The inviting river bubbled tranquilly, cutting a sweeping curve through the otherwise-sparse plains where Pokémon dwelled. They were untouched by the trainers of the region, allowing the species to thrive and grow without any sort of intervention. It was a particularly hot day, and even Grass-types that soaked up the sun’s rays were feeling the heat. One such Pokémon, a rather timid Grovyle, shuffled her way towards the river for a drink and perhaps even a swim. She half-walked, half-waddled her way along, carrying along a soft paunch of a belly and looking rather healthy. The surrounding plains were dotted with trees and vegetation, which proved more than enough for the population that survived there, and Grovyle was no exception. She wiped some sweat from her brow and shook her appendages, long leaves left to jostle like leaves on a tree. When the river was in sight she picked up the pace, growing more eager to cool off and quench her thirst.

Grovyle’s demeanor shifted, however, when she got close to the river. Another Pokémon was camped out right by the shore and he gave her pause: A large Feraligatr by the name of Kapri lounged against a tree, looking half-asleep, claws behind his head, legs and tail sprawled out on the grass. Grovyle made out a few scars and claw marks along his body, leaving little doubt in her mind how much of a threat he could be. But it wasn’t the marks of battle that drew her attention: A semi-erect cock hung freely between the Feraligatr’s legs. Grovyle was now torn between instincts to avoid the imposing Pokémon… or see if he desired a little action on the hot day.

The Feraligatr peeked a curious eye open when he heard approaching steps, seeing a clearly-intimidated Grovyle nervously headed his way. He gave a subtle sniff of the air, and it was clear why she was headed over. Kapri mumbled and his erection gave a little twitch, Grovyle stopping in her tracks. “E-excuse me,” she mumbled, running a claw down the large leaf atop her head. “You look like you… I mean I’d like to...”

“Mm, spit it out,” Kapri grumbled with a toothy grin. “You want to mate.” Grovyle blushed and put her claws to her muzzle, though her eyes betrayed desire and lust. She nodded meekly and Kapri shuffled his back up against the tree some. “Well come on over then. I won’t bite… unless I’m hungry.”

“Wh-what?” Grovyle, who started shuffling forward, stopped again.

“You heard me,” Kapri chuckled. “If I get hungry, and you happen to be here, well, you look scrumptious enough to have for lunch. Saves me a hunt.” Kapri stretched his claws up and back, yawning and inadvertently showcasing the famous Feraligatr maw that could cleave stone and swallow quite a bit in one go. He scratched his chest and leered to Grovyle. “What do you say?”

Alarm bells rung in Grovyle’s head. She looked to the river, then back to Kapri, who was absentmindedly stroking his ridged red cock. Grovyle’s legs quivered, her cheeks fiercely burning. “Y-you’re on,” she finally admitted, unable to resist the temptation to have that thick member driven deep into her. “I-I’m just gonna get a quick drink first.” Kapri watched Grovyle hustle to the edge of the river and go to her knees as she bent down to drink her fill. From there, Kapri caught a glimpse under the Grass-type’s leafy tail, and drooled: A winking pussy and puckered tailhole were ripe for the taking, and he no longer needed to stroke himself to get hard.

Despite his cock twitching in the air, Kapri waited patiently for Grovyle to finish her drink. The Grass-type lifted her head with water dripping, gulping down her fill, when she felt Kapri’s claw grip around the edges of her tail. He ushered her backwards with a few tugs until Grovyle got the message, the Grass-type backing up of her own accord. He brought her over near the tree he’d been lounging against and put a claw to her head, nestling it to the ground. Grovyle let out a whimper of anticipation, her nethers twitching and already starting to glisten. She let her claws lay by her side and stole a glance over her shoulder, gulping nervously at the now fully-erect cock twitching in the air. “I-I… I’m not sure you’ll f-fit...” she squeaked. Kapri, for his part, gave the nervous Grovyle a warm smile. He stroked over her rump, soothing the Grass-type somewhat, before suddenly gripping to the base of her leafy tail. She let out a cry as she was pulled upward, head now dangling off the ground.

Kapri smirked with the female’s ass right up near his muzzle. He extended his large, dripping tongue and splatted it up against the Grovyle’s sagging stomach. “Mmm...” he murmured as he dragged his tongue slowly up the stomach, guiding it towards her exposed cunt. At the back of her mind Grovyle thought she was being tasted, though the Feraligatr didn’t look the least bit hungry! His warning, however, fluttered from her head when that tongue encompassed the entirety of her snatch. He played about the luscious lips and flitted in and out of the oozing nethers, and Grovyle was reduced to a whimpering, twitching heap. Kapri slathered over Grovyle’s rump again and again, until viscous drool drizzled off it in dripping strands. Satisfied, the Feraligatr lowered Grovyle back to the ground, only releasing her tail when she was settled on her knees with her butt presented to him. Kapri casually tossed the tail aside and leered at the dripping rear presented to him, his penis eagerly twitching in the warm summer air. He slowly sagged his looming presence over Grovyle with his claws crunching into the ground on either side of her head, only just keeping his weight off her. She felt immense heat emanating from the tip of the ridged Feraligatr dick encroaching on her exposed nethers, and let out a squeal when it kissed against her flesh. Kapri purred, wriggling his hips in anticipation and swaying his large tail back and forth, his cock dragging back and forth across her butt, her tailhole, and finally settling right between her wet lips.

Grovyle’s cry of shock and pleasure roared across the river when Kapri plundered her. Kapri panted and drove his pointed member into the warmth, tip squelching noisily inward and spreading the Grass-type wide. Grovyle whined as pain rocked up from between her legs, only worsening with the Feraligatr forcing himself deeper. The ridges wriggled in with Kapri’s encouragement, the head of his eager cock slipping all the way in with a slimy pop. Grovyle clawed at the ground and panted hotly, her inner walls already gripping to the invading member. She couldn’t do much more than lay there and take it, with her leafy tail twitching and the large Feraligatr grunting above and behind her. Kapri eased into a slow rhythm, humping as much of his dick as he could into the willing Grass-type. He never fully relieved her, pulling his tip nearly all the way out before diving back in. He grunted, very pleased to have the female show up unexpectedly for his personal pleasure. Kapri let out a moan when a bit more of his cock pushes inward, walls widening by necessity and spreading Grovyle out even further. Every squirm she attempted was felt, ass and inner walls clenching to whatever bits of the cock it could, as Kapri rode her steadily.

Minutes ticked by like seconds for the two rutting Pokémon. Grovyle, despite the discomfort, was pushing her rear back to Kapri in time to his steadily-increasing thrusts. Both perspired and glistened in the sunlight though Grovyle was panting much more heavily. Kapri had abandoned his efforts to keep his scaly body up off the Grass-type, flattening his stomach and chest against her hips and back while fucking her. Grovyle’s claws and arms shook from the weight until her body collapsed to the dirt, her ass the only thing in the air as it jiggled and slapped with every eager hump from the Water-type. Their sex was noisy, their anatomies squelching and slurping at each other, viscous pre from the two of them mingling and dripping down Kapri’s dick and Grovyle’s legs to the grass below. Grovyle clenched her eyes shut when Kapri thrust in further, feeling the edge of his throbbing erection press against the very walls of her womb. The Feraligatr could only squeeze half his endowment into the massaging lips and walls of his current mate but used every inch that could be spared for pleasure. His cock noisily slipped outward to the head, then plunged deep time and time again. His tail was up and swaying rapidly with him nearing his climax, though he held back somewhat to make sure he left the best impression he could upon the squirming, quivering Grovyle.

Every hot breath Grovyle took blew against the loose grass before her, her loins ablaze with passion. Her eyes unfocused with Kapri’s sizable penis filling her again and again, her world nothing but his pulsating dick. Kapri, who was mostly silent through the sex, groaned aloud when the ridged cock flared hard deep inside Grovyle. He pounded into her one last time, half his pulsating erection buried, half-exposed, lifting her body off the ground somewhat. And then, he came. SPLUT-SPLRRRT! SPLUT SPUT SPLLT… The first stream of hot Feraligatr jizz was all it took to set Grovyle off too. Her walls clenched tightly around the orgasming cock as her whole body became electrified in the throes of orgasm. Her own cum splattered out around his pulsating shaft against his tail and flowing down her body. His heated semen spewed out, filling her in a single spurt, leaving the rest to squeeze and filter down Grovyle’s rear end and drip to the ground below. Despite starting first, Kapri’s orgasm outlasted Grovyle’s, the female a panting mess just as the last few splurts rocked out from his excited member.

Feraligatr lazily slopped over Grovyle, his slowly-softening member still buried deep in her snatch in a pool of his leavings. Grovyle was barely conscious, her tongue ladled out along the grass and eyes unfocused. Her afterglow was so potent that she didn’t detect the scaly belly atop her growling ominously. It was splayed over her back and hanging off, the rumbling stomach indicating the Feraligatr was not just hungry, but starving after the rut. Kapri recognized this instantly, looking down to the pinned, exhausted Grass-type and licking his lips slowly. He let his jaws hang agape slightly as the cream-filled Grovyle lay there, large enough for a proper Feraligatr meal and ripe for the taking.

Grovyle was only clued in to Kapri’s hunger when she felt, and heard, a plop of stringy drool land on the back of her head. She was shocked from her afterglow and turned her head to stare a reptilian eye up at Kapri, whose focused eyes betrayed his hunger. “N-no…” Pinned by the Water-type’s weight, Grovyle could only struggle as the tooth-lined jaws came down, securing themselves over the entirety of the Grass-type’s head! Kapri mumbled appreciatively as he glided his tongue all over the protesting Grovyle’s face, head, chin and neck. Grovyle gasped and begged to be released, sputtering through build-ups of drool. When Kapri yawned his jaws wide and let the Grovyle head thud to the ground, she whimpered and stared frightfully up. “P-p-please...” Her eyes widened when the big Feraligatr stomach groaned loudly, and this time she felt the vibrations down to the bone. Her claws formed fists and weakly stamped against the grass, lacking leverage due to Kapri pinning them. Her legs were useless, only managing to stir up some dust. She froze momentarily when Kapri wiggled his erection out of her, goopy cum drooling out her gaping vagina and leaving her feeling suddenly empty. 

“Please don’t eat me!” she begged, cutting right to the chase. “Please don’t! I-I’ll do anything!”

“Sorry,” Kapri replied, “but I did warn you.” He licked his lips and flicked his tail eagerly as his stomach burbled out in need once more. He swayed side to side, large belly pressing the whining Grovyle deeper into the dirt, leaving her no recourse for escape. The continued licks and slurps left the Grass-type well-watered after a time, viscous fluid oozing off her body just about everywhere.

“Help! S-somebody help me! He’s gonna eat me!” Grovyle cried. Desperately she looked around, trying her best to ignore the slow, sensuous tasting Kapri was doing. She saw a pair of Flying-type Pokémon in the distance, but they were too far away for them to hear. Outside of those signs of life, the river where the two Pokémon mated was deserted. “H-help...” her voice petered out, losing all hope. The jaws came down again for a second savoring. A squeal echoed from within Kapri’s jaws as he licked and tasted, squeezing and squishing the Grovyle every which way, before he finally lifted his head, and most of his weight, off her, head plopped to the ground once more. Gasping for breath and chest thumping in terror, Grovyle turned a shaky head upward to plead to Kapri face to face. She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out: Kapri’s jaws yawned wide open, wide enough for multiple Pokémon her own size to squish into. Thick glistening globs of slobber dribbled down onto her snout as the tongue laid flat against the bottom of the mouth, tip dangling. The mighty jaws slowly descended right for Grovyle’s head. “NO! STOP! DON’T EAT MEEEE!” She tried flinching away but couldn’t escape, head and shoulders devoured into the looming, descending mouth. Grovyle was forced to stare with wide, quivering eyes, upside-down, as Kapri’s maw enveloped her completely.

Kapri murmured delightedly with the squirming Grovyle head slipping down his exploring tongue towards his greedy gullet. His eyes closed a half-second when he swallowed it with a thick GLRP. Grovyle’s muffled whines barely penetrated the thick scaly neck, which bulged out as her head was swallowed completely. Hot rivulets of drool rained down over her shoulders and down her long leafy appendage, sprinkling her back in the process. Widening his jaws a bit, Kapri tightly gripped around Grovyle’s upper arms and sides to shovel her deeper. “P-please stop this! Please!” Grovyle begged, trapped in the hot confining darkness of the pulsing Feraligatr throat and slurching deeper with every powerful ULK that roared around her. She winced and cried out when Kapri dug his claws into her softer torso to secure a better grip, all while having to endure the gross Feraligatr tongue slurping at every available inch of her leafy form. The Grass-type began to kick her legs once enough of her body was squeezed out from under Kapri, though the tantrum did nothing to stop her from being eaten alive. Kapri groaned heavily and gulped hard, squeezing shoulders and chest down his throat with a noisy GLRK.

Grovyle started taking short, gasping breaths, which was all she could manage given her compressed middle. Her back was getting tasted and sampled thoroughly, now resting on the tongue within the jaws and leaving her hips and below dangling from Feraligatr jaws. Kapri murred and slathered his tongue further down Grovyle’s struggling body, the last of her longest leaf slipping beyond his teeth and adding a healthy zest to her taste. All the while Grovyle continued kicking her claws mostly into the ground, though she was finding herself having to reach the more she was swallowed down. Eventually her kicking claws met nothing but air and occasionally Feraligatr scales, amusing Kapri greatly. The stoic Feraligatr calmly reached down to grab Grovyle’s hips. The Grass-type froze an instant before kicking harder than ever, claws clasping and unclasping weakly as whimpering moans barely bubbled out from deep within the Water-type. Grovyle furiously yelled out not to be eaten, using what little reserves of air she was keeping for said protest and ending up a panting mess. She could hear the threatening stomach grumbling deeper down Kapri’s gullet, her body bulging visibly out his chest and neck. She let out a cry devoid of air, silent to all, as another GLK swallowed her a little more. 

Kapri, with his grip on the Grass-type, began corkscrewing her to get easier access to the tastiest parts of the Grovyle. She groaned in agony as her body twisted about the pulsating throat like a rotisserie, body contorting into uncomfortable positions, further confirming her status as food. Grovyle cried out without air again when her stomach sprawled over the actively-tasting tongue, which now had whole new avenues to explore. Grovyle’s ass hung loosely out from hungry Feraligatr jaws, legs dangled and kicking uselessly, leafy tail flicking of its own accord. Kapri’s eyes narrowed down past his snout to the juicy derriere poking free, and smiled. Several strong swallows followed, forcing the Grovyle butt to slither past jagged teeth and saliva-tainted lips. “No… no!” Grovyle cried as the last of her body slid neatly into the jaws, her stomach swallowed with a series of ULK GLK GLURPs. She briefly imagined her curving bulges down his throat as she was reduced to a Feraligatr meal, but those thoughts were driven from her mind when the Feraligatr tongue slapped up between her legs!

The protruding clawed feet of the Grovyle froze in place as Kapri explored Grovyle’s nethers once more. He dove between her leaking pussy lips and lathered up her entire dripping ass to revel in her flavors. Conflicting emotions careened around Grovyle’s skull, the terror of being eaten alive combating her non-resistant libido. Already Kapri could taste the Grass-type’s wetness, slithering his tongue all about her pussy lips and spreading it all over her rear. Grovyle barely noticed that one limp claw was slurped in, followed by the other, knees tucked under her form and poking into the gullet while her cunt was teased and tormented by Kapri’s expert tongue. She began to pant in the gullet despite herself, eyes crossing in the darkness, feeling her loins tense up in the process. She wriggled her rear end in vain, one last fitful sign of protest before her whole body seized up, the only noises she heard were her thumping chest and groaning belly ahead. Kapri’s neck twitched showing signs of Grovyle’s arousal and he could almost taste the heat from her nethers. With a devious grin Kapri plunged his tongue into the defenseless snatch, slurping his way out and cupping his tongue against the lips expectantly.

A shriek roared from his innards when Grovyle’s orgasm rocked her, splurting out fresh sticky femcum all over Kapri’s waiting tongue. He murred and slathered the spewing fluids all over Grovyle’s ass until her entire butt was sticky with her feminine fluid. Grovyle herself was a panting whimpering mess, the crushing throat and heated environment wiping away the afterglow in an instant. “N-no… Please don’t! Please!” Kapri’s tongue reapplied itself to Grovyle’s rear, shoving it to the back of his throat. “NOOOO–” GLLOURRRRK!!! A massive climactic swallow devoured Grovyle whole and alive with her protesting hips quivering the stretched scaly neck on its way down. He felt the lengthy leafy tail slithering neatly down his throat, chasing Grovyle as she was gulped and pressured towards his eagerly-awaiting stomach. Her snout pressed harshly against a tightly-held sphincter briefly before her muzzle pressured through, the squelching rings of the throat being replaced by threatening stomach gurgles. Her body squeezed tightly into the large Feraligatr belly, continually pouring in on itself and forcing her into an uncomfortable ball-shape. Her backside SLOSH’d heavily into the now-swollen Feraligatr gut, her lengthy leafy tail the last thing to sift through the sphincter and decorate the devoured Grovyle. “H-help… somebody! H-he ate me!”

“ORRRRRUUUUAAAP!” Kapri belched thickly, slapping his belly satisfyingly with wet thmp thump thmps. He let his jaws slacken as his tongue raced over lips and teeth. “Absolutely delicious,” he groaned.

“Hllp. Hlllllp!” a muffled Grovyle roared from within. The Feraligatr’s gut wasted no time, already starting to bubble and grrrrn outwardly. Kapri wiggled backwards up against the nearby tree and settled, letting his hinds and tail splay lazily by the water. His swollen stomach jostled, jiggled, gurgled and churned, and he happily rubbed his claws heavily against the scales. Kapri licked his lips again as another pleading cry emanated among the grrrrrrgle glort chrrg. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” Kapri stated matter-of-factly. He saw the outline of a fearful Grovyle muzzle appear in his belly. He pressed a claw against it and shoved it back in with a splsh, a now-bubbly whine heard in response. He sighed in contentment, gripping the sides of his protruding stomach and sloshing it back and forth. “What a scrumptious treat you turned out to be.” Kapri yawned wildly and kept at the massages, slowly slinking down the tree as weariness began to overcome him. The protests within seemed to intensify, though the chrrrrns of digestion were winning out.

Deep in the stomach, acids were rising. Leaves were wilting, one or two being plucked from the Grovyle’s body. The walls compressed from all angles, both of their own accord and thanks to the constant massages from outside, giving Grovyle no chance to recover from the splashing fluids. “P-please l-let me… out...” Grovyle whimpered. She sank deeper into the ever-rising pool of stomach acids, splashing around the stomach in her tightly-confined position. Kapri could only hear the gurgles of his belly, along with the wet thumping pats he gave. One particularly powerful churn resulted in a second, louder belch, spewing saliva and several wilted leaves from his maw.

“Ahh… Perfect way to spend a day,” Kapri mused. A muffled “hmmffff!!!” was barely heard, but the throes of digestion were more than enough to lull the Feraligatr to sleep. He kept his claws clasped together and settled atop his noisy belly, it vibrating from the weakening protests and gurgles. Inside, Grovyle was low on air from that last belch, and her last efforts to keep conscious failed her. She slipped under the churning stomach fluids and made no more sound, rumbling groans and glurps taking over completely from that point forward. Kapri mumbled in his sleep, subconsciously licking his lips as he dreamed of the wonderful rutting and devouring he was just gifted.

Some hours later, when the sun was threatening to set completely, Kapri woke up. He looked down at his sprawled body and smiled softly: His stomach was mostly quiet, still puffed out from his recent meal but not to as much a degree as before. His body on the whole was a bit thicker and he still felt quite full and sated from Grovyle. He yawned and stretched, rocking himself to his feet, which made his belly sag and sway. Giving it a pat, Kapri walked to the water’s edge to take a drink. He dipped down to do so when a grumble bubbled up from his belly. The Feraligatr blinked, then expanded his jaws and ripped out a post-digestion belch. URRRRRRRAAAP! A splash followed up as, in addition to slimy saliva and bits of leaves flowing out, a tattered, cracked Grovyle skull tumbled from his jaws into the water. It sank as Kapri chuckled and lapped up several thick gulps, sating his thirst. The Feraligatr stood up to normal height and stretched again, his tail flicking mildly behind him in complete contentment.

“Suppose I should head home before it gets too dark,” he mumbled, scratching his paunch of a belly. He started walking along the river, knowing it was a short trip. “I wonder if I should get so lucky tomorrow, to have another hot Pokémon be so willing and eager to mate with.” Just the thought of the day’s activities and the presenting Grovyle started to make Kapri hard again, making the Feraligatr smile. He continued his trek and patted the top of his stomach, ignoring the urge to sate his renewed lust.

Until he made it home.