“Well, that didn’t take long,” Lisa scoffed. The seasoned Pokémon trainer smirked and walked over to the fallen Pikachu, who was taken out in one move! She prodded Sparky, who groaned while trying to right himself from what had ended up being a powerful Take Down attack from his opponent. The pudgy Pikachu felt the poking from Lisa Fille’s shoe and was eventually rolled onto his back, little legs and arms flopped to the sides, black paws motionless, eyes barely open. He mewled weakly up at the gloating trainer above, his vantage point catching sight of the white undergarments clasped around the pudgy human’s thighs. “You looked really special and everything, but I guess you were just another Pikachu after all.” Lisa looked up and Sparky’s ears flicked when she called her own Pokémon over, instead of recalling it into its Poké Ball. “Good job, Torracat! Come over here.”

Sparky’s brief opponent was a larger variety of the fire cat species, yet moved gracefully as he nuzzled around Lisa’s legs, purring and flicking his tail about. He took a seat next to her and joined in looming over the laid-out Sparky. The thick feline appeared rather well-fed, just like his trainer, and Sparky was wondering why they were just staring down at him and not moving on, like other trainers typically did. “What do you think, buddy? Far too weak to even think of capturing, right?” Torracat meowed in the affirmative, but to Sparky’s ears he heard the not-too-subtle insult as well.

“This loser? Never.”

Lisa saw Sparky wince, and a grin curled up the side of her face. She leaned down and gingerly pet over Torracat, who beamed with pleasure. Sparky was silent, not knowing what the bully of a Fire Cat Pokémon was so proud of. It was just a lucky blow and they weren’t even interested in him anymore. “No use letting him off though,” Lisa continued, now scratching behind Torracat’s ears. “You’ve not had yourself a catch in a while if I remember right? So, you hungry for some plump Pika-chow, Torracat?”

“Oh you bet I am!” Torracat exclaimed with a lick of his lips. Lisa, of course, heard some fragment of Torracat’s name, but Sparky understood it loud and clear.

“P-Pikaaa!” he cried, in both tongues, and started to try and slink away. But he was too weak and the woman too quick! Lisa snatched Sparky up, gripping to his soft sides and yanking him off the ground. “T-Torracat, please don’t! Just let me go you won fair and square, okay? Please? H-hey don’t take those!” Sparky fidgeted when Lisa braced him against her middle, and casually stripped him of his goggles and any other accoutrement on him. “Those are miiiine!”

Lisa ignored the continued cries from the plump Pikachu with him vainly reaching for the stolen goods, tossing the stuff aside. “I’ll pick through this stuff later maybe. Seems like junk though.” Lisa brought the squirming Sparky up face to face, studying him. “Maybe you were part of a Contest? Or perhaps you stole them from someone. Either way, last thing Torracat needs is more junk he can’t digest properly.” An agreement sounded from below. Clothes did not agree with Torracat’s stomach, and hacking them back up was not what he’d call a good time! Sparky freaked out at the reminder he was being fed to the Fire-type, so continued his whining. He couldn’t do much more though, given his post-battle status, hardly able to keep consciousness! The piercing thought through Sparky’s panic was that he was just another Pikachu, naught but fur and fat. The evil trainer’s hands and fingers sunk into his sides and gripped tightly, with a sneer across her freckled face. Sparky saw his own twin reflection in her raised visor, and a terrified look stared back. “Guess it’s lunch time for you, Torracat. All you gotta do is sit…” She herself sat down, cross-legged in front of her Pokémon, and rotated Sparky around to face a natural predator who was clearly hungry. “...and open wide.”

“Pikaaa!!! No no no nooooo!” Sparky panicked, squirming in the human’s grasp when she tilted him forward, his head being the first to embrace the widening jaws of the sitting Torracat before him. The sharp jaws gleaned against the sun, shining in saliva, with more dribbling from his lower lip. The wide fat tongue rolled out for Sparky and Torracat’s eyes closed, mouth opened up plenty for Lisa to deposit the doomed Pikachu into. “Don’t! Let me go Ms. Trainer! Torracat… Torracat, please! D-don’t eat meeee!”

Lisa held Sparky aloft with her Torracat’s mouth agape, even hearing the soft “ahhh” from him. She fidgeted in her seat and enjoyed the view a moment. Feeding her Pokémon brought her great joy in more ways than one, and she regretted that her hands were full at present. She adjusted her grip on Sparky so her thumbs hooked up over his back, with the rest supporting the belly and the plush softness that nestled between her fingers. “What a well-fed Pikachu you are,” she murmured, peeking down at Sparky, the scared face that constantly switched between looking at her, and the yawning Torracat maw. She examined him, squishing him between her fingers, and leered at his dangling Pikachu rear end. “You’ll keep Torracat well-fed for a while, hehehe!” Lisa shifted her thighs about and even let a soft moan escape, as she casually pushed her arms forward, guiding a squealing Sparky’s head straight between Torracat’s jaws.

“Pika! Piiiikaaaachmmmffff!!!” Torracat couldn’t wait to start his delectable meal and clamped his feline jaws around the offered Sparky immediately, biting around his shoulders. Sparky’s limbs spasmed and stuck out wildly with his fuzzy tail upright and stiff. He choked against the wide tongue that immediately coated the entirety of his face in goopy slobber, every little cough making his whole body twitch. Lisa stared hard down at her Pokémon and his squirming food, not minding the drool running down her hands or her fingers being in the mouth. Her Pokémon were well-trained in their feedings and wouldn’t so much as chip a fingernail. She casually inched Sparky inward, and Torracat was more than content with just sitting, tasting, slurping…

And swallowing.

Sparky had seen the gullet spread wide before him, a pit of pulsating blackness that he knew had only one destination. But the constant pressure from the trainer prevented him from going anywhere from down, and his loudest squeal yet was silenced by a resounding, heavy swallow from Torracat, who then filled Sparky’s ears with delighted, rumbling purrs. Another quick gulp forced Sparky’s shoulders and ears to compress tightly, and he whined in discomfort as more drool sluiced through his fur. Lisa squirmed her hands out of Torracat’s maw so he could really cut loose with the tasting and chewing, fangs sinking into the blubbery midsection of the crying Pikachu. Lisa could just make out the tips of stuck black paws against Sparky’s sides, folds of a chubby underbelly still poking out the bottom. Torracat made purred frequently as he ate Sparky, and Lisa kept one hand up against that protruding bellyfat and butt for support. She let Torracat enjoy himself, while she guided her other hand down between the band of her skirt and her belly, to enjoy herself too! “Goood Torracat...”

Torracat’s lips rumbled around the quivering Pikachu, Sparky himself a shaking mess. “I d-don’t wanna die!” Lisa herself could barely hear the Pokémon cries, but Torracat understood every word. He smiled more around his meal, drool drizzling down Sparky’s backside, and gulped heavily. The loud URLK was heard by all, but especially Sparky, whose ears were squashed against the cat’s esophagus. Torracat swallowed again, taking in Lisa’s hand in addition to the round rear of Sparky. He suckled endearingly on Lisa’s fingers some, but let her go without fussing. Lisa giggled and pet over her silly Fire-type’s ears. He purred with puffy cheeks and slathered a thick tongue all over his quivering food. Sparky whined aloud again, but even Torracat was having trouble understanding his prey now that he was in so deep. Sparky’s head squelched into the stomach, and he was met with an oven-like wave of heat, making him flinch and squint. As he felt his butt and tail slurped and licked over, he knew his last chance of rescue was gone for good. “No, noooooo!!! P-Pikaaaa!”

ULK.

GLOURP!

Torracat’s head was tilted all the way back, giving Lisa a wonderful view of Sparky’s rippling bulges sinking down into the now-expanded Torracat stomach. The ensuing slorsh of Pikachu fully landing into the belly made the trainer bite her lip and shift her occupied hand around. Torracat sat with his tail swaying, licking the back of a paw casually and reveling in being so well-fed. His belly burbled aloud, with its latest occupant obviously squirming and fighting about in there. Paw prints and more occasionally made themselves known, but the throes of digestion always won out and pulled the imprints back further into the stomach. With a beckon, Torracat got to all fours, waddled his way over Lisa, and oozed down onto his side, letting his belly sprawl out before him. Lisa giggled and pressed her hand into that spread-out bulge, and was rewarded with a soft grumble and a loud outcry from the eaten Pikachu. “Good Torracat…” She scooted up against a nearby boulder and settled into a sitting pose, legs splayed. Torracat purred back and rolled onto his back, settling in for a nice nap while nuzzling Lisa. The sated Pokémon only wanted to sleep now, with his trainer massaging his full stomach and petting up and down his torso. Lisa kept both hands occupied, one petting, the other reaching under her skirt to pull panties down to her knees. And after one last quick glance around to assure she was alone (Torracat would detect any new arrivals anyway), she looked to her Pokémon and began to slake her lust on her own.

It didn’t take the chubby female Pokémon trainer long to climax. Lisa’s last outing had been a couple weeks ago, and she was all set to burst after watching that writhing Pikachu rump vanish behind Torracat’s lips. Hearing and seeing Torracat swallow Sparky down. Rubbing his full belly and feeling the prey fight for his life. “You did good, Torracat,” she mumbled, as she used her fingers to squish and pull apart her labial lips, a third putting pressure right on her sweet spot. She enjoyed the warm air flowing up her skirt and about her bare nethers and chubby butt, and another grumbling gurgle made her masturbate faster. Lisa’s breath quickened and she squeezed Torracat’s belly, feeling those bulges. Torracat murred in delight, and Sparky felt the sheer heat of a Fire-type’s stomach increase significantly. The strong acids washed over his whole form and half his cries sounded like he was underwater, the Pikachu barely able to get a breath in. The tough rubs from Lisa made matters worse as she caused the belly walls to smear him in too-hot slobber, and stinging, sizzling stomach acid. Sparky was already weak from the previous one-shot battle and barely had enough fight in him after being eaten alive and squeezed down a super tight throat. Now with the unbearable heat and invading stomach fluids, there was nothing left he could do. Torracat let out a soft “urp”, yellow fur splattering into the grass. Lisa felt and heard Sparky’s final wheezing cry, and then the stomach got a little softer and a lot more still.

“A-ahhh yes!” Lisa cried, pinching around her vulva and feeling that familiar burst of ecstasy flow up and down her body. The trainer’s head lolled back as her hips thrust slightly and she orgasmed, her glistening lips spurting forth several thick strands of femcum. The streaks ladled out in to the grass in front of her and Lisa’s heart pounded, riding out her orgasm with her eyes rolled. She continued working her hand about her lips until long-after the last squirt was released, not caring that she’d need a fresh set of panties with her own showing obvious signs of her explosion. Her other arm wrapped over a napping Torracat and tugged him against her thigh, gently petting. “Hope you had yourself a lovely meal, Torracat. As usual, y-you can stay out until you’re good and done with him.

Sparky’s unconscious body took the better part of the rest of the day and evening to digest. Torracat’s fiery stomach and adrenaline from the recent victory really spurred the process on, and his belly growled, gurgled, and swayed as he and Lisa walked through the fields. It was late at night, after Torracat got the fire going, did he look relatively normal: There was still a definite sag and paunch to his furry underside, but clearly there was no more Pikachu. Any bones that would’ve survived digestion had melted away, leaving the Torracat heavier and very happy that he had nothing to hack up. Lisa decided to let her Pokémon remain out of his ball for the rest of the night, cuddling to the warm Fire-type and reliving the day’s experience in her dreams. Sparky himself was forgotten about by the local wildlife. His stuff, goggles included, got either taken, busted, or washed away in nature, leaving no trace for the scrumptious Pikachu for anyone to find ever again.