The flourishing forest was bright and perky one sunny afternoon, and a hungry Fennekin wished his mood matched the weather.

Allandi’s stomach grumbled grumpily behind yellow fur and his large ears occasionally flicked in annoyance. He sniffed at the air and stopped to gaze around the dense foliage every so often in search for food, and was disappointed at every turn, coming up empty. Allandi’s annoyance grew when the orange ribbon tied about his left foreleg got caught on a bush. “Oh, come on!” he growled as he ripped it free. The ribbon was intact though it did nothing to help the Fennekin’s sour mood, as gnawing hunger was wont to do for any Pokémon! “Can’t believe it. Picked clean! Why couldn’t whoever gorged themselves have found another berry patch instead?” Allandi continued muttering as he explored deeper into the forest, in search for an unclaimed berry patch to eat from.

The thick Fennekin tail flicked about about as much as the ears as the last dredges of morning faded into the afternoon. The cooling shade of the many trees was a comfort, but it was now lunchtime and Allandi was still without any delicious berries! He continued onward, starting to grow a little desperate, the churns of a nearby river and occasional rustlings of other wild Pokémon put out of his mind. Every now and then he’d stop not only to sniff the air, but to address the fur standing up on his back: He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched, but every glance and sniff betrayed no onlookers of any kind. “I’m losing it,” Allandi admitted to himself after a third stoppage, belly grumbling louder than ever. The flowing water he heard started to get to him too, until he decided it was time for a break. “Gotta rest my paws,” he rationalized, and they were indeed weary from the day’s berry hunt.

Allandi lowered his head and pressed out into a clearing, much of the foliage folding away to reveal a river slicing its way calmly through the forest. Tall grass dotted deeper stretches of the water, but that was of no concern to the Fennekin. He simply approached the water’s edge and bowed down to take a long drink, only now realizing just how thirsty he was. He’d almost drunk his fill when a roaring splash from the tall grass reached his ears! Allandi picked his head up only to have his muzzle meet a cream-colored stomach, which barreled over the Fennekin and sent him tumbling ears-over-tail. Allandi sputtered out a bit of water he’d intended on drinking as a heavy weight crushed over top him, driving his back into the dirt and forcing his four legs to sprawl flatly as well. He shook his head and focused his eyes, only to see a heavy-set Buizel looking down hungrily at him. The Buizel, Lutro, grinned. “Hey!” the annoyed Fennekin barked.

“Hey,” the smug Buizel responded, mockingly petting Allandi between the ears. “Thanks for saving me a lunch trip! Had to go pretty far this morning for breakfast.” Allandi noticed stains along the fat Buizel’s chin and lips. The unmistakable scent of–

“Berries!” Allandi realized, struggling under the tubby Buizel’s fat stomach. “It was you! You ate them!”

“And they were hardly filling,” Lutro admitted, though he was licking his lips at the stains on himself. “Tasty though. Thinking you’ll be much more satisfying...” A knowing smile creased Lutro’s muzzle.

“Wh… Wh-what?” Allandi gasped, his previously pent-up irritation and hunger vanishing in an instant. Only then did the Fennekin realize that Lutro was still licking his lips despite the lack of berry juice remaining. The Buizel wriggled his hips and sank his plump body more over the Fire-type. Allandi growled and began to push against the sagging stomach. Lutro just smiled and, before Allandi realized what was happening, blasted him with a jet of ice cold water. Allandi turned away from the strong blast, cheek pounded with the water pressure, fur soaked to the bone. When it ended, Lutro’s maw dribbled with water and drool, and the Fennekin could barely stay conscious.

“All-too-easy playing against type,” Lutro laughed. Allandi’s eyes crept open wearily, the blurred vision making out a blurry Buizel mouth hanging over him, fat tongue dangling out. The weakened Pokémon tried to protest, but he found his paws, formerly indenting into the flabby Buizel stomach, now laying limp. He squinted an eye shut as the Buizel tongue slid over his yellow fur. Cool water was replaced with hot, sticky drool, matting fur down and making the Fennekin shiver and squirm. The noise of the slobbering licks grew in intensity when Lutro nibbled and slurped over and across Allandi’s massive ears. SLORP SCHLURP SLRRRRP! “Tend to be spicy too! Mmm mm mm!” Lutro’s stomach, completely enveloping Allandi’s body, grumbled loudly. Its vibrations was meant with more quivering fear emanating from the Fennekin, his lower tail flicking and twitching.

“N-no, please…” Allandi begged, but, pinned and weakened, he couldn’t do a thing to stop Lutro from sampling him. The Buizel’s tails were up in the air and swishing back and forth in tandem, and his belly was a non-stop grumble factory after thoroughly soaking his tongue in spicy Fennekin flavor. “D-don’t eat me, Buizel! I w-was just looking for some food since you… I-I mean since I didn’t have any, a-and… and…!” Allandi yelped when Lutro planted his tongue across Allandi’s chest, slowly dragging it up under his chin and swiping it across his snout. The loud clapping and smacking of jaws further added to the saliva gathering in Allandi’s fur, and he could see deep into that Buizel mouth each time his lips moved. “Please…!”

“Ah… I don’t think so,” Lutro said. He maneuvered his forelegs down past the Fennekin’s ears and planted them firmly at the back of Allandi’s skull. “I can get show you where all the berries went. You can help yourself to them when you get there!” Lutro giggled then hugged tight to Allandi, the Fennekin squealing when the Buizel’s looming jaws craned open. “Ahhh...” Allandi’s eyes quivered, staring deep into the pink fleshy jaws lined with some teeth, a blobby tongue, and a dark throat beyond. Thin lines of drool maintained connection from the roof of the mouth to the tongue, only to be broken when Allandi’s head was yanked upward.

“NO! DON’T EAT ME!” Allandi hollered straight into the jaws. He cried out when his muzzle was pressed into the tongue and kept going, right until it budged against the twitching Buizel gullet. Lutro’s belly sang out a gurgling grrrrrwwwwn, throat twitching open as the Water-type’s eyes fluttered closed. Allandi’s eyes were as wide as his ears when nothing stopped his whimpering muzzle into the blackness of the gullet. HGLURK! ULP! The muzzle was rapidly followed up with the rest of Allandi’s face, ears forced back against his head, which Buizel paws quickly pressed against. GLK! URLK! “Hllllp!!!” Lutro closed his jaws down around the Fennekin’s neck, with the bulk of Allandi’s fuzzy ears protruding past his lips. Allandi tried to fight back but every part of his body was either pinned, limp, or swallowed! Lutro murred and his belly groaned.

The tips of Allandi’s ears managed to twitch as they were slowly SCHLRRRRRRP’d inward. Lutro happily ran his tongue over to one ear then the other, torturing Allandi with continued slurping sounds and squelching noises. It wasn’t until they joined the rest of his head down the gullet, and lewd NNNNGLK squeezing them in. Now the pulsations of the throat and purrs of the Buizel rang in his ears, Lutro’s neck fully-distended as he worked to swallow Allandi down. Allandi gasped and had to fight hard to stay conscious when he felt the world flip on him, Lutro rolling sloppily onto his own back and letting the sprawled, limp Fennekin body keep him warm as he ate it. Greedy Buizel paws gathered all four Fennekin paws in on each other, Lutro briefly toying with the little ribbon tied around one leg before dismissing it. He worked his tongue between Allandi’s legs and stretched the wide thing to its limit, soaking in the furry taste and reveling in it. Allandi himself whined and writhed as another GLUP swallowed him deeper. It didn’t take long for Allandi’s gasping muzzle to compress against the entrance to Lutro’s stomach. His big ears picked up the groaning desperation beyond, yearning for the meal to enter, to properly melt it down. Lutro heard his prey whine out loudly between a heavy gulp and a sloppy splash. The Fennekin’s head squelched tightly into the stomach and immediately was immersed in inert stomach fluids and mostly-digested berries. What little remained of them was gooey remnants, nothing recognizable. Allandi let out a squeal realizing where he was, but it only earned him a pet on his rump, which was subsequently pushed down against his crying muzzle and Lutro’s stomach in the process.

GLUP! ULK ULP GLT! The ravenous Buizel’s jaws worked open and closed, tongue letting Fennekin flavors drag themselves along it. Allandi’s chest and forelegs were outlined bulges in Lutro’s neck and chest, the flotation sac not doing a thing to prevent the Fennekin’s demise and stretching to accommodate. Lutro swallowed again, and Allandi cried out in terror as his last real line of defense – his hindpaws – were now loosely planted on a Buizel tongue within the jaws. The crook of his legs pointed outward, under the protruding fur on his hips and below the big fluffy tail, the gradient tip of which flailed every which way. Lutro idly watched it go as he glided the tip of his tongue up against Allandi’s furry butt. Jaws scrunched and Allandi whined, feeling his backside and thighs compressed and chewed against repeatedly. Saliva squirted outward with every soft chew, Lutro’s purrs a consistent vibration from within. Those noises couldn’t compete with the threatening glrrrrns roaring all around Allandi, who could hardly move against the slimy secreting stomach walls. Lutro used one paw to press into his own chubby belly, pushing roughly against his meal and chuckling around Allandi’s nearly-swallowed tummy.

What seemed like forever was only 10 minutes, with Lutro only having just slurped in the bulk of the Fennekin’s rump. The tufts of fur pressed against either side of the still-flailing tail, Allandi having not yet allowing himself to succumb to a messy fate. He squirmed and whined breathlessly though, and even his fighting spirit couldn’t last forever. Lutro took one last slow lap across the Fennekin rear, before it suddenly pressed harshly against he fur. Allandi let out a shocked cry before a squelching SCHGLUUUNK swallowed his rump down, Buizel neck bulging around it. Lutro then spent the next few minutes chomping playfully at the squirming fluffy Fennekin tail, taking it in centimeters at a time and causing a shock of pain up Allandi’s spine with each bite.

Allandi emitted an audible, muffled scream when the vibrant yellow-orange tail tip was slurped in. Lutro’s cheeks puffed out comically with the entirety of the fluffy thing compacted into his jaws. The stomach acids were growing noisier, and Lutro was busy swishing the last remnants of Allandi about in his jaws! Allandi vainly wriggled the tips of his hind paws still in the mouth, which were completely enveloped in furry tail. It was his last hope… but Lutro denied him even that. The Fennekin tail became soggy and damp in seconds in the moist mouth, tongue slapping it about and worming through the tasty fur. The corners of Lutro’s sealed bulging mouth leaked in drool, and his stomach swelled with squirming Fennekin. Allandi began to pant harder in the goopy stomach when the tongue worked to press all of the tail that it could up against the back of the throat. Then, without warning, Lutro clenched his eyes shut and swallowed Allandi whole and alive. GLURRNK!! The biggest bulge – Allandi’s hips, vanished into the expanding stomach, with the large tail following up with a much smaller one. Allandi coughed and hacked as his tightly-compacted body became tangled in a mess of soaking-wet tail, large ears, and four legs, with a snout pressed to his own chest. “H-help...”

Lutro’s jaws yawned wide open. “Mmmmm! So much more satisfying than a buncha berries!” he crowed, picking at his jaws and plucking out some yellow fur. He clapped his lips together and swept his tongue across them, settling his paws across the Fennekin-sized bulges in his wide, sloshing stomach. He slowly swayed to the left, then used the momentum to rock to the right to roll onto all fours. Fennekin gasped in horror as bubbling stomach acids piled all over him, the amount ever-increasing as the stomach GLORP’d loudly. Lutro let a belch escape, stomach swaying and tickling the ground with its sagging nature. Lutro wiped his mouth and swayed his thick twin tails about, rump cheeks jostling as he took a little walk. While Lutro would normally take a nap after such an exquisite meal, the Buizel had only recently rested, and the combined berry/Fennekin meal left him oddly-full of energy. As such, the begging Fennekin within his churning stomach had to endure Lutro’s gait.

Allandi could hardly bear it. The stomach acids were rubbed into his fur from the swaying Buizel gut and squelching stomach walls. Lutro wasn’t helping, the Buizel “accidentally” tripping and flopping flat on his stomach to squash the digesting Fennekin. The Fire-type’s head would outline between Lutro’s hinds at that point, before rescinding back into the stomach proper. Allandi’s cries were music to Lutro’s ears, always enjoying the squirms and pleads from his meals. “You were so tasty,” Lutro commented as he casually strolled, swaying his hips. Each time he would pause in his walk, Allandi cringed, knowing that – URRRRRRRP! – Lutro would belch, robbing him of more air and some splotches of fur, which splattered about the ground. “Mmm… and you were almost as easy to hunt as a berry. Just ripe for the picking and providing no resistance whatsoever! You had no idea I was even watching you.” Lutro’s laughter cut deep, the devoured Fennekin shaking his head to try and stay conscious. Though he felt as if he couldn’t quite hold his thoughts together as well as an hour ago, when he’d first entered the stomach.

Another hour passed and the world rocked around Allandi again. Lutro had just dove into the water, letting his enormous stomach splay and float about under the water. The sudden splash and more ripped another belch from Lutro’s jaws, his flotation sac fully-inflated and keeping his head above water. Lutro allowed himself to go limp, body hanging down and belly sagging further. Despite the water, Allandi still heard Lutro’s taunts clearly. Felt tails and paws press and slosh the noisy stomach about. “Just gotta hold myself t-together!” Allandi tried encouraging himself. Lutro felt the firmness of his prey within, and gave it a hard shove. Another belch roared when the firmness gave way, and a loud SLORSH uttered out from under the water. Fennekin cried out as his shoulder wasn’t quite so solid anymore. His whole side, in fact, felt particularly droopy… along with the thick tail that was seemingly melting all about him. “N-no!” he squealed, eyes starting to flutter closed. Lutro’s shove had dissolved what consistency Allandi’s shoulder had, it a melting pool of yellow goop swimming along the acids. “No...”

Lutro started a casual swim, letting his spinning tails do all the work, keeping his head above water. Underneath the churning stomach swayed to the currents of the water, as the melting Fennekin digested noisily. Despite his efforts, Allandi could no longer string two thoughts together. He thought he felt his ribbon, which was supposed to be tied to a leg, rest on his viscous muzzle. It remained there even as the Fennekin’s eyes closed and Allandi passed out. Most of his tail was nothing but a swirling mass of yellow and orange ooze, and his body followed over the course of the next few hours. Lutro, who was used to very long, lazy drifting swims, paid no heed to what his belly was doing to his lunch. Allandi, however, had a front-row seat, his ears, head, body all bubbling down soupy remains along with some indigestible solids.

By the time Lutro had slowly crawled his way back to shore, the sagging Buizel stomach was scraping along the ground, full of goopy Fennekin nutrients and clattering about somewhat among the audible GLORRRTs. His tails were dragging and his legs wobbled. It was a long day for the Buizel! Between the walk the swim, and of course the generously-offered berries and Fire-type, Lutro was exhausted. That didn’t stop him from admiring the pretty evening, sunlight glittering across the water. It was a shame that he spoiled the nice view, when he sat on his even chubbier butt and let his stomach slap to the ground. A slimy SLRRRG growled from within, Lutro forcing his jaws open and expelling out a loud, silence-shattering OOOOOOORRRP. Several half-digested Fennekin bones, including a shapely skull, ejected out into the water in splashes and slops, sinking to the depths.

Lutro fell to his side lazily and let out a second URP, a sopping-wet orange ribbon splatting onto shore. “Ahh...” he murmured, scritching his belly and squishing the newly-acquired pudge this way and that, rubbing deep. He allowed himself to rest there for a little while. He admired his view in the reflection, stomach sagging over the edge and dipping into the water. He flicked his tails idly, noting every time he did, his rear end would jiggle some: The cheeks were definitely more pronounced than before. It’d been a while since he had such a filling Pokémon meal. “And a Fennekin, no less. Scrumptious little foxy.” Lutro licked his lips and sighed happily. The sun was threatening to set on him when he rocked back onto all fours, the Buizel stretching and yawning. “Suppose I should go find a quick dinner before bed,” he admitted, as his enlarged belly grumbled once more in hunger, Allandi all-but-forgotten. “Wonder if I can find another berry patch...”