Frost was beat, but he was one happy little Fennekin! The Ice-type had just spent the bulk of his day having an excellent time on the beach. The sun had been shining and the weather wasn’t too hot (not that that was an issue for Frost). The water was refreshing and the beach toasty. Frost might’ve been able to entertain himself through the day solo, but things took a turn for the better when a big friendly Buizel arrived! Frost had thought he’d felt someone watching him for a while, but was relieved when it was none other than Lutro, a friendly Pokémon who just wanted to relax and play with the silly blue Fennekin! The pair of Pokémon had hit it off immediately, Lutro complimenting Frost’s sky-blue fur coat and lengthy scarf of darker hue, and Frost in awe at the possibly-tall tales of guild work the Buizel explorer rattled off. The two swam about in the water, Frost sometimes creating icy isles to walk along the surface for fun; played on the beach, with Lutro favoring laying sprawled out while Frost attempted to bury the big bellied Buizel in sand; and simply relaxed, both on their backs, staring to the sky, sharing idle thoughts and dreams together.

Frost had been having such a great time that he never did notice the way he was still being watched, whenever his back was turned from Lutro. The Buizel made sure the Fennekin had never left his sight, in fact inviting Frost home with him, to continue their play and to enjoy a nice relaxing evening meal together. Frost had accepted without hesitation, and the pair were on the way to Lutro’s home, tottering in tandem along a well-worn dirt trail with the sea breeze blowing from behind. Lutro seemed perfectly calm and content, while Frost – worn out from all the fun but still energetic – hung on every word the Buizel spoke. “I’m on a bit of a vacation right now,” he explained, smiling over to Frost. “Life can’t be full of dangerous missions, even when you’re an explorer.”

Frost giggled. “Yeah! Gotta relax sometime!” The two continued their idle chatter until they reached a small lake, twinkling sunlight bouncing off its surface. It was perfectly still, in contrast to the active sea, which was a way’s behind them now. Lutro waddled his way over to a rather large den entrance, the circular portal just big enough for the fat Buizel and plenty-wide for the smaller Fennekin. Frost followed Lutro inward and brushed past him when he saw the stash the Buizel had in store. “Wooooow! I don’t think I’ve seen so many berries in one place before!” Lutro chuckled and lay down behind Frost, most of the sunlight blotted out by the Buizel. Frost turned, tail swaying excitedly. “Is that dinner tonight?”

“Part of it!” Lutro said truthfully with a small lick of his lips, his own tails twitching behind him. “Say, mind passing me one? I’m worn out from all this excitement we’ve had today.” Frost obliged, picking a random berry out of the pile and nosing it across the den floor to the Buizel. Lutro smacked his lips as Frost cupped the berry in two paws and offered it to him. Instead of taking it in paw himself, Lutro leaned forward, jaws agape, and gobbled the whole juicy thing up! Frost squeaked when his paws vanished into the mouth, juice from the berry squirting over his face and forelegs, paws soaked in Lutro’s drool as they were temporarily mushed in the mouth with the berry. Lutro purred at the flavors, drool leaking with juice down his mouth, before he eventually pulled back and released Frost’s dripping paws.

The sounds of Lutro devouring the berry filled the den as the surprised Fennekin tried to dry his paws of the juice and drool. His ears flicked when Lutro gluck’d down the berry in a single gulp. “Ah, a lovely appetizer…” He gave Frost a sidelong glance and licked over his juice-stained lips. “You have quite the flavor too, you know, Frost? Very minty.”

“I uh… I do?” Frost, distracted from trying to clean his fur, said offhandedly.

“Mmhmm,” Lutro said. “The mix of sweetness from the berry and your minty freshness was positively delightful… You’re gonna make a scrumptious little snack.”

“Yep, uh-huh, snack, right…” Frost murmured, fur sticking in places where the drool had begun to dry. Then it clicked, and he froze in place with eyes bulging. “W-wait–” Frost yelped when a greedy Buizel paw grabbed him by the scarf and yanked him forward. While it was true the Fennekin was smaller than the Buizel, Frost would certainly be more than just a ‘little’ snack! Frost gasped when he found his face pressed right up to Lutro, who didn’t even hesitate to languidly slurp his tongue right over the blue fur. Frost sputtered out a squeaky yelp as the hot drool matted down fur and came to the realization that berries weren’t the only thing on the menu.

“Stop!” Frost whined, groaning in disgust as another slobbery lick – giving him a perfect view of the dark pink Buizel gullet – flooded his senses. Lutro smacked his lips thoughtfully, keeping ahold of the Fennekin’s scarf, and swayed his tails in delightedly.

“Mmm… Knew the moment I spied you on the beach you’d make a tasty treat, but this icy mint flavor is just the best.” Frost shivered, hearing and seeing how tasty he was ending up to the fat Buizel. Lutro freely scooted forward, sliding on his plump, soft middle, and pushed the frightened Fennekin down. With his back to the dirt, Lutro slid right over him, up to his chest. Frost whimpered aloud when he heard, and felt, the eager grrrrwwwwlll of the fat belly folding down and around his body. Lutro casually reached for a couple fresh berries from his stash, and rolled them over to Frost’s head, one against each ear. “Just a little more sweetness…”

Frost’s whimpers became a hiccuping sob of desperation. “P-p-please…” Frost’s ears flickered as the berries started to squeeze and squish against them. He heard every splurt of juice as it was rubbed down into his fur, berries glided down his sides and staining the blue coat with the sticky juices. “S-someone! Help me!”

“No-one around,” Lutro smirked, rubbing the rest of one berry over Frost’s chest, then lazily licking up to under the Fennekin’s quivering muzzle and licking his lips after. “Yes, perfect.” The Buizel’s stomach agreed, a grrrwwwllln reverberating throughout the den and against Frost.

“D-don’t eat me!” Frost begged. His eyes were wide and quivering, staring up at the big fat Buizel that just leered hungrily back. Lutro didn’t have to say a thing to give his answer, instead opting to lick over the trapped Fennekin once more. Frost gasped and clenched his eyes shut as the wide wet thing glided across his face, slrrrping noisily over one big ear at a time. The shudders coming from Frost only amused Lutro, whom Frost heard chuckling a moment later.

“What, are you eager?” Lutro asked rhetorically.

“N-n-no!” the frightened squeak came in reply. Frost chanced a peek, and immediately regretted it: Above him loomed a wide-open Buizel maw, pulsating gullet beyond, drool stringing down to meet him in thin, glistening lines. Frost’s heart pounded in his chest and he loudly squealed right into Lutro’s mouth as it descended over his face! Lutro fit the whole Fennekin muzzle in between his jaws and clamped them down noisily over the Ice-type’s head. The ears folded forward against Frost’s skull, the louder-than-life SCHLRK ringing against them as the lips sealed against fur. “Mmhhhrmrrmppph!!!” Frost wailed within, the tongue beneath slobbering and slurping over every available inch of frosty fur. Lutro murmured appreciatively, gumming around his prey and reveling in the squirming flavors he provided. The fearful Frost felt this was the end, only to see the light mere seconds later. Lutro’s jaws widened and the Fennekin slurped out, smacking the den floor with his head and oodles of slobber draining off his face. He laid there panting, eyes wide and quivering, thanking his lucky stars he was alive! He watched Lutro lick over his lips and purse them thoughtfully. “Did you like that, little Fennekin?” he grinned, taking one of Frost’s limp paws and licking it once.

“N… N-no!” a quivering response came after a few unstoppable whimpers, Frost yanking his paw away. “I-it was gross a-and I don’t wanna be your dinner!”

“Too bad,” Lutro quipped, those two words making Frost freeze in place. He didn’t budge even when Lutro sat up to gather a couple more berries over. Frost was already drenched in drying juice from before, amid all the drool coursing through his fur. Was the Buizel going to drown him in it? He flinched when Lutro reached for his head again, though all he felt this time was a slight tug against his neck. Fresh air breathed against his neck fur, and when he opened his eyes again Frost saw Lutro dangling the Fennekin’s lengthy blue scarf above him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen to you, my tasty Fennekin friend.”

Frost quirked a brow despite everything, watching Lutro encase two plump blue Oran berries up in the scarf. He realized too late what the Buizel was going to do. “Stop… S-stop, that’s mine!” The weakly-protesting Fennekin couldn’t shake the vision of those berries being him. He shivered all over and cried out in protest when Lutro yawned his maw wide open once more, angled not towards the Pokémon this time, though, but towards the scarf-clad berries! Lutro “ahhhh”’d for Frost’s benefit, a sliver of drool dripping down onto him. The Buizel closed his eyes and lunged his maw forward, demolishing the two berries with his mighty jaws. A flood of juices poured over the squealing Fennekin, Frost unable to shut out the noisy chews, slurps, and mashing of what he saw as himself being eaten alive, messily. He tearfully watched his scarf flop about in the jaws, before getting rudely slurped up like a pair of flailing noodles. Lutro’s cheeks were puffed out, lowering himself onto the Fennekin as he ate the berries and scarf in tandem.

Frost’s face was pressed up to the Buizel’s neck, just under the flotation sac, hearing every detail. Lutro could just make out the Fennekin’s minty flavor against the fabric, and, without hesitation, swallowed the chewed-up preamble in a very audible GLURP! Frost let another cry escape, hearing and feeling the neck bulge out against his ear, as his precious scarf and the berries flowed down to the still-growling Buizel belly. He was drawn from the horrifying preview only when he heard the smck slp of tongue against lips, Lutro addressing the scared Fennekin directly. “Not bad, though it pales in comparison to the real deal.” Frost at that moment snapped and tried with all his might to push the weighty Buizel off him, but the fat was too much to handle. He groaned and struggled against the too-soft chest of Lutro, and froze once more when he felt a paw grab him by the scruff. Frost grunted when yanked backwards along the den floor, coming face to face with the drooling Buizel once again. Lutro’s chest was stained with some berry juice, along with his muzzle. Frost, however, was positively drenched in both the sugary fluid and the viscous drool. The Fennekin could only stare, wide-eyed and whimpering, up at the Buizel who could only lick his lips at the sight and, after another slrrrrp of a sampling, taste of the Fennekin. “Mmmrr... Oh yes, just the right amount of sweetness added to your scrumptious natural taste.”

“S… S-stop it…” Frost was beside himself with fright, combining the thoughts of his head being in the Buizel maw, with hearing and feeling the thick swallow of his scarf slithering down Lutro’s throat.

He was going to be eaten alive by the fat Buizel, and there was no-one here to rescue him.

“No Lutro, please… Please!” Frost begged, hefted up off the ground by the scruff of his neck and dangling uselessly. Lutro lapped at the drool-and-juice-soaked fluffy chest of the Fennekin, taking a bit into the maw before slurping free. “I’ll do anything! Anything you want! Just…” Frost’s voice left him with the muzzle split open, slobber connecting top and bottom teeth before breaking, tongue lolling out. Breath tinged with juice stale air washed over Frost. He couldn’t tear his sight away from the wide mouth and gullet beyond, the Fennekin pushed over the edge. “PLEASE! DON’T EAT ME!”

Lutro ignored his prey, idly tossing Frost forward straight into the yawning jaws. The fresh squeals from the Fennekin died out instantly when his muzzle splatted onto the tongue with the snout pressed to the back of throat, the jaws slamming shut around his whole head much like before. This time, Frost felt the pricks of teeth against his naked neck, whole head engulfed in Lutro’s maw. The points of his ears protruded, with fresh drool seeping down his wiggling body that hung in the air. Lutro slurped and moaned in delight as he began to eat frost, letting the Fennekin dangle and flail about while Lutro suckled the berry juice free and enjoyed the mix of minty freshness to boot. Frost stirred up dust as his tail brushed against the edge of the ground, but his four legs hit nothing while dangling in the air. Lutro didn’t waste any time, and, much to the wide-eyed Fennekin’s horror, swallowed thickly. GLUP! The squealing Fennekin muzzle and face dove straight down the tight, squelching throat, bulging out Lutro’s neck. The intensity of his flailing increased as most of his fluffy chest was swallowed into the maw next, Lutro’s Fennekin meal well underway. “Hlllllp!”

The smell was awful. The smeared saliva was nothing to Frost compared to the squelching innards of the Buizel devouring him. And every lurching gulp forced Frost closer to the most rancid place of all: The stomach. Frost let out another whimpering howl when his head was tightly squeezed from the pitch-black throat, to the pitch-black belly, chin mushed into a puddle of inert fluids along the bottom. Frost shivered in pure putrid terror, feeling Lutro’s tongue lather up his fluffy chest and minty midsection in more slobber. The murrs of pleasure from Lutro reverberated throughout the slimy, squishy stomach lining, and Frost yelped when he was forced deeper into the foul-smelling chamber with an echoed GLK sounding out from behind. The Fennekin’s rear end propped up onto the tip of the eager Buizel tongue, the rest of the blue-furred belly tipped towards the ever-pulsating gullet. Frost’s little hind legs were splayed on either side of the quivering tongue that licked and tasted everywhere it could, leaving him with precious little left to do other than flag his big bushy Fennekin tail desperately. Lutro’s lips smacked and pursed around the Fennekin rump, ushering it into the drooling maw proper, minty sweetness combining to make the Buizel purr in pleasure. Frost yelped when his chest piled over top himself in the stomach, another terrifying ULP ringing in his large, saliva-and-juice stained ears. The gross fluids along the bottom of the belly washed over Frost’s muzzle, making him flinch in disgust.

There wasn’t much left of Lutro’s meal. The dangling Fennekin rear disappeared behind a smiling muzzle, teeth showing, a flickering tail all that remained of Frost. The bulging mass down his throat and squishing out his belly visibly struggled, as Lutro slowly slurped up the final remnants, savoring his meal. SCHLRRRRRRRRRRP! Lutro’s cheeks swelled from the mass of fur bulging out his mouth, the tongue matting it all down as it slathered and tasted all over. The edge of Frost’s butt tipped to the back of the throat, and the tongue eagerly pressed up against it. “Nmmhfff, mmmphhhh!” A muffled scared squeaky whine emerged from the belly. The tongue squashed up against Frost’s backside and Lutro tilted his head, swallowing his Fennekin meal whole and alive with a loud squelching, GLOURRK!

Fennekin bulges rapidly disintegrated from the Buizel’s neck before the wide stomach swelled rapidly, slapping to the ground in expansion. Frost urked and squealed as the rest of himself poured into the stomach and was immediately accosted by the tight, malleable stomach walls, rolled over on himself with not so much as a millimeter to move. He could vaguely feel his scarf rubbing against part of him, with bits of devoured berries working into his fur along the tingly acids playing about below. “Help… Somebody help meee!!!” Frost wailed to himself, trying to budge a limb, a tail, his body, anything, but the compressing, constricting walls of the stomach held him perfectly still, Lutro capping his meal off with a hearty OOOURRRP of a belch.

“Ahhh… A perfect way to end a day,” Lutro commented idly. He waddled forward to the center of his den, and lazily rolled onto his side, letting the stomach, and the Fennekin it contained, sprawl outward. He laid there with two legs in the air, two against the ground, licking his lips and admiring his full, squirming, growling stomach, falling into the coma-tastic throes of a filling meal. “So glad to have made friends with you, little Fennekin.”

“Hrrmpph. Hmmmmllphhlph!” came the reply from within, inaudible to all but the Fennekin himself. Those cries continued for a moment or two, before a much more sinister grrrwwwllllble… glrrrn blrt roared. Frost, already stuck stock-still from the tight, compact stomach walls, was temporarily stunned into silence. The stomach acids playing about below him were coming to life, the belly walls squirming all around him… Terror laced through the Fennekin, realizing digestion was already kicking in, and Lutro’s belly definitely had its work cut out for it! What sent Frost over the edge was a sudden depression against his head and body, Lutro dragging a paw across his bloated tummy and massaging around the plumpness of it all. Lutro sighed happily when he felt more than heard the ensuing, frightful squeal from within, coupled with the churning burbles of his belly coming to life.

“Wonder what you actually had planned for the future, little Fennekin,” Lutro teased idly, walking his paw along the top of his roiling gut. “Oh well. Don’t have to worry about that anymore, now do you, hm? All mine now.” The words echoed throughout Lutro’s innards straight into the matted-down ears of the quivering Frost. He had no words, focusing all his remaining energies on struggling for his life deep in the stomach that was actively working to digest him. Frost rocked back and forth, putting every ounce of energy he had into attempting escape, but the best he accomplished was making the wide tan-furred Buizel belly wobble just a bit more than usual. All-too-quickly Frost couldn’t fight anymore, left compressed tightly within the foul stomach and its contents. He was forced to listen to all the grumbling gurgles and churns all around him, with the ever-tightening stomach walls pounding in from every conceivable angle.

Conversely, Lutro had all the room in the world to relax and sprawl out. He gave a brief glance to the stash of berries he still had within easy reach, and dismissed the thought of dessert. Between the berries he’d already ingested and the still-whimpering Fennekin bulging out his already-large belly, the Buizel was actually sated. He idly swayed his tails, flicking them this way and that, before yawning wildly, and slowly rolling onto his back. Frost, unable to brace, just clenched his eyes shut and cringed as the fluids from below once more washed over his sides. The yearning stomach walls had no issue renewing their hold and pressing together tighter than ever, with the groans from them, and the gurgles from the stomach acid, swirling about Frost. Lutro was no longer thinking of his digesting meal at that point, unwittingly causing more strife as he brought a paw down to the top of his now-ceiling-facing belly. He scratched at it lazily, massaging Frost and the malleable fat in random directions as he sated the itch. The Buizel tails now relaxed flat against the earth, the bulging rear bound to grow once his meal of the day was properly processed. Lutro yawned again and allowed his eyes to flutter close, tongue gliding over his teeth and ridding them of a few blue hairs still stuck between them. “Scrumptious,” he murmured.

Frost was left conscious though about half of Lutro’s slumber. He was unable to move a hair, both from exhaustion and from the belly walls holding him in place, and was slowly losing consciousness all throughout. Every sudden glrp or chrrrgle brought him back from the brink, but just a little. He whimpered to himself, begging the Buizel to wake back up and spit him out, but it was obvious that Lutro was going to do no such thing. Lutro idly pawed at the sides of his belly some in his sleep, the cacophony of digestion muffled and distant to him, as his stomach kicked things up several notches. Frost passed out completely not long after, the wide Buizel belly quivering and noisily gurgling away its occupant, with the Buizel sleeping soundly through the entire affair.

Lutro was roused a few hours later, as usual. He was quite used to sleeping off sizable meals, though his stomach had grown rather efficient at the task. Being woken up near the middle of the night had its perks, and the Buizel had no issues whatsoever with it by now. He yawned and stretched all four limbs out, rolling to his side in the process. A somewhat-smaller, but much softer, stomach slop’d against the ground and pancaked outward, Lutro giving it a good scritch before rolling onto all fours. The belly scraped the ground even with Lutro standing now, his tails swaying as tasty memories came flooding back to him. He smacked his lips and continued swishing those tails, and gave a lazy reach for one of his berries. Lutro rolled back onto his enhanced, plumper rear and sat cozily as he devoured the midnight snack in a couple juicy bites, licking the digits of his paws of any free juice. He sighed, and his belly gave a little rumble at the prospect of fresh food, the belly having completely digested frost, down to the last bit of fur.

The Buizel spent a moment running his two forepaws over the protruding, sagging stomach, reminiscing about the minty Fennekin he dined on just hours before. “So good,” he murmured, almost wishing he had another to eat right then and there. But even fat Buizels had their limits, and the one berry would have to do for now. The Buizel belly grumbled again, and Lutro gave his chest a little pat. He turned his head to the side and loosed a quick, saliva-decorated belch. Tattered remnants of a juice-stained, acid-worn scarf splatted to the wall and stuck there a moment, before peeling off and fluttering to the ground. Lutro didn’t even give the expelled fabric a glance, making a note to give his den a little cleaning the next day.

With a much softer stomach in tow, Lutro about-faced and leaned forward rolling onto the soft layers of pudge. His belly squished out in all directions as he relaxed atop it, his legs still managing to lay upon the ground, but only just. Limp tails dangled down just behind his rump and leaned against the bulging stomach that pushed past his hinds. Lutro stared wistfully out beyond the portal of his den to the clear sky of the night beyond, admiring the stars he could see before drifting back to sleep. Frost the Fennekin was now nothing but a distant memory, and would be utterly forgotten about come morning, with not even the scarf enough for Lutro to remind him of the Ice-type he greedily claimed and devoured.