Chocolat à la ‘Chu
By Lutro
Sparky woke up with a start. “Wh-where am I?” He looked around, finding himself in what appeared to be a lavish large hut, furnished with a bed against a wall and what looked a fire pit in the center, for warmth. He laid on the floor and tried to get up, only to find his forepaws bound behind his back, and legs bound just below his tail. He saw his goggles and wristband settled neatly in the corner. Sparky began to panic. Someone had kidnapped the pikachu! He struggled about on the ground, calling for help. “Someone! I’m trapped!”

As if on cue, there was a noise behind him! The sound of the hut door opening and footsteps, then closing. He peeked behind him to see a large plump purple yoshi, who looked down on him not with concern, but with a devious smile. “Ah. Dinner!” The yoshi licked her lips and strode closer, Sparky’s eyes widening as the big yoshi and her sagging belly waddled forward, tail swaying behind her. “Was wondering if you’d wake up before it was time to start.”

“S-start dinner? Wh-wait no!” Sparky squeaked. The plump pikachu tried once more to free himself, but couldn’t stop the yoshi from reaching down and plucking him off the ground, holding him at eye level as she stared over him. She could feel him shiver, which just made her belly growl in anticipation. She opened her maw wide before him, Sparky’s heart racing. “NO! Don’t eat me!” he squealed. But all that happened was the yoshi’s tongue slipping out to lick messily across his chest.

“Mmm… As tempting as it is to eat you right here and now, I think you’d taste better if your flavor wasn’t so… raw.” She let that word hang as she dropped Sparky on the spot, the pikachu landing with a thud on his belly, winding him. He’s forced to watch as Melonball moves ahead, her rear and tail swing in his view. She bent down and started a fire in the pit, then retrieved some things behind Sparky. He couldn’t see what she was getting at, but it must’ve been a kitchen, as she returned with several fruits, which she laid beside the fire. She looked down at the whimpering rodent and winked, before disappearing behind him again.

What’s she up to?? Sparky thought in a panic, as the yoshi appeared again with what appeared to be sticks. A few moments later it became clear: The sticks were set up as a spitroast, two legs for prop, and one in the middle. “No...” he whispered, seeing Melonball load up a couple big tropical fruits on the spit. Then she turned to Sparky and hoisted him up. He squealed loudly as his four legs were slid onto the spit next, his bound wrists and ankles suspending the poor pikachu just inches above the fire. He then felt fruit budged up against his butt, the pikachu the centerpiece of the little fruity roast Melonball was cooking up.

“There we go. 30 minutes should do,” she purred, Sparky seeing the yoshi actively drool at the sight of him. She took one last fruit and squished it just over Sparky, the Pikachu drizzled in the sappy, sticky juice that emanated from it. She smeared him with the rest, pressing the mushed fruit against his chest, belly, and sides, leaving Sparky a whimpering mess of cooking pikachu.

“Heelllllp! Someone help meeee!!” Sparky cried. But no-one came as he dangled there along with the rest of the sizzling fruits. He felt the heat of the fire against his back, head, and hips, the pikachu having to focus to keep his tail from sagging. He sweat profusely, the aroma of the pokémon melding with the fruit mushed against him, filling the whole hut with the scent. His ears twitched when a loud, grumbling groan sounded out next to him. Melonball stood right there, her belly actively growling in anticipation, drool dripping down to the floor as she stared down at her meal. “Please Ms Yoshi! Don’t eat me! Let me go!”

Instead, Melonball waddled away once more. She returned a few moments later, setting a big bowl filled to the brim with chocolate down on the fire, below Sparky and the fruits. At first he felt relief, as the heat waves were stymied by the bowl. But then he saw it start to simmer itself, and the heat returned at a slow pace. What felt like forever for both parties finally culminated of 30 minutes of cooking, before Melonball declared: “Time for a favorite of mine: Fruit on a stick, with a meaty twist. Fondue always goes down nice.” She reached over the loudly-protesting Sparky and undid a couple strings around the stick he was suspended by.

“N-noo—glrgle!!” The stick bent down inward, now in two pieces the sizzling fruit and the pokémon all tumbling into the fondue. It felt like a hot tub of viscous chocolate, Sparky temporarily submerged among the fruit, before managing to peek his head above. Coated head to tail in hot dripping chocolate, Sparky squealed and shook his head, barely able to see. He could only watch as the yoshi loomed over him, drool drizzling over his head, tip of the tongue peeking out. He flinched when the tongue suddenly snapped forward. It stuck to a chocolate-laden fruit and reeled back, Melonball’s jaws widening and chomping over the whole thing. Sparky whimpered, seeing the yoshi greedily chew and mash the fruit to mush in her jaws, juicy remains flecking down into the fondue and onto him.

“Mmmrr… chew chew… GLP!” She licked her lips of the fruity chocolatey flavor, and snagged a second and third fruit at the same time. Sparky tried to swim to the edge of the bowl, but his legs were still bound. He couldn’t take seeing Melonball and her plump cheeks full of fruit eating, knowing he was on the menu. He struggled in the center as a second, louder swallow made him shiver. Melonball burped and wiped her mouth with the back of a paw, and loomed over Sparky. “Time for the main course.”

“N-no… Please, don’t!” Sparky begged. He pushed backwards to try and get away from the yoshi, but it was no use. His head bumped against a fruit in the fondue, leaving him staring up at the yoshi, whose maw opened up wide, wider than he’d seen before. Her gullet pulsated, maw lined with drool and chocolate. The tongue slithered out and coiled around the wailing pikachu. It pulled up and off him, taking only his chocolate coating. Melonball slurped it in and gulped, eyes rolling.

“Mmm wow, I was right: You’re way better now than you were half an hour ago.” She smacked her lips, then leaned down. Sparky flinched but felt no tongue. The yoshi hefted the bowl up off the fire and parted her jaws again, strings of chocolate-stained saliva connecting her lips. Sparky could smell the foul odor of a yoshi who ate what she wanted, hearing the starts of digestion as the stomach gurgled. She tipped the bowl up against her lower lip, Sparky flopping forward onto his stomach, as Melonball poured the bowl’s contents down her gullet.

“NO! Don’t eat meeeeeee!!!!” Sparky squealed as loud as he could, hearing and seeing large quantities of chocolate gulped down. Each open-mouthed swallow rang in his ears as he flowed closer. GLP! GLORK! GLK! Soon Sparked was drenched in yoshi drool as he crossed the threshold. “Noooo—mmppphhh!!” Melonball’s mouth slammed shut around Sparky, only his chocolate-coated tail sticking out past protruding yoshi lips. Sparky sobbed in the maw while the tongue slurped and buffeted him from all sides, dragging all the chocolate off him and swallowing it into the glistening gullet. Then she poured more in, coating the pikachu repeatedly in wave after wave of heated fondue, slurped clean, and sloshed about from cheek to cheek.

Melonball purred with her cheeks puffed out with her favorite part of the meal, and tipped the bowl back the rest of the way, emptying it into her maw. Sparky found himself joined with the remaining fruit, which immediately pressed down hard on him, splaying the wailing pokémon against the thick tongue. The fruit gave, mashing to bits and having its juices and mush coat the pikachu completely. He could barely breathe as Melonball swirled her meal delightfully about in her cavernous maw. The yoshi tossed the bowl aside and fell back to sit on her plump rear, tail swaying delicately as she murred in delight. She guided her tongue around her meal, mixing the squealing pikachu thoroughly with the saliva-drenched fruit-and-chocolate mush, before suddenly slapping the tip up against Sparky’s rump. “Mmmmmpphhhh!!!!” he cried in horror, feeling his tail slurped in without a thought. Melonball threw her head back and swallowed the rest of her meal alive and whole, Sparky thickening her neck out as a slimy wet GLURRRRK filled his senses.

“URRRRRRRP!” Melonball belched, jaws hung wide, eyes half-lidded, saliva, juice, fur and chocolate sprayed out. She smacked and licked her lips with the squirming pikachu bulge vanishing into her bulging belly. Sparky was squeezed harshly down the throat, dripping  out the sphincter and landing in a viscous pile of devoured fruit and fondue. Glorp! Melonball rubbed her belly and heard it churn in response, the pokémon letting out a wail of despair as he fought to keep his head above the fluids of the belly.

The yoshi used the reach of her tongue to grab herself one more piece of fruit, then the discarded bowl, She casually cleaned the bowl out using the fruit, then stuffed the whole thing in her jaws in one go. Sparky was too focused on the grumbling belly and trying to grab to a piece of half-digested fruit to hear the loud wet chewing and swallowing from above. But he did notice the swallowed mushed fruit remains drizzled all over him in the belly, and the stomach churned fiercely. “P-p-please…” he whimpered, as the acidic fluids poured into the belly, soon filling it to the brim. Sparky flailed below the surface causing many bubbles, then a few, than none at all, drifting unconscious amid the stomach acids. Melonball casually rubbed her gut, sloshing the thing from side to side as the bottom sprawled out before her, wagging her tail.

Another 30 minutes passed. This time, the hut was filled with the roiling noises of digestion, with elongated groans and bubbly churns emanating from the yoshi’s belly. She continued licking her lips and gently massaging her belly as she rode out her most recent little food coma. The hour culminated with a third lower, guttural belch, with a thick splotch of chocolate- and saliva-covered fur splatting to the ground. Melonball wiped her mouth and licked her lips one last time. “Delicious.” She got up, her belly still gurgling away as it sloshed along below her. She made her way to bed and rolled onto it, nearly falling asleep immediately as she rested on her belly. Sparky was as constituted as the chewed-up fruit at this point, joining the soft mass in the belly as nothing but filling for the fat yoshi.

Melonball awoke late the next morning, now on her side, paw on her quiet belly. She yawned and stretched and rolled out of bed, belly following inertia and swaying with a delay. She burped and smacked her lips, traces of last night’s meal still fresh. She sighed contently and waddled out of the hut, her belly a bit plumper but otherwise returned to normal, with a slight bulge just behind her legs under her tail. She felt that familiar pressure and sought to take care of business. Once sufficiently away from the hut, out in the middle of her own little island, Melonball came to a pit. She smirked and turned around, leaning forward a little and lifting her tail and spreading her legs a little. The fat Melonball’s white rear was on full display to the pit, the tip of her tail swaying as it was hilted upward. The yoshi’s puckered tailhole twitched a bit before she pushed and relieved herself. Several squelching plops were heard as Sparky’s remains were shat out, oozing out the anus with ease. The dung wobbled down the slanted pit to the bottom, a mix of shit and bones that weren’t quite digested fully. It culminated with Melonball giving one last push, her tailhole stretching and spitting out half a pikachu skull, which topped off the mound of yoshi dung at the bottom. The puckered anus clenched shut quickly after.

With all that pressure relieved, the yoshi flicked her tail and made her way back home, idly wondering who her next catch would be...