Cat and Mouse
By Lutro
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Lutro stepped out of his den and stretched. His home was nothing more than a little hole sprouting out from the ground near a small lake. The morning sunlight danced across the soft ripples and gently blanketed the lake, leaving the awakening buizel feeling optimistic. Lutro scratched at his sagging, grumbling belly, the stomach not caring for the beauty of the warm summer morning and exercising its circadian demand for food. Lutro waddled forward to slip into the water, feeling like he could take on the world. “You know what? Today I’m going to have a nice big juicy fish for breakfast!” He licked his lips at the prospect, immersing himself in the warm lake water, head held aloft by his flotation sac.

“Alright, food time.” the buizel declared. It was early enough that no other pokémon were milling about his corner of the lake: He had dibs on whatever fish happened to be nearby! In one fluid motion Lutro deflated the ring about his neck and dove deep down into the water. The sounds of the morning blurred away to nothing with a rush of water and bubbles accompanying him instead. Lutro swam in a quick circle before jetting forward, twin tails propelling him along.

Lutro felt anything but optimistic after resurfacing for the 10th time. “Where are all the fish?!” he complained, defeatedly swimming back to shore. The buizel searched high and low in the lake, not finding so much as a finneon. It’d been several weeks since his last fishing attempt and felt he was due. Lutro climbed out of the water, dripping wet, and was greeted by a loud groan from his gut. He pouted and rubbed his plush thing to attempt to quell it, with little success. “Dumb fish… so much for a big morning meal. I guess berries will have to do. Again.”

Food was at the forefront of the buizel’s mind as he waddled away from the lake into the forest. He knew of many plentiful berry bushes within and headed straight for the nearest one, not too far from his den. “At least there’ll be plenty of ripe sweet berries waiting for me.” Hunger pangs made the fruits sound all tastier, Lutro drooling as he walked into a clearing where the berry bush grew.

“Oh, come on!” The berry bush was barren, every last fruit plucked and harvested. Lutro growled alongside his belly, stomping in frustration. He circled the entire bush in a vain hope of having missed some well-hidden fruit, but it was fully harvested. Lutro heaved a sigh and plunged deeper into the forest. He didn’t like venturing too far away from home, away from the safety of his den and the water, but outside the occasional pidgey or swellow swooping about above the trees Lutro didn’t encounter other signs of life.

By the time he got to the third barren berry bush, Lutro’s belly was grumbling with every step he took. “Forget it!” Lutro huffed, turning tails and making for home. “This morning was starting out so great too. Not one delectable fish or berry in my belly. I barely got anything to eat yesterday either!” He was so mired in misery that the buizel didn’t catch a flash of purple among the greenery of the forest. Only when he heard a chittering did he spy it, not 50 feet away.

Lutro halted and stared. A rattata! And from what he could tell, one that had been lucky enough to find a something to chow down on. Even from this distance, he could tell the rodent pokémon was well-fed, sporting a plump set of hips, protruding belly, and even a plush rear. Lutro’s belly sang out in praise! He licked his lips and sunk low to the ground. He crawled, arms and legs angled to keep himself low, tails tucked to the ground, flotation sac as small as it could get. Just have to keep quiet, he coached himself, not used to hunting on dry land.

Once closer he could see, and hear, that the rattata was eating. Her back was turned towards the buizel, but he could see the rattata nibbling away at a large acorn, purple tail flicking this way and that. Just a little closer… 10 feet from his prey now. 5 feet! 3 feet.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrn!

Lutro winced. The rattata’s ears stood on end, the pokémon spinning around, remnants of the nut dropped to the ground. “Hey!” a squeaky feminine voice chirped. “What do you think you’re doing, fatty?” She took a few steps backward, not taking her eyes off the prowling buizel, who stood awkwardly a moment before retorting.

“What does it look like? I’m trying to catch some breakfast! ...Nothing personal,” he added, before sprinting forward and leaping through the air, paws outstretched to pin the pudgy rattata! She was hardly caught flat-footed, the rattata springing away from the rather slow attempt. Lutro smacked into the ground with a grunt, tails flicking for balance as he sprung again. And again the rattata evaded the buizel, dodging at an angle, making short hops to escape, her own tail hiked and swaying.

“Gonna have to do a lot better than that!” she informed with a laugh, the buizel left eating dirt and panting after his latest try. “Ain’t no way a porker like you’s gonna make a meal outta me.” Lutro looked up at the rattata with contempt, face bunched up in frustration as she sped forward, pinched a cheek of his, and retreated. “Name’s Perch, by the way. Does that make things personal now, hon?” Lutro wiped sweat from his brow and bared his teeth, pulling himself to all fours.

“I’ll show you personal,” he growled. Lutro’s leaned his head back, cheeks puffing out before a spout of water flew from his jaws, the streak of pressured liquid streaming towards Perch. She rolled her eyes and leapt clear over both the attack and the buizel. Lutro’s shock was apparent, watching the rattata soar on over, her plush belly almost taunting the buizel as it swayed above him. Perch laughed, bounced off the buizel’s back, and landed several feet behind him all before the buizel could wrap up his Water Gun. She stood in place while Lutro turned to face his quarry, tails flicking in annoyance. He took another shot at her, but Perch merely sidestepped the jet of water, looking over her shoulder at the buizel.

“Wow, fat, slow, and bad at aiming! It’s a wonder no-one’s snapped you up yet, chubby!” Perch taunted, shaking her large rattata rump at Lutro and smacking it. The sight of the quivering rear made the buizel’s belly groan.

“Well you’re nothing but breakfast! A fat thing like you’s bound to be caught sooner or later!” He scuffed the ground much like a tauros would, and charged after her again.

“That’s it, big boy. Give me a good chase!” Perch cackled and scuttled off. She was clearly having fun at the buizel’s expense, and his own growling belly frustrated him further.

The two dashed through the forest, weaving through bushes and sidestepping trees, though it was clear which one was more used to running on land. Lutro found himself tearing through bushes and stumbling over roots on more than one occasion, letting out an angered cry at each slip-up. Still, he managed to keep the plump rattata in sight, though not due to his own ability: Perch slowed each time the buizel stumbled, thoroughly enjoying taunting the angry buizel, teasing him with her form and leading him on. She knew every inch of the forest floor, and despite her relative girth was as nimble as any rodent pokémon had to be. She sprinted right for a large tree she knew of, some roots of which arced up out of the ground. Perch grinned and made for one of the larger roots. “That’s right fatty. Almost got me!” she laughed, slipping under the root with no trouble at all. The buizel roared as loud as his belly and dove for Perch under the large root. He slipped under the bark and motored his legs, but to his dismay he couldn’t move an inch further. The buizel’s middle was caught between root and dirt, plump midsection pinched and held in place by the tight confines.

Perch stopped and turned around a few feet away, paused, then burst out laughing. “Oh my goodness! I can’t believe you actually fell for that!” Lutro grabbed at the ground with his paws, finding no purchase and just scrabbling about in the dirt.

“Ergh! When I get out of here you’re buizel chow!” he shouted, now pushing up against the root and trying to fit himself through. He aimed another shot of water at Perch, who nimbly dodged it.

“Oh please. We both know you’re getting a whole lot of nothing to eat today, my pudgy friend.” The rattata further taunted the buizel with another shake of her rump, before casually bouncing over the stuck buizel and landing at the small of his back. She laughed, watching the stuck buizel’s hind legs push against the ground, thick tails flailing, plump butt jostling away. “Wow, I was wrong! You aren’t just fat. You’re like… super fat! I’ve known snorlax with less junk in the trunk!” Perch brought a paw down and slapped a quivering cheek of Lutro’s.

“You cheeky rodent!” he shouted, trying to turn his head to blast at her with water, but was unable.

“Cheeky?” she laughed, hopping off his back and sitting before the wide buizel rump. “I’d say you’re the cheeky one, fatso.” Perch reached up and proceed to smack Lutro’s butt like a set of bongos, avoiding the stubby hind legs as the buizel’s rear shook with each taunting blow. “Best dig yourself out before someone finds themselves an easy meal!”

Lutro glowered at Perch as she rounded the corner and laid down not three feet away from him, tail swaying behind her. She watched the buizel struggle and start to dig himself out from under the root like she was enjoying a play. “When I get out of here–”

“I’ll be too quick for you to catch, just like before.” A beat of silence was cut off by a loud, needing grrrrn from the buizel’s gut. “Ooh, and you sound so hungry too! You poor obese buizel you. You should go on a diet! As for me? I had a nice, scrumptious, filling breakfast.” She stood and walked back and forth in Lutro’s view like a model down a runway, shifting her hips and making her obviously-full belly sway. Lutro couldn’t help but stare, Perch giggling at another lengthy growl emanated from his gut. “Mmm yes, nothing like a delicious full meal to start the day off, right?” She turned to face Lutro and opened her jaws, letting her tongue hang out and a small burp escape, right across Lutro’s muzzle. “But you’ll just starve. Not like you couldn’t stand to lose some weight as it is...”

“That’s it!” Lutro scrambled his paws against the dirt as fast as he could. Perch smugly turned away from him and started a light jog, slipping into a bush and out of sight. Her laughter rang in the buizel’s ears, spurring him on and making the buizel dig faster. It took several more moments but he was finally able to pull himself through, the angered pokémon panting, sweating, seething, shaking.

“What, giving up already?” he heard her voice ahead, making him gallop forward clumsily. He didn’t care how tired he was. This was personal now. It didn’t take him long to find Perch settled on a tree branch, munching away on a small nut. “And here I thought you were actually hungry! I bet you seeing me stuffing my face is just torture!” Lutro snarled and leapt up from the ground towards the branch, but the springing buizel couldn’t get high off the ground. His paws reached up and swiped through the air like a persian after a chatot. Perch laughed as Lutro caught nothing but air. “Ooh, pretty close!” she commentated between bites of acorn as the buizel leapt again and again. “That look like it hurt!” she commentated, the buizel’s latest leap ending with him landing on his back. Cheeks flushing, he rolled to all fours and backed up, lowering his front and raising his back, thinking. “Oh yes, keep trying! I haven’t had this much fun in weeks!”

Lutro lowered to the ground further than sprung into the air again. This time, though, his paws remained hanging below, his body nowhere near the branch. “Pft, that’s even worse than before! No way you’re… gonna...” Perch stopped herself, seeing the buizel’s maw open up several feet away and a gush of water rush her way! She tried to duck but the attack caught her completely off guard. She caught the attack full in the face, the rodent pokémon blasted from her perch and sent sopping wet to the forest floor below. She landed with a dull thud, back of her head smacking the ground and leaving her in a daze. 

“Hah!” Lutro cried triumphantly, snaking his way towards Perch and promptly pinning her with a thick paw. She tried to pull away but the full weight of the buizel pressing down on her belly left her stuck tight.

“Ugh, let me go!” she snarled, fangs snapping forward to try and take a chunk out of Lutro’s arm. She clamped down hard and made the buizel cry out in pain, but he held firm. Lutro pressed down harder on the squishy rattata belly, squeezing the breath out of her to the point where she had to release him.

“Uh-uh-uh! No biting!” he patronized, free paw smacking Perch across the face. The pain subsiding, he smirked and raised said paw, holding up a single digit and wagging it back and forth condescendingly. He licked his lips, staring hungrily down at his fat catch. “That’s gonna be my job.”

“You fat son of a–” Perch started to mouth off before another torrent of water silenced her, face mashed to the dirt-turned mud and leaving her breathless. Lutro repeated the process several times, until she was too dazed to fight back.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” Lutro invited with a prideful smirk, waiting for a comeback he knew would never come. He pressed hard into Perch’s belly again, feeling her pudge squish up between his toes. She coughed and sputtered up some water, gurgling as she tried to speak. “Oh, that’s what you were trying to say! ‘Gurgle gurgle!’” he taunted, pressing against the belly again and making Perch wheeze. “You know, usually I’m too hungry to play with my food. But you deserve some special treatment. You cocky fat-ass.” Perch stared daggers up at her captor, but could do much more than wriggle her limbs in response. Lutro opened his maw, a glistening chamber of teeth, saliva, and muscle staring Perch down. She cringed as Lutro lowered his jaws, feeling a spike of pain as he clamped over her tail.

“I don’t care how hungry I am,” he mumbled around his burden, lifting his head. “You’re gonna taste so good going down but I’m going to make you even fatter than you already are first.” The buizel hefted Perch completely off the ground, leaving Perch to swing like a pendulum. She mumbled incoherently while Lutro carried his catch through the forest and headed for his den. It took all she had to not lose her breakfast, the buizel deliberately swinging her back and forth, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

The lengthy chase through the forest had put them not too far from the lake. With a grin, Lutro tossed Perch up and caught her by the scruff. She put a paw to her forehead to try and steady her vision just as the chubby buizel jumped right into the water. The buizel was in his element and didn’t mind the sudden temperature shift, while Perch shivered as she suddenly found herself neck-deep in the lake water. “Better hold your breath,” Lutro warned, before dipping his whole body underwater and sending his tails into a spin.

Lutro casually sped through the water while Perch flailed weakly. She stopped after a moment upon realizing that her captor wasn’t going up for air. Her cheeks puffed out, held still, and her eyes clenched shut against the momentum of water rushing across her face. Seconds ticked by. Perch’s heartbeat increased, thumping rapidly in her ears, as bubbles of air seeped from her mouth. The last of her breath escaped her in a lurching exhale, sending her into a frenzy to try and get to the surface. Lutro held her in place and seemed to not care about his food’s fate. Just as the rattata’s vision started to fade, Lutro broke the surface and soared up, landing right by his den and letting go his catch. She splatted onto the dirt and gulped down copious amounts of air, heaving and trying her best not to pass out. Her head throbbed.

While she recovered, Lutro dipped his head into the water and drank deeply. Perch peeked behind her, vision spinning, seeing Lutro’s large rear and swishing tails, hearing the gulp glp glps of water he was guzzling down. Lutro wiped his mouth after pulling up and turned to see the weakened rattata trying to crawl away. He giggled and waddled over, stepping over the pokémon. Perch flinched as two paws pounded into the sand on either side of her. “Where do you think you’re going, breakfast?” Lutro hissed by her ear. He smacked the side of her head and flipped her onto her back, leaving her stunned a moment. The buizel sat up and looked her over, licking his lips. His water-filled belly burbled and quivered before Perch, making her tremble as she thought about what he was about to do.

Lutro pet over his belly. “You’re not going anywhere but here. And you know what’ll happen after that?” The buizel smirked, not waiting for a reply as he suddenly flopped forward onto Perch. He rested his chin on her chest and opened his maw, a loud water-induced belch spewing out. “Ugh!” she moaned, stale air hinting of rotten berries and dead fish permeating her senses. Lutro shut his maw and gave her chin a lick.

“That will be the last of your air. Just like in the water, only there will be no resurfacing.” Lutro stood and walked around the woozy rattata, tails flicking in anticipation. “You won’t see anything. You won’t hear anything but this.” He paused with his sagging belly next to one of Perch’s ears as it let out a groan. “And you won’t feel anything nearly so cool and refreshing as water. You’ll be digested slowly and painfully, all for me.” Perch did her best to look tough in the face of her fate in the swaying buizel belly before her, but knew that unless someone came to rescue her, her fate was sealed. “All for this fat, chubby buizel. And you’ll be nothing more than this.” Lutro presented his rump to Perch once more, mimicking her from earlier and giving it a slap, sending his cheeks a-quiver. “All because you got uppity and didn’t run when you had the chance.”

“P-please...” Perch sputtered out, finding her voice, throwing dignity out the window in exchange for her life. Her whiskers twitched and she put her paws together, praying. “I was… just teasing! I’m sorry, I don’t… Don’t want to end up digested!”

“Well it’s too late for that!” Lutro crowed, belly rumbling in agreement. He sat up on his hinds, arm moving to rub his gut, but sinking lower. “But like I said earlier – even that fate is too quick for someone so cock-sure.” His paw slipped under his sagging belly as the buizel began to tease his own sac, the buizel leering over the splayed rattata as she stared back in horror. “I’m gonna stuff you full of my cream before I stuff you in me! It’s the least you can do for what you did in the forest. But who knows! Maybe if you feel nice enough, I’ll keep you around. But I’m very, very hungry.” Lutro let the possibility hang in the air as his paw went back to rubbing his belly. Perch’s eyes stared down below his grumbling belly at the emerged shaft of his, already twitching eagerly.

“I-I’ll do anything!” Perch whimpered. “You can do whatever you want! Just don’t eat me!” Her voice faltered as the fat buizel didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He fell to all fours lumbered over the rattata, Perch soon staring right up at his chest as he positioned himself. The rattata’s sensitive ears could hear the pulsing twitch from Lutro’s fully-realized member. The tip pushed down against her belly, throbbed into the air, and settled into the fur again. Perch’s tail flicked of its own accord and she clenched her eyes shut, hoping against hope that Lutro would let her go after this.

Lutro’s morning had taken quite a turn for the better from that point on. He lifted his backside up, twitching cock pointed down at the fat rodent pokémon, then humped downward. His tip pressed against the doughy flesh of her rear, poking and prodding, eagerly seeking its destination. Lutro wiggled his hips about until he tickled the edges of Perch’s folds. With a delighted grunt he pushed in, his penis dry and eager, Perch crying out as the buizel’s plump erection was shoved into her. At that moment Lutro let himself go, thrusting rhythmically into Perch again and again, hilting at his pleasure. His front half sunk to the ground and onto Perch, the rattata getting a face full of buizel fur and leaving her struggling for air as her snatch was abused. Lutro’s humps were slow but methodical at first, matching every hump to a pulsation of his eager cock. Perch’s hind legs twitched and kicked idly against the plump buizel belly draped over her, while her tail was pinned to the ground.

Lutro felt the dry vaginal walls of Perch clutching around his member again and again. His tongue hung out and his desire for food was temporarily driven from his mind. The desire to breed, to fill Perch up with his offering was all-encompassing for him right now. Perch, hardly able to breathe, could feel the buizel’s heartbeat with her face against his chest. The simultaneous throbbing of his cock sent shocks up her system, the shaft making her hinds spread to their extreme. Lutro’s wobbling rear jostled with every hump that made Perch twitch, each thrust pulling out most of the way, then jamming back in and a labored grunt from the buizel each time. He kept up this general rhythm for several minutes, drawing out the pleasured sensations as long as his heart desired.

Perch clenched her jaws tight and set, trying her best to endure her punishment without it breaking her. She just about calmed down when Lutro’s cock twitched hard, a hot spray of pre flooding her womb. Even that little taste made her gasp, her own folds starting to glisten with her own juices. Whatever composure she’d mustered was lost, Lutro picking up in speed. His thrusts, rather than picking up his hips and letting gravity drive, were instead quicker, horizontal humps, Perch being dragged back and forth across the sand. “Ah, ah, unf, oh… Perch, was it? Your fat ass was just what I was looking for,” Lutro grunted, his paws trying to grip to sand to give himself more leverage. The panting buizel humped faster still, his bouncing pudgy scrotum twitching as more pre streaked into Perch. The rattata could say nothing without getting a mouthful of fur, only managing a series of whimpering moans. Perch’s folds were soaked at this point, her inner walls gyrating and gripping to the buizel’s cock of their own accord.

The rattata’s eyes rolled open, staring up into Lutro’s chest fur with her maw agape. The throbbing buizel cock bulged her abdomen out greatly. Between that and the crushing weight from above she couldn’t take it. Lutro felt little paws pushing up against his chest in vain. “Uhnf… p-please...” he heard his catch squeak. Among the throes of rutting Lutro thought of something, and smiled down at the rodent. He bit his lip and humped into his prey hard, burying his whole shaft in the process. The tip of his penis pressed to the edge of Perch’s womb, completely crowding out her dripping love tunnel. “Uhn!” Perch exclaimed, falling limp as her vaginal walls squelched and clenched around Lutro’s throbbing dick, the soft sounds of her orgasm reaching his ears as a small flood of femcum burst out around his member. Lutro’s scrotum was splashed in the hot mess, and that was all Lutro needed to send him over the edge. The buizel moaned blissfully as his cock began to pulsate and throb streams of creamy cum deep into Perch. Sqrrrlt, splrrrrrt. He panted and wiggled his orgasming member free as it continued to spurt into the overflowing folds, gobs of semen squeezing out. 

The penis pulled out with a pop, Perch’s gaping lips oozing out a mix of his and her spunk. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when a hot streak of buizel seed burned across her belly and chest. She dizzily looked ahead to see the cumming cock spurting over her form. Lutro murred and humped across Perch’s body, guiding the throbbing tip into Perch’s mouth. “Wha—mmff!! Grrrble… gulk gulp glp.” Perch’s cries were cut off by the influx of cum. She gurgled around the cream, her cheeks bulging as the last strong splurts of Lutro’s seed filled her muzzle completely. She groaned and swallowed the load in a few weak gulps, the salty bitter taste permeating her senses and leaving her dizzy.

Lutro collapsed over Perch when he finished, leaving his cock pressed into Perch’s maw and his chubby gut flopped over her face. Perch whimpered weakly, senses flooded with Lutro’s cream and the fatty folds of his gut, hearing the churning, growling stomach with it pressed around her face. She was left there, barely able to breathe, for several moments as Lutro basked in the afterglow of his rutting. The buizel only gave Perch a break when he felt recovered, and when that time came he picked himself upright, sitting on his hinds and rear. Lutro looked over Perch: Her legs splayed in all directions, tail limp, chest heaving for air. Her snatch and body were stained with strings of cum, a puddle of their fluids pooling around the base of her limp tail. The rattata’s already plump form was enhanced with Lutro’s seed swimming around her womb and belly.

...Grrrrrrrrrowllnnn…

Perch’s ears twitched at the sound and she lifted her head. She could barely move in her bloated, exhausted form, not designed to rut with a pokémon much larger than her own kind. Her senses largely recovered now that the buizel’s crushing weight and softening member were no longer all-encompassing, but she almost wished otherwise as the eager grumblings from Lutro’s belly were all too apparent. No amount of sexual pleasure was going to distract the buizel’s hunger away for good. Perch knew this, but spoke out despite herself. “Y-you had your fun, Mister Buizel… I’ll just… be on my way now?”

Lutro rubbed a paw across his belly, feeling it rumble. “Not a chance, breakfast,” he denied. Perch squeaked out in horror as the rubbing paw came down and gripped to her tail, leaving her struggling uselessly against the buizel’s pull. Her cries rung out across the river and was heard by no one other than her predator, but she kept trying.

“Help! Someone! Anyone! He’s gonna eat me! He’s gonna ki–” Lutro silenced the rattata’s cries for help with a last Water Gun. Perch once again found herself barely able to breathe in the torrent all the same as Lutro gave her a quick bath to cleanse her of their sexual encounter. In the wake of the attack was a dripping, shivering rattata. One that tried desperately to roll onto her bloated belly and push herself onto her feet. She barely had a chance to feel the ground beneath her paws before she felt a harsh tug on her tail. Lutro gripped around it and yanked Perch up, leaving the mouse pokémon dangling upside-down.

“I’m afraid I’m just too hungry to let you go, Perch,” Lutro sang. The rattata flailed in his grip, swinging around wildly with her legs flailing every which way. This only elicited further growls from the buizel’s belly and drool from his jaws, as her fat form was wobbling in his vision. Lutro brought Perch up to his snout and gave her a large sniff, followed by a lengthy, dragging lick of his tongue. Water was replaced with viscous drool across Perch’s own gurgling belly, the fur matted and sticking out in odd places in the wake of the taste. Lutro smacked his lips. “Mmm… your flavor makes my taste buds tingle!”

The buizel flopped onto his back and held Perch in the air, the rattata feeling the strain at the dock of her tail with her whole pudgy form being dangled for so long. She saw the buizel’s big belly quiver as it grumbled loudly, and gasped in fright. “Sounds like my belly’s waiting for you. Just so eager to digest you and break you down into nothing but fat for me!” He rested one paw behind his head and kicked his hind legs idly, thick tails swishing across the sand. His good morning was completely restored as he stared over his plump catch like the hunk of meat she was to him.

Without another word from the buizel, Perch was guided just over his muzzle. Her face became horror-struck as the buizel’s jaws parted and she bore witness to the wide, dripping maw within. The thick, tasting tongue lazily unfurled out over the bottom lip as a hot, stale breath exhaled over the rattata. Perch continued to flail her legs and body but the buizel’s grip on her tail was too secure. “No, stop, don’t eat me, please! You can fuck me all you want, day and night! I’ll never run or get help or anything!” She begged. Perch couldn’t look away from the dripping cavern before her, fleshy pink walls painted in dripping saliva, twitching gullet behind the tongue ominous. Lutro hummed out an “ahhh” and smiled. Perch’s fearful thoughts and pleadings were cut short as she felt the grip around her tail suddenly loosen. She let out a loud squeal as she plummeted face-first into his awaiting jaws.

Hompf! Lutro slammed his mouth shut around his breakfast, jaws clenched cleanly around Perch’s chest and back. The rattata’s face was immersed in drool, the buildup on the tongue washing over the back of her head and her muzzle as it slurped and smacked against her fur. “P-please, no!!! Spit me out!” she sputtered. Lutro ignored her, murring in delight as the mouse that took him forever to catch buffeted his tongue with an immeasurably-satisfying taste. He watched in amusement as Perch kicked her hind legs in the air, cream-colored underbelly and butt jiggling right before Lutro’s eyes.

Perch wailed when she slipped closer to the back of the throat. Lutro purred as more of her form visibly slipped away, the rodent pokémon now nothing but a butt, tail, and hind legs to the outside world. Perch’s ears dragged across the tongue, senses screaming at her and flooding her with adrenaline as her snout pressed up to the gullet. The fight-or-flight instincts of the pokémon did her no good now, only serving to enhance her senses and making her plight crystal clear to her: Her sight and hearing sharpened enough to further spell out her impending demise as buizel food. She could make out the churning gullet ahead of her even in near-complete darkness. Her already-sensitive ears not only picked up each slurp of the tongue, and every squelch as the gullet separated and rejoined in swallowing motions, but also the gurgling acids from the belly beyond. 

Perch continued to squeak and cry out for mercy, paws testing every facet inside Lutro’s jaws to find something to cling to. The buizel felt these paws and chuckled, buffeting Perch with strong blasts of stale air. He tasted the fat rattata’s form over and over, jaws squeezing down hard around her fat belly. A thin squirt of his cum spat out from the exposed rattata folds from the pressure. Perch squealed in agony and fear, growing short of breath from the compressing clenches of Lutro’s jaws. Her eyes widen in the dark, dripping mouth when her whiskers jam up against the gullet and her snout poked past. Lutro murred loudly and took his first swallow right then and there. Perch’s final cry was cut short as the muscles of the gullet pulled her in, her ears ringing as the thick, squelching GLRK encompassed her senses entirely.

Lutro reached a paw up to squeeze and tease around Perch’s butt after his swallow. His jaws were wide and clenched around it now, neck bulging out with the head of his prey. He ran his paw around her rump, pinching and squeezing the plumpest parts and rolling his eyes in bliss. Perch barely noticed the buizel feeling her up, her whole head compressed and surrounded by Lutro’s throat as it did its best to force her lower. She could barely keep a breath as her belly was compressed and chewed softly inside the maw, though even in its compressed state it still made the buizel’s cheeks bulge out.

Lutro leaked drool out around his lips, having had enough of teasing, and pressed his paw square between her limp hind legs. The paw sank into the plushness of her cream-colored rump as he pushed, several small swallows sounding out as he fed the last of Perch into his dripping jaws. The creamy fur vanished into his jaws with a lewd slrrrp, hind legs and tail poking out past pursed lips. Lutro slurped those in without a second thought and swished Perch’s backside around in his jaws. His puffed cheeks betrayed his meal’s size, each cheek taking turns bulging out as he swished her from one side to the other. Perch cried out, her words no more than a series of muffled noises with her muzzle buried deep.

Lutro painted over Perch again and again with his tongue languidly, slowly. Wanting to squeeze every drop of flavor out of her. Wanting her to linger above his stomach and let her dread the inevitable for as long as possible. Lutro laid there for several moments, Perch pleading in his throat, the buizel tasting and slurping around her fat form endlessly. It wasn’t until a loud, quivering growl from his belly was felt and heard that he decided to finish eating the rattata. Perch was exhausted. Her mouth hung slightly agape in the confines of Lutro, whole body limp as the buizel tossed and tasted her rear half over and over. She kept herself going with short, quick breaths, but had given up all hope of escaping. Her cries only rekindled when she felt herself swallowed deeper. ULK! Her face pressed against the stomach sphincter, her belly bulging out the top of Lutro’s neck. Lutro slapped his tongue up against the furry butt and heaved against it. The buizel’s eyes hung half-lidded, lips curled into a drooling smile as he got his final taste of the rattata. Then he swallowed her whole, devouring her like any berry, the rest of Perch slipping down his throat. GULP!

Lutro watched the fidgeting bulge of his meal sink past his flotation sac and into his chest. He murred contently when his aching belly was finally filled, the plump Perch slipping through the tight sphincter and squeezed into the stomach with a sloshing glrsh. The buizel belched loudly, running a paw across his belly until he paused it over the struggling mound of meat within. Perch had little room to move in the gurgling stomach, acids drenching the rodent pokémon the instant she squelched in. She used her remaining strength to cry for help, to beg the buizel to spit her out, to pound weakly against the belly walls. Lutro responded with a paw, pressing against the squirming belly bulge. He could just make out the little rattata paw prints along the belly fur, bending them back inward with individual digits of his paw. Perch fought back fruitlessly, each press from Lutro further immersing her in the stinging stomach acids. 

Perch’s whole world shook as she felt the air thin out even more, a rush of it yanked away from the rattata. OOOOORRRRP. The second buizel belch sounded louder than the last, its reverberations ringing in her ears several moments after the fact. Completely tapped out, Perch slumped into the pool of fluids teeming along the floor of the stomach. Lutro grinned as he pet over his belly and the quieting meal within, smacking his lips from the aftertaste of his latest burp. “You know what? All that trouble she put me through was definitely worth it in the end,” he said to himself as he ran his tongue over his lips once more. Perch heard the comment and shivered on instinct. She didn’t even have the energy to whimper any more, and barely noticed as the acids rose to fill the stomach completely, until she couldn’t even hold her head above the surface.

Lutro stopped hearing sounds from the rattata not too long after that. The loud gurgling groans from his belly replaced any noises that his breakfast could have possibly made. The only distraction he had from enjoying his filling breakfast was a slightly itchy back. As such, the buizel rolled over to scratch at it, his fat belly pancaking against the ground. The last thing Perch could feel was the sudden sensation of dizziness as gravity went topsy-turvy on her. The heated acids completely coated her again, sloshing around and settling around her. The sudden compression of the chamber was the last straw. Between the tight squeezing, lack of air, burbling acids, and tossing around, Perch lost her breakfast. On instinct she sucked in a deep breath… of the acids around her, let out a shocked garbled noise, and passed out. The only thing Lutro heard from her last act was gurgling breath and a loud chrrrrrn from his stomach.

The buizel stretched out all his limbs, arms and legs held in the air as he surfed on his glorping, churning belly. A yawn became a third elongated burp, saliva accompanied this time with splotches of purple and creamy fur. The expelled remains landed neatly in the sand and settled near the water. The buizel’s thick tails never stopped flicking throughout the day as Lutro drifted in an out of a food coma. Interruptions occurred in the forms of particularly loud glrps and blurps sounding out from his gut; the occasional sound of an innocuous bird pokémon flying overhead; or a satisfying belch torn from the buizel’s jaws. 

“Uuuurp. Ahhh,” Lutro hummed, a rattata skull tumbling over to a pile of fur and other small bones. The buizel rested limply on the shore, flotation sac serving as a pillow to prop his head up, arms and legs splayed against the sand, belly obediently churning away. Several hours later the lazy buizel finally decided to sit up from his on-again, off-again nap. He rolled wearily up onto his much-more-padded rump and leaned against the hill next to his den entrance. His tails splayed in front of him across the sand, Perch’s remains piled neatly between them. His pudgy belly stuck out just a bit more, another result of devouring a fat rattata for breakfast. “Oof, urp, yep. Totally worth it,” Lutro purred to himself, running a paw over his protruding, mostly-quiet stomach.

The sated buizel rested his head against the hill and closed his eyes, paw still running circles around his belly. “Mmmrrr… that rattata was delicious… plump… mmrr… that rump of hers...” Lutro found his rubbing paw sinking lower and lower past the belly, until the digits began to fondle around his sheath. His mind wandered back to when Perch was taunting him, teasing him. Slapping her ass to get the buizel to keep chasing her. The wobbling, well-fed rear jiggled in his mind’s eye, Lutro licking his lips and gripping to an already-twitching, emerging shaft of his.

“Berries and fish weren’t nearly as fun as you were, whatever your name was.” Lutro purred at the thought of her taste, watching those hind legs squirm right before his muzzle, flabby rattata belly jiggling; cum, leaking folds, and rear jostling… The buizel pumped his stiff member, each throb plain to his paw. His sack, resting between his legs in the sand, gave a twitch as Lutro saw himself thrusting deep into the plump rattata rear. Hearing the grgles from her jaws as he flooded her mouth with cum. The swallows of his seed that plumped her belly up even more. Lutro lost himself in the recent memories, paw furiously jerking up and down his pulsating dick as pre leaked to make the act all the smoother.

The masturbating buizel peeked down at what remained of Perch. There were various tufts of fur glued together by dried-out drool, most of a rib cage, some various little bones (mostly broken), and a shiny skull laid upside-down atop it all. Lutro’s tails and hind legs twitched about as these reminders of Perch drove more memories front and center. He pictured himself grabbing the rattata as she smacked her rear to taunt him, and slamming her down on his cock over and over. “That’ll… teach ya’...” he moaned as he climaxed. Several sticky streams of semen laced over Lutro’s tails and the pile of rattata remains. Lutro’s tongue hung out, hearing every last splt, spluuut, splrt, splrt of cum erupt from his dick. His heart pounded in his chest, his orgasming member managing one last fruitful splut before subsiding. That last activity finally soothed the buizel into a full, uninterrupted sleep. He slumped fully against the hill and slouched a bit, softening cock leaning to one side and retracting over time. The edges of Lutro’s pudgy rear brushed against his spent spunk and what remained of Perch, the buizel not caring one bit as he had pleasant dreams of rutting, then making a meal out of, a fat mouthy rattata.