Frost the Fennekin apprehensively poked his head into what was quite an eye-catching tent, the sign announcing a fortune telling service piquing his curiosity. The tent wasn’t in town until a few days ago, and after debating it over, Frost decided it was time to see what his future held! He worked his way inside, finding the interior to be laid out rather comfortably: A long table with purple cloth draped over it separated two large cushions, one of which Frost immediately took a seat on, flicking his blue tail merrily. The other was already occupied by a serene, calm-looking Meowstic, whose eyes were closed with the Pokémon mumbling softly to herself. A large crystal ball separated the two, and Frost amused himself by making faces in it, until the Meowstic peeked an eye open at him. Frost smiled eagerly up at the poised Meowstic, her giving a gentle one back in return. A well-practiced customer service smile from the freckled-faced Meowstic, bred from keeping her rather droll family business afloat. “You wish to seek your fortune this day, little Fennekin.”

Frost gasped. “Wow! How did you know?”

The Meowstic, named Fortune, rolled her eyes slightly. “You came in to a fortune teller’s place of business,” she said rather logically. Frost blinked, then giggled despite himself. Fortune, not wanting to let her snark chase away a customer, returned to a more businesslike pose and poise, eyes widening and peering straight into the crystal ball. “Now, young Fennekin, I, Fortune, will reveal your future.” Frost started to remark on the oddity of having such a coincidental name, but Fortune, having heard them all a thousand times before, shushed him from the corner of her mouth. He fell silent as Fortune’s eyes glowed and reflected slightly on the now active crystal ball, focusing in on what Future Sight was revealing to her…

Frost waited on baited breath, leaning forward on his seat, his tail frozen in place. He couldn’t see what Fortune saw, of course, but that didn’t stop him from staring at her through the swirly crystal ball! Fortune, meanwhile, had her brow furrowed and eyes glowing slightly, seeing into Frost’s future. Frost saw her eyes widen slightly, her jaw drop a little. He had to fight to stay quiet, but she was obviously seeing something exciting! It had to be!

What Fortune saw, however, was not what the Fennekin likely expected.

Fortune saw herself casually licking over a pinned, shivering Frost, his petite form mushed against his cushion. Fortune licked her lips, forelegs wrapping around the quivering Fennekin and lifting him up off the cushion. Her belly audibly groaned as her jaws spread wide open, dripping in drool. Frost let out a pitiful squeal not to be eaten, as his muzzle slipped beyond the threshold of Fortune’s jaws, planted on the tongue, and– 

Fortune blinked a couple times, eyes dimming, the crystal ball settling down. She looked across the table to the curious Fennekin, and hoped he didn’t hear her stomach growl in front of him just now. “Your fortune… is murky,” she said vaguely, wondering now what would happen, should she let Frost go. “I must look further, for clarity.” Pondering a future where Frost doesn’t add to her hips, Fortune delved right back into her Future Sight, to see what might transpire instead.

The hunt was on! A panicked frost was running for his life, scarf whipping behind his head in the wind as a larger Pokémon hungrily chased after him. A Mightyena gave chase and was quickly gaining on the Fennekin she caught off guard while he was taking a constitutional through the forest, and her belly sang hungrily. “You’re mine!” Frost heard the predator call out while the two raced through the wooded area. The Fennekin tried once or twice to give the Mightyena the slip, but he couldn’t concentrate to conjure any cold attacks to do so, nor could he escape her hungry eyes!

It was all over quickly. Frost stumbled over a root and the Mightyena sealed her victory by mashing a large paw down on the square of his back. Frost squealed when his legs splayed under him, hearing lips licking from above. He tried to beg for his life but a large paw pressed down on his chest, forcing the breath out of Frost “Food doesn’t talk back,” the Mightyena stated matter-of-factly. Frost, shivering, looked up, craning his head up and backwards to see the inverted view of the Mightyena’s muzzle, inches from his, growling and drooling right over his face. Then those jaws splayed open wide.

Frost tried to protest, to scream, but he had no air to work with. CHOMPF! The Mightyena’s maw pounded down and around the upper half of Frost in one swift motion. She lifted her head and slung it back and forth, amused at the squirming meal in her mouth being tossed this way and that. Several powerful swallows followed – ULK GLP GLRP – and Frost’s chest, belly, hinds and tail were all slurped up with ease. A salivating tongue swished across squirming fur and a twitching tail, Frost whimpering in the bigger Pokémon’s throat. Mightyena then polished the Fennekin off with a mighty GULRP and sent the writhing bulge squelching down her gullet and into her belly. Frost was compressed into the binding stomach with walls pounding in from every angle, acids pooled about his back. He squealed and hollered but Mightyena either ignored or couldn’t hear him, sitting down and letting her furry belly sag out with the struggles of her latest catch. She licked her lips as she ran a paw delicately over the grumbling stomach, then pressed playfully into the squirming bulges. Frost let out a whimpering cry, as Mightyena had fun with her prey even after the devouring had occurred, the Fennekin’s vision already dimming among the gurgling fluids in the squishy Mightyena stomach…

Fortune shook her head when the vision faded, glancing up and giving the eager-looking Frost a look of pity. Maybe that fate isn’t certain, she thought, using Future Sight once again to see an alternate future for the curious Fennekin.

It took only a moment for the third vision to materialize. At first, Fortune didn’t know what to make of it. The only thing in view was one Pokémon: A shiny Sylveon, lounging on her back, softly petting over her midsection. She slowly licked her lips and purred softly. “You non shiny Pokémon ought to be grateful to be my dinner,” she purred, tapping her stomach, which the spying Fortune realized was distended, and still squirming. A soft “mmf!” from within told Fortune exactly where Frost was. “Struggle all you like. You won’t escape. Not that I understand why you would want to. You get to become part of a greater, shinier Pokémon than yourself.”

The vision suddenly dove into the stomach itself, Fortune getting a not-too-pleasant view of the Sylveon’s innards. A subtle blue glow permeated the belly, providing light that even Frost could use to see his impending fate. The belly walls were tightly binding the Fennekin in place, his tail tucked up against his belly and chest fur, legs stuck at awkward angles. “I don’t want to be a part of you! L-l-let me oooout!” Frost whined loudly, his big ears quivering at the sharp sound he was making for himself. The unyielding fleshy walls vibrated and groaned, with seeping fluids draining into and about the Fennekin’s own fur. With one ear pressed to the walls he heard every taunting word the Sylveon levied.

The sated Sylveon prattled on and continued stroking her belly, Fortune seeing the top of the stomach squash harshly down against the terrified Frost, who pushed back vainly. The belly started to gurgle as the enzymes flared to life beneath the pinned, protesting Frost. He hollered and yelled even as the vision swept outward to focus in on the lazy shiny Sylveon, who was using a ribbon to tease and prod the churning contents of her stomach. “Won’t be long now,” she mused with a giggle, using paw and ribbon alike to rudely slosh and sway the fading Fennekin about the compact, bulging tummy. “That’s all the good you were to this world, Frost. Just a single solitary meal for the likes of me. Your better.” The Sylveon yawned, stretching her jaws wide, before smacking her lips. “And now, good night.” She ignored the terrified Fennekin sounds, the Sylveon soon falling asleep, resting on her side with churning belly resting against the ground. The protests from within grew quieter as the stomach noises increased. Fortune’s vision faded away when the belly stopped moving entirely, save for the muscle spasms and twitches from the stomach itself, properly digesting a hearty meal.

Fortune blinked rapidly as the vision faded entirely. No matter what, this eager Fennekin is a meal. Whether now, or in the days to come, is irrelevant, Fortune thought, keeping her expression blank. Frost was growing more and more eager when the crystal ball became inert and Fortune leaned up from it. “Well? What was my fortune? I’m gonna be a great explorer, right?” he questioned eagerly, tail swaying along the seat cushion. His ears were perked, but lowered slightly when Fortune didn’t respond. The Meowstic opted instead to just stare at the doomed Fennekin, her eyes glinting hungrily. The void of silence was filled only when Fortune’s belly grumbled. Fortune cleared her throat.

“Well, I ventured down many possible paths you could possibly wind up going down,” Fortune started, standing and walking around the lengthy table. Frost tracked her, hanging on every word. “You see,” she continued, closing the flap to the tent, assuring their privacy, “you, Fennekin, are destined to be…” Frost leaned forward as she walked up next to him. “A meal!” Frost jerked in surprise at that revelation, gasping when Meowstic paws clutched to his sides suddenly.

“Wh-what? No!”

“Yes,” Fortune said with a small smile. “Even if I didn’t skip lunch today and have a tasty morsel of a Pokémon wander their way in here, the futures I looked at all had you melting away in some other fortune Pokémon’s tummy.” Her own gut grrrmble’d again at that moment, and the frightful Frost let out a squeak and stared at it. “So, may as well be me, you know? I am famished, after all.”

“Eurgh, no! No!” Frost protested meekly, though he couldn’t escape the hungry Fortune’s grasp, nor could he stop her from slowly unraveling his blue scarf and idly toss it aside. “Y-you can’t just–” he started, before a long, slow lick from the freckled-faced Meowstic made the words die on his tongue. Saliva matted down the fur on the sides of his face, the squirming Fennekin tasting cool and sweet to the hungry Fortune.

“Oh, don’t be so petulant,” Fortune chided, smacking her lips, “you were destined to be food either way.” Frost silently gawked up with every struggle doing nothing but wearing him out. He tried wriggling backward, but was against the table, trapped! Fortune smiled inwardly, the very vision she had earlier coming to pass exactly as she saw: Fortune licked her lips, forelegs wrapping around the quivering Fennekin and lifting him up off the cushion. Her belly audibly groaned as her jaws spread wide open, dripping in drool. Frost let out a pitiful squeal not to be eaten, as his muzzle slipped beyond the threshold of Fortune’s jaws, planted on the tongue, and was pressed to the back of the throat in one fluid motion.

“Don’t eat meeeee–” URLK! Fortune swallowed down the Frost’s furry muzzle and head, forcing his hears to lay flat against his skull. He scrunched his eyes shut among the tight throat muscles while they worked him down, ignoring the tongue playing about his chest fur and flailing his hinds and tail for dear life. Fortune greedily drooled down over the now-dangling Fennekin’s form, using her paws to take some of the weight off her jaws and feed her lunch inward. Frost’s kicking did him no good, with his tail idly flumping against the cushion he was sitting on and the Meowstic devouring him. He freaked out when he felt his own tail bat against the throat and chest bulge his body was causing in the Psychic-type Pokémon, trying to flail his whole body but barely able to do much with what was already ingested. Fortune slowly hefted her head up despite the protesting struggles of Frost, turning in place and sitting down on the cushioned seat. She leaned back against the table, her head angled upward to casually enjoy the rest of her scrumptious afternoon meal. “Mffrrrphh!!!”

Fortune knew she didn’t have all the time in the world to eat Frost, and there was little point in dragging things out. That said, she didn’t wolf down the Fennekin with any urgency. With the tent closed up nobody would interrupt her meal, nor save the flailing Frost from his inevitable fate. He grimaced and squirmed and cried out various muffled protests, only interrupted when the Meowstic thoroughly ULP’d and GLP’d around him. Frost’s muzzle led the way down the saliva-coated gullet, and in the next moment his snout pierced through the yielding stomach sphincter and introduced him to the scents of what would be his final resting place. Frost’s maw was clamped shut by the muscle, leaving him with no recourse but to whimper as the stomach groaned in anticipation for its imminent meal!

Fortune relaxed the back of her head against the table and sighed around Frost. His lower stomach and backside still stuck freely out her lips, with just one paw pressing against him now. Frost continued trying to flick his wide tail, but the bulk of it was mashed up against his rear, and his hindlegs were practically buried in the fluffy thing, just paws sticking out past Fortune’s lips. He felt less and less fresh air from the outside world as he was gradually swallowed deeper, hindpaws disappearing with a schlp of the lips. Fortune grinned around what was now just a wide tail, which twitched erratically as she worked her tongue up and around what remained of the Fennekin. Frost started squealing again when his muzzle was freed, head and body slipping into the ever-widening stomach whose edges scraped all over his fur. The Fennekin’s form was worked deeper, past Fortune’s teeth, to gather up near the back of the throat. The smiling Meowstic finished off the last visible remains of her lunch with a slower, more methodical slrrrrrrp, casually wiping her mouth dry and ushering Frost further backwards. Frost began bunching in on himself in the belly, nothing but a series of bulges up Fortune’s torso, and puffed-out cheeks.

Fortune swished the last of Frost about her mouth a little, letting his tantalizing tastes sink in and assuring herself this was the best possible fate for Frost. Then, without giving it any more thought, she swallowed the writhing, wailing Fennekin whole and alive.

GLURPMH!  

Frost’s bulges swam down in lurches, the Ice-type bundled up tightly within the confines of the stomach. The belly bulge thumped against the cushion below before wobbling back up, Fortune sighing happily and resting a couple paws atop the struggling meal. “Ahhhh… Your fate and mind are now intertwined,” she remarked with a smile. It was of little comfort to Frost, who could already feel the twinge of stomach acids beginning to bubble up from beneath him. Gurrrrn… He wasn’t the largest meal Fortune’s ever had, but it was a very filling one, so it took her a few moments to get back to her feet. Frost’s world sloshed and swayed violently about him, the sagging Meowstic belly swaying to Fortune’s careful gait. She re-opened the tent flap and quickly turned tail to waddle back behind the table. Frost felt a quaking sensation when she sat back down, Fortune relieved to take a load off while her belly diligently kept Frost’s squirming to a minimum and kicked up digestion a notch.

Fortune carried on with the rest of her day as if Frost never arrived, taking customers and keeping the effects of her Pokémon meal obscured from view. Frost cried out whenever he could tell someone else was in the tent, but all that emerged from the belly were muffled sounds overpowered by stronger, louder churns and groans. Fortune was able to distract or otherwise play off the noises, and no other Pokémon was the wiser to the fact that she had Frost packed away and digesting at a moderate pace. It was definitely a satisfying meal for Fortune, who didn’t feel peckish at all for the rest of the day, even working straight through supper and beyond. Frost attempted to struggle every so often, but it was impossible for the Fennekin to make any headway, with his paws pressed against his body and tail wrapped around his midsection. Trapped against his own contortions and the never-letting-up squelching walls of the stomach, Frost was reduced to a whimpering heap as the digestive fluids sluiced about with reckless abandon.

He went quiet for good shortly after suppertime, Fortune managing a small belch, flits of blue and white fur trickling to the tent floor. “Excuse me,” she said to no-one in particular as she was alone now, giggling to herself. The rest of her evening was uneventful, and she closed up shop. When standing, she felt the weight of Frost once more, but it was different now. Her stomach was back to normal mostly, though a paunch remained; more fat was gathered about her hips, though the more even distribution helped her carry it better. She pawed around the pudgy, squishy fat as she used another to close up her tent, heading for home under the evening light. “Ah, I have to say you were quite worth the meal,” Fortune reminisced with a lick of her lips. “Truly, this was the best outcome you could have experienced. Better to have gotten it over with instead of dragging the inevitable out,” Fortune rationalized, her two tails flicking independently of one-another as she walked. The fortune teller would remember Frost for a few more days, though the one-time encounter would leave her memory as time wore on, Frost no more than a layer of fat on the contented Meowstic’s hips.