. The deerling whined as her body contorted to fit the sack, pressing out in all directions, with lewd grrrrrmbles rumbling at her from all sides.

The deerling didn’t last long at all. The female chuolf licked her lips and ran her paws up and down the throbbing chuolf dick before her. The male let her do all the work, feeling those paws sink down to his engorged struggling ball sack, loud churns working the eaten deerling down into volumes of chuolf cum. He looked down at himself, seeing those bulging outlines of deerling quickly dissolving, forming into curvy bubbling bulges on either side of the cock twitching to his pulse.

The female massaging the deerling down was leaking out of her folds, nearly over the edge just from the lengthy experience of the deerling churning away before her. She waited just a moment longer before sinking her muzzle down around the twitching penis before her, head and shaft gliding along the tongue before the former was gulped into a tight throat. GLRP! The male moaned and went slack, his balls aching to release their massive load. Chuolf lips clasped closed around the male’s cock and suckled, tongue pressing up and around the throbbing shaft while she continually gulped around his tip. Her eyes fluttered closed and she spewed femcum out along the floor behind her. The musky aromas with her belly pressing to the gurgling balls were more than enough for her.

The male chuolf lazily wormed a paw up past her long ears and planted it on the head of the chuolf blowing him. He licked his lips and pressed down, the female chuolf forced to swallow a few more inches of his large cock. It bulged out her throat, and that was his tipping point. The male grunted and his ball sack scrunched, and the ensuing wads of cum blew from his cock and were loudly GULP, ULK, GLRK’d down in time to every muffled SPLUT, SPLT, SPLUUURT of his dick. The female got what she was seeking and more, swallowing wad after wad of the deerling-turned-chuolf jizz. Streams of it spurted out from the corners of her locked lips and her stomach distended with every subsequent swallow. Her lips unsealed with a pop after she managed to extract the orgasming cock from her jaws, the final few splashes of brown-fur-drizzled cum coating her muzzle and cheeks. She panted and gave a lick up the still-twitching cocktip, encouraging one last splt to run down the sated male’s shaft. The female curled up against the spent male, her belly swaying and resting against his spent form, and the two found slumber not a minute after their extended rutting session.

This was fate of the deerling, to witness themselves being picked off one by one. At last, after weeks of being preyed upon, there was but one left: A somewhat-plump female, sniveling and cowering in the middle of the cage populated more by bones than deerling at that point. When she heard the familiar flap furl up, she let out a scream of panic. Pichawoo himself made his way into the cage, licking his lips with his much-rounder stomach gurgling allowed in need. The deerling scrambled towards the edge of the cage, but was halted when a paw slammed down on her tail. Pinned, her backward momentum sent her head to the ground, the cage and den spinning before her eyes.

While the rest of the pack were out to scout new potential raiding locations, Pichawoo feasted. He dragged his slobbering tongue all over the pinned deerling, ignoring what pitiful protests the pudgy pokémon attempted, physical or verbal. Her taste was far too succulent for him to care. It wasn’t long before the last deerling was completely coated in drying saliva, left wide-eyed and staring terrified up at the chuolf that led to her whole village being eaten alive. She begged and pleaded, while trying to wriggle herself away from the looming threat, but Pichawoo just laughed and kept her in place with a single paw. He leaned forward until he was laying over-top her, his now-fatter form oozing over either side of the smaller fat pokémon and keeping her firmly pinned. He continued licking and drooling over the last deerling, the one that looked the most scrumptious and plump, so of course was kept for the leader of the pack. That deerling quivered in place, unable to move so much as a leg to prevent the elongated tasting from taking place.

After several minutes of the teasing from Pichawoo, his belly let out a particularly fierce grumble. With it compressed to the deerling, she felt it as well as heard it, letting out one last shrill squeal right into the jaws that slowly yawned open before her. The deerling saw deep into the glistening chuolf jaws, Pichawoo extending his tongue out to let it lazily hang out over his lower jaw. Teeth and cheeks and beyond all dripped in drool, and the black gullet beyond twitched in anticipation of a fresh meal. Unable to move, the deerling merely wailed as those jaws sank down over her head, flattening her ears to her skull. Her whole head and shoulders easily fit into Pichawoo’s mouth, who wasted no time in swallowing it down with a thick GLRK.

With his prey secured, the pudgy chuolf slowly rolled over onto his back, planting the fat deerling on his chest. The deerling tried to protest now that her legs were free, but they were awkwardly splayed out around Pichawoo’s furry chest and stomach. The legs limply ended up pointing backwards as her shoulders and chest were thrust into the drooling jaws, angling up with the chuolf’s head resting back against the den floor. ULP! URLK! GLP… Pichawoo took his time eating the last deerling whole and alive, paws playing up against her pudgy midsection as it lined his jaws. He worked those jaws up and down gently, squeezing out more fatty flavors for his taste buds to sing to, tongue pressed into the deerling fur and soaking it all in.

The deerling whined as her head descended down the strong throat muscles, soon poking into the already-active stomach. Pichawoo firmly patted his belly as it began to distend, the grrrgle overshadowed by a fresh strong GLURP! He swallowed the deerling down to her hips, leaving naught but hind legs, tail, and rear end protruding. Pichawoo guided a paw up to caress around the plump cheeks the deerling sported, salivating and slurping at her stomach that bulged out his cheeks. It proved no challenge to the chuolf, however, it squelched tightly down into the throat with a wet SCHGLK. The deerling wound around the edges of the expanding gut, body curling in on itself as more of it was swallowed whole. She felt sticky hot drool ooze over her rear, legs and tail limply flicking about in the fresh air just beyond the devouring jaws. Pichawoo chewed and savored the deerling rump while idly slurping in the limp extremities. Soon the deerling could feel no fresh air at all, every movement of her body pressed up against malleable innards of a maw or stomach.

Pichawoo ran his tongue up between the deerling’s legs and pressed backwards. A muffled squeal sounded out in tune to the final, squelching GLURRRRRRK as Pichawoo ate the fat deerling alive. Her bulges swam down his body until they all conspired to bulge out his stomach as much as possible. A cage-rattling URRRRRP was quick to follow, a wet clump of deerling fur splattering to the ground. A loud GLORP followed, signaling that digestion was well-underway, leaving Pichawoo to lay there in the cage and enjoy his large meal in peace. The deerling writhed in agony as her body slurched down into the stomach and had nowhere to move. She struggled and pressed outward against the belly, leaving brief indentations along the fur, only to retract and be replaced with ominous grrrrrns.

It was hours before the rest of the pack returned. They saw their leader napping in the cage, belly gurgling away the last deerling. As expected, of course. They had good news to share with their leader, but that could wait until the following day. The chuolf pack slept soundly that night, most looking quite a bit more plump than they did all those weeks ago when winter threatened them. Now they had weeks to spare, at least, before having to seek out anything of adequate sustenance, and the pack had found several other villages with which they could be satisfied.

None of that was on Pichawoo’s mind, however, as he slept that night. Powerful gurgles and groans weren’t enough to keep him awake, and he slept soundly as the fat deerling digested away in his stomach. She struggled for quite a while in the pitch-black stomach where fluids constantly drenched and pooled around her, growing higher with every passing minute. The deerling only passed out when what little air that had lingered was all used up, the deerling ending up completely submerged in the stomach fluids. Pichawoo licked his lips as he slept, his paws gathered up near his stomach and idly pressing into the mass that was the deerling’s stomach bulge. She was digested overnight, as thoroughly and completely as all the others before her, and Pichawoo couldn’t wait to find out who’d be next.

The next morning, Pichawoo awoke with a yawn. He clapped his lips together and licked at his teeth, still tasting the divine flavors of the deerling he swallowed down just the previous night. His belly burbled, and the pack was awoken to the sound of a wet, slimy ORRRRRRUP! Pichawoo saw a slimy skull and several other bones shoot out from his jaws and clatter along the ground, the last deerling joining the rest of her village as nothing but a pile of half-digested bones along the floor of the chuolf den. With nothing but contented members about him, Pichawoo got his pick of the pack. There was not an unmounted female chuolf that morning, Pichawoo having a lot of excess energy to burn and pleasure to seek.

Once he was done breeding with the bulk of his pack, plans were made. Scents shared and new paths to additional weeks of food discovered. The chuolf pack was able to survive the winter easily from that point onward, at the cost of several other pokémon dwellings. They succumbed to the growing size, and thanks to Pichawoo, number of chuolves that continually preyed upon them all. The chuolf pack remained loyal to their leader, who, even in the roughest of times, always found a way to keep them well-fed and sated.

The winter months went by in a flash, and the snows and cold climate melted away. As the pack expanded, too large for the den, they eventually splintered off into several packs that spread across the land. While not every pokémon was so easily taken down by a chuolf, a pack led by Pichawoo or his offspring could manage the job, if they were hungry and desperate enough. The core of the pack of chuolves remained in that same area with Pichawoo leading them all, and prey repopulated abandoned villages of pokémon just long enough for them to multiply and grow. All to sustain the lives of the well-to-do chuolves that continued to harvest and feast off of them, summer or winter, rain or shine.