Lutro was cornered! The plump Buizel had his double-spotted back to the tree, having nowhere to run or hide from the known predator looming before him. The rather tall fiery bunny named Victor stood there with a smirk on his lips and paws on his hips. He remained silent, Lutro’s imagination running wild. His eyes darted side to side before shaking his head in meek protest, shaking like a leaf. Vic chuckled at the Buizel’s reaction. “Scared? I was just on a lovely stroll and you happened to see me. And before I can so much as say ‘hey’, you went running for the hills!” Victor flicked his bushy red tail up and down as he crouched near Lutro, extending paws outward. “How about a hug, you squishy thing?”

Lutro remained uncertain, his mind racing back to the scene prior. His panicked mind then just shouted predator! and indeed the Buizel had taken off on pure survival instinct. A bemused Victor had casually trotted behind, keeping pace, and before Lutro knew it he’d run right into a veritable wall of trees. Pressing up against one with nowhere to go, he thought it was curtains! But on reflection, had Victor done anything to warrant such a reaction? The fire bunny’s reputation preceded him, sure, but maybe he was just out for a walk… Right? Lutro gulped and twitched his lips into a nervous smile. “A-alright,” he ventured, peeling away from the tree bark and depositing himself into the bunny paws. They were among the largest Lutro had seen, and were warm, comforting, and soft to boot. Lutro’s grin became genuine, settling heavily into the comforting grasp. Victor shifted the paws down Lutro’s sides and gently pulled Lutro into an embrace, his digits easily collecting around the fat Buizel’s midsection with a gentle caress. “Guess this isn’t so bad…” Lutro visibly calmed down, Victor feeling the shakes stop. This was turning out quite alright!

...Until a hot drip of drool onto his head snapped Lutro from the embrace. He glanced up just in time to see Victor openly lick his lips, and a hungry grrrn sound out from the stomach he was hugged against! Before Lutro could flinch those giant paws squeezed tightly around him and heaved the heavy Buizel up. Victor, effortlessly lifting Lutro, brought him eye-to-eye. Lutro felt the bobbing ahoge atop Vic’s head tickle his back, the bun openly licking and smacking his lips further. “All mine now.” Lutro opened his mouth to protest when Vic silenced him with a simple lick across the Buizel’s face, leaving him sputtering and starting to moan in renewed panic. Victor murred at the flavor tickling his tongue, and shook his head slightly. “Thanks for stoppin’ and just waltzing right into my grasp, Buizel.” He jerked Lutro forward and sank his tongue into the soft, chubby belly of the tasty snack. “Mmf… So delicious.”

“L-let me go!” Lutro demanded, squirming in Victor’s grip and accomplishing absolutely nothing.

“No,” Victor grinned, another lick slipping across his lips. “You’re far too tasty and I want a snack.” Lutro hollered in fright and protest while Vic shifted his grip: He held Lutro up with a single paw, clasped around the entire cream-colored Buizel belly, and squished at it playfully. Lutro lost his breath that moment, feeling the other huge bunny paw gather around the base of his twin tails. Only when the first paw drop did Lutro feel the painful pull from that grasp, pendulum-swinging down and dangling by his tails now. Only the tips poked free out of that furry fist, and he flicked them wildly out of pure instinct and terror. The fat Buizel glanced down and gawked at a wide, dripping maw. “Ahhh,” Victor hummed, tongue slithering out to catch his plump snack.

“N-n-no!” Lutro wailed, that painful grip about his tails suddenly loosened. He felt the thick tails slip through the grasp and plunged straight into Vic’s awaiting maw. His fall into the mouth climaxed with a pitiful squeal. “Don’t eat meeee!!!” Lutro’s cries were worth nothing when the bunny’s mouth locked down around his middle harshly, once more driving the air from him. He gasped in the dark confines of slobbering jaws, Victor’s tongue sprawled and rubbing all about his juicy flavor-filled body. “Eugh, help! Somebody heeelllp!” The cries from within were music to Vic’s ears, the bunny playing his lips about the scrunched fat stomach of his Pokémon snack. Lutro wailed when a big bunny paw pressed up under his belly and against his lower rear, easily feeding him further. A jibbering scream replaced itself with a wet ULRK! Lutro’s terrified head squelched thickly down Vic’s throat, bulging out the furry neck some. “Hlllp meermphhh!”

Victor spent little time devouring the insignificant Water-type snack. He worked the belly, whose folds and creases ebbed and flowed around the lips, into his jaws easily. His cheeks swelled with the wide Buizel occupying the bulk of the maw, and Lutro whimpered,  feeling buck teeth sink between his two tails and hooking him in further. The flabby Buizel butt jiggled as his stubby hinds, nearly pinned beneath their bulk, kicked for dear life. Most of his tails poked free and flailed with a ferocious desperation driven by one who knew his time was at an end should they fail. Someone would see Lutro being eaten alive right out there in the open if anyone was there, but there was no-one around. Not that Victor would’ve minded! Any would-be heroes would make a scrumptious follow-up to his current snack. The bunny hummed and worked his jaws around the meatiest, tastiest part of the Buizel, Lutro swallowed further with a noisy GLK!

A pear-shaped bulge grew in the fire bunny’s furry neck, Lutro’s chest and some of his gut poking down the throat and pummeled from all sides. His hinds kicked harder when he heard low, rumbling grumbles further down the esophagus, deafened to Victor lathering up his underbelly in more drool. Vic spread a paw up under Lutro’s flagging tails and cupped to the bulging buttcheeks easily, digits able to clench around the entirety of the Buizel’s backside. He smiled when he opened wider and shoveled Lutro inward (GULP, ULP, ULK!) and had all but the tips of hindpaws and swishing Buizel tails protruding pursed bunny lips. Lutro somehow heard the slobbery schlrrrrrp! of those remaining bits like nothing but furry noodles, and whined harder feeling Victor’s tongue playing about his rump and tails for a last bit of flavor. A trickle of drool escaped sealed lips but nothing more, Lutro entirely contained in the heated mouth and was one twitch away from a digestion-fueled demise.

Victor sighed with puffy cheeks, and effortlessly swallowed Lutro whole on the spot. GLURK! He sighed and smacked his lips while Lutro’s muffled screamed punctuated his snack, accompanying bulges down the large bun’s neck and chest before settling noisily into the stomach. SLORSH! “N-no! Nooo!” Lutro cried, on his back with legs and tails and head all curled up onto his own belly in the tight gurgling gut. He felt Victor’s large paw squish into the now-distended bulging bunny belly, belching idly as air flew was forced free from the acidic chamber.

“Ahhh, right where prey belong,” Victor mumbled to himself. He then immediately went back to his comfortable stroll, turning on the spot and sending his filled belly swaying and sloshing about. Lutro nearly lost consciousness from the sudden jostling and continued paw-massages of that burbling belly. Lutro squealed for his life in the fast-acting stomach, but things were already growing dark for the poor Buizel. The fattened Victor thought nothing more of his snack once on his way, tail swishing back and forth above his own rear, strolling along as if nothing were amiss. That fluffy tail swayed to and fro to his gait, belly doing the same to a lesser extent, gurrrrrrrrngles bellowing from within and drowning out (as well as just drowning!) the devoured Buizel. Lutro could only whimper, as thick viscous stomach fluids coated his whole fat body and then some, body doomed to digest within the belly and intestines of the well-fed predator.

Victor exited the Pokémon-populated forest some thirty minutes later. The bulges and squirming within his belly were all but gone: Over the course of the walk there was thrashing and sloshing and gurgles and churns. The squirming stopped first, before formative Buizel bumps and bulges smoothed and congealed into a singular squeezable paunch, which Victor happily rubbed even as it gradually shrunk away. By the time Victor was out of the forest, his belly had returned to normal size, with maybe a slight jiggle if he really gave his tummy a good massage or tail a good swish. But whatever Lutro would have added to the fire bunny would be gone by morning at the latest, whatever fragments of fur or bone or soupy remains filtering through his lower bowels, reduced to nothing. Victor didn’t even know Lutro’s name, and the only lingering memory of the Buizel would be his sweet meaty flavor… Until the next time Vic caught something to eat, that is!