The morning sun had just fully risen when a white-furred vulpix made his way out from the comfy Sweet Dreams Inn. Embin rubbed an eye and yawned while surveying the goings-on in town, curious where the day would take him. A rumble from his gut told him the first stop would be breakfast. The vulpix let his nose be his guide, muzzle in the air, trotting along with his pink scarf dangling about his neck, pinned badge bumping up against his chest. Embin smelt something good, and his belly grumbled greedily at the prospect of something warm and scrumptious for breakfast.

He’d located the source of the delightful aroma soon enough, only to groan audibly at the long line of pokémon formed in front of the food cart. He tapped a black paw impatiently as the line slowly progressed. “Can’t this go any faster?” he grumbled, belly agreeing. He distracted himself by eavesdropping on the chatter going on in the line, ears perked forward. The vulpix leaned in on a pair of pikachu speaking in hushed tones to one-another.

“I can’t believe they’re so close to town! Deltoria’s gang’s getting more ambitious by the day.”

“I’m afraid to go out at night!”

“Remember Pria? He hasn’t been seen in days. I think they got him. Deltoria has a love for fire types in particular...”

“Excuse me,” Embin interjected. He sacrificed his place in line to join the pikachu, sitting before them. “Who is this Deltoria? I’m just passing through but they sound dangerous!” His exploration badge swayed and shone against the morning sunlight, catching the electric types’ attention.

“Oh y-yes, very! She and her gang hunt other pokémon! And now they’re practically in town!”

“You’re… An explorer, right? Can you rid us of that menace? I-I’m sure the whole town would be very grateful and would happily reward you if you could! But her gang’s real tough! It won’t be easy...”

Embin rolled his eyes. “Please, I’ve dealt with bullies like her before. Don’t you two worry. Embin’s gonna take care of things.” He winked and the two pikachu cheered, hopping back and forth happily. Embin looked over his shoulder at the forest bordering town. “I’d bet anything they’re skulking around in there… Looks like breakfast’ll have to wait.” Without another word, the vulpix darted off, tails flicking, scarf bobbing, to rid the town of the pokémon devouring innocents.

*	*	*

30 minutes in and Embin hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary. His grumbling belly was a distraction, but he pressed forward anyway, hoping to cross a berry bush before encountering the gang. Just as he stumbled upon a bush brimming with juicy blue oran berries, a panicked shriek reached his ears! Several! Embin jetted off in that direction, weaving through the foliage of the forest as fast as his paws would carry him. The screams continued, though Embin could hear that there were fewer this time around.

When he emerged in a wide clearing of the forest, Embin gasped, jaw agape. A smug miltank had half a delcatty sticking out of her maw, dripping in drool. Her face was one of pure terror, reaching in vain out towards a pair of skitty tails. The bulbous things were out of reach, dangling uselessly outside the mouth of a hungry-looking scyther, her cheeks bulging and squirming. The tails were slurped up mercilessly, the delcatty wailing as the scyther swallowed the pair of skitty whole. GLK ULP GLRK! Her sobbing face was pushed into miltank jaws by a cloven hoof, the miltank’s neck already bulging. Embin flinched, hearing the strong elongated ULLLRK as the delcatty was eaten alive. The devoured pokémon bulged out bellies and left the predators sated.

Embin gawked at the third pokémon, perched higher than the other two. A primarina lay relaxed with a thin delcatty tail peeking out between her lips. She gazed down at Embin and smiled, slurping in the tail and swallowing her meal with a wet GULP. “Hey there,” her sensual voice floated out, the trio licking their lips and rubbing their squirming guts contently. “Come to join this succulent family for breakfast?” Embin opened his mouth to retort when he heard another wail, this time from a young female skitty, bound in the primarina’s tail. “You can make a fine dessert along with this now-orphaned skitty here.” The primarina lifted her tail, and the skitty, up over her head, starting to crane her jaws wide open below the whimpering pokémon.

“No! You let her go this instant!” Embin roared, sprinting forward and seeing red. He wasn’t in time to save the others, but at least he could save the girl! He prepared his strongest fire attack, gunning straight for the water type, closing fast and– 

A crushing blow from the side sent the enraged vulpix soaring through the air and smacking against a tree. Embin crumpled and saw stars, legs askew and chin flat against the ground. The miltank’s ambush took him out in a single blow, and the vulpix could do nothing as the three pokémon predators loomed over him. “Idiot,” the scyther taunted. “Nice hit, Phae.”

“Piece of cake,” the miltank responded. A jostling churn from her belly forced a burp from her, and she patted her stomach. “Ain’t got no more room for seconds, though. You have him Cerbi. Let the vulpix console the brothers you devoured.”

“With pleasure,” the scyther said with a lick of her lips. A curved blade lowered slowly towards the quivering vulpix, Embin unable to defend himself.

“No,” the primarina cut in, the young skitty squirming in her tail coils. She reached down with a gentle flipper, stroking over the defeated vulpix. Then promptly slapped him across the face, sending Embin tumbling several feet across the dirt. His ears rang from the blow, sputtering out weak coughs, laying on his side.

“D-Deltoria...” he guessed, trying and failing to climb to his feet. “Y-you let that skitty go.”

“Or what, Mr. Explorer? Are you gonna eat me?” the primarina taunted. Deltoria licked her lips. “If you were worth the meal you’d be a bulge by now. Count yourself lucky. As for this little one...” She hefted her tail up, showcasing the sobbing skitty to Embin. “She’s fair game. Can’t leave an orphan in the world after all.” Embin reached up with a shaky paw, watching in vain as the squealing skitty was callously tossed in the air. Deltoria closed her eyes and widened her jaws upward, tongue hanging out. Embin clenched his eyes and turned away, but couldn’t stop himself from hearing. CHOMP! Slrp, slrch, slurp… GLRK! “Ahh… delightful.” Embin peeked his eyes open just in time to see a squirming bulge slither down the primarina’s neck, settling in her already-distended middle. Muffled cries were silenced only when Deltoria uttered out an elongated belch. Phae and Cerbi snickered.

“Can’t hang around a loser explorer forever, can we ladies?” Deltoria maneuvered along the forest floor with ease, flanked by the other two well-fed pokémon. “Not like we have to travel far. Got a whole town to feed us for weeks, maybe months! You two go have fun now. Expect you back at the hangout before tomorrow. Then we pay the town a visit.” The trio walked right on by the limp Embin, who glared daggers back. Deltoria leaned down and smooched his cheek. He cringed but couldn’t stop her, the primarina’s muzzle right by his ear. “If we ever see you again,” she whispered, “you’ll be begging to be sliding down a throat and digested away. Begging.” With a smirk, Deltoria lifted her head and slithered off with the rest of her gang, leaving Embin to stew in his thoughts and left to the mercies of the forest.

Embin lay there in a daze for a while, mad at himself for not planning that battle at all. Rushing in headstrong without a thought, not thinking of transforming first, nearly ended with him eaten alive by Deltoria and her vicious gang. He finally managed to sit up, wincing as the side that slammed into the tree stung with pain. His white coat was dirtied up by the short encounter, patches of brown among the white. He groaned and carefully walked back from whence he came. “Food...” he mumbled. Now that the adrenaline had cleared out, his belly roared in absolute need. Peeking up at the sky, Embin figured he’d missed lunch now, as well as breakfast. Between that and the fight, the vulpix was starved.

Embin breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the berry bush he’d scouted earlier. Thankfully the gang had traveled elsewhere, none of them in sight. Embin just managed to limp to the fruity bounty and pick a few, before flopping on his side with a grunt of pain. The bush and other greenery about him gave the vulpix good cover from any potential prying eyes, leaving Embin to be able to enjoy his late lunch in peace. He was so invested in devouring berry after berry, and so sure of his hiding place, that he didn’t notice a pair of eyes staring him down in the distance. They lingered for a few moments, then vanished with a whisper of leaves disturbed in the bush from where they were positioned.

Embin finished off half the bush before he was finally sated, the vulpix used to much bigger meals. He was far more appreciative of the healing properties the oran berries bestowed upon his body. It did come at a cost, however, the vulpix suddenly very tired with the morning’s excitement and failures catching up to him. Embin yawned, blue-stained muzzle getting a few licks, before he curled up on the spot and settled down for an early-afternoon nap to recover his strength.

I’ll get after them. One at a time I’ll take them all down…

*	*	*

Embin woke only when a late-afternoon sun shone in his face. He yawned and stretched, injuries from the prior battle all but vanished, stomach mostly quelled. He immediately set to the task of hunting down and defeating each and every one of the pokémon that terrorized and devoured the delcatty family. Embin sniffed at the air, walking in a slow circle to see if he could pick up any of their scents. Not picking up anything worthwhile, he opted to return to the scene of their initial encounter, to see if he could pick up anything there.

The vulpix found his olfactory senses overloaded when he did. The eaten delcatty and skitty’s scents were very strong here. Embin had guessed they lived here, or frequented this part of the forest often, when they were ambushed by Deltoria and her team. Embin sighed but kept at it, not giving up. But it wasn’t the scents of the evil pokémon that caught his attention: It was another cry for help. Distant, but clearly audible to the vulpix. “You’re not gonna terrorize anyone else,” Embin growled before taking off once more. He just hoped that he wouldn’t be too late.

Embin breathed a sigh of relief: He wasn’t! The scyther Cerbi was too busy gloating over her soon-to-be meal. Her segmented stomach was softer and rounder, no longer bulging with living pokémon. Her earlier meal was nothing but pudge now. A cowering zorua whimpered, showcasing signs of a fight but otherwise as defenseless as the skitty and delcatty had been. “Didn’t get to snack on a pokémon like you earlier,” Cerbi growled with a lick of her insect lips. “Now that I’ve put you in your place in fighting, I can rectify the earlier missed meal!”

“P-please,” the zorua whimpered, unable to shout for help anymore. “D-don’t eat me...”

It took all his strength for Embin not to charge in blindly and try to smack the scyther down. It was obvious that, even transformed, a contest of physical blows would not end well for him. It would make far more sense to use his fire against the bug. The vulpix sunk low to the ground and crept quietly along, his smaller form more suited for getting a sneak attack in. He hurried as fast as he could, knowing it wouldn’t be much longer before Cerbi scooped the zorua into her hungry jaws. He got within a few feet, close enough to see the zorua cowering, just barely staying ahead of jaws that were snapping down again and again at him. Drool flowed freely from the scyther’s jaws, Cerbi growing hungrier by the minute. “Stand still, blast you!” She raised a scythed arm to bring it down on zorua, to cease his movements for good.

“You first,” Embin growled loud enough for both to hear. Cerbi looked down and behind her, eyes wide, recognizing the explorer instantly. Embin’s maw was already agape, a gout of blasting flame spewing from the jaws and immediately entombing the scyther within. Her shrill scream filled the air as fire engulfed her form. “Run… Run!” He commanded to the zorua. The dark type nodded, eyes bulging, and began limping away as fast as he could.

The spiraling column of flame dissipated a moment later, leaving a smoldering scyther standing frozen, smoke billowing from various parts of her body. She coughed out a puff of smoke and promptly fell forward, face-first in the dirt, with a crash. Embin prowled around the defeated Cerbi, making absolutely sure she was down for the count. Outside the occasional twitch of a leg, the bug pokémon was toast. Embin stood before the stunned scyther’s head, looking down at her.

“That’s more like it,” Embin gloated, putting a paw to his muzzle. “Right where I’d like you to be.” Embin licked his lips and sniffed over the smoking scyther body. “My body burned through those berries because of what your crew did to me. I missed breakfast too, you know that?” Cerbi could do nothing but stare with frightened eyes, hearing a threatening burble from the white-furred belly before her. “I’m positively starving. And roasted scyther sounds like just the thing to sate my appetite.” The pink scarf and pinned badge dangled before Cerbi’s vision. She wished it remained that way, but instead the vulpix lowered his muzzle and licked up the scyther’s face several times, leaving a trail of drool behind. Embin licked his lips and smacked them. “Oooh yeah, you’ll do. You’re gonna be put through exactly what you put that family through. And I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.”

Cerbi whimpered. She tried to speak or protest, but couldn’t move her mouth. The scorching flames left her completely sapped of energy, and though her deadly arms lay on either side of the vulpix, she couldn’t use them to defend herself. The bully could not take a dose of her own medicine, and was a whimpering, shivering scyther when Embin’s jaws parted before her face. The vulpix’s maw was lined with saliva, growling belly producing more of the wet slimy drool that now oozed freely to the ground. Embin lolled his tongue out and leaned forward, Cerbi’s eyes wide as dinner plates. The white jaws slipped over and under the scyther’s muzzle, sliding further over until her whole head was enveloped in the vulpine muzzle. The squelching sound of jaws closing around her neck left her in a state of terror, snout pressed to the vulpix’s gullet.

GLRP! The scyther’s head bulged out Embin’s neck as she began getting eaten alive proper. Cerbi’s wings twitched uselessly, their bases sliding into the wide hungry jaws. Even if they were functional, they were pressed to the ground, leaving Cerbi unable to escape her fate as fire type food. Embin murred deeply at finally getting a decent meal in for the day, working his jaws open and shut to feed more of Cerbi inward. GLP ULK ULP! The scyther’s arms began folding back down against the rest of her body, with the blades folded harmlessly against herself. Embin lowered his head, then jerked it up to drag more of the defeated scyther down his gullet. GLORK!

“Mmff… mmfff!” Cerbi was finally able to muster. Her head already pressed down into the vulpix stomach, the black chamber already bubbling with eager fluids to digest the incoming meal. “Mmffff!!!” Embin heard Cerbi squeal when her head and shoulders bulged out his furry belly, sagging it downward. He didn’t care. This meal was fantastic! Cooked scyther made his taste buds tingle, the vulpix greedily devouring Cerbi a bit at a time. ULK! GLK! Folded wings and arms slid into the muzzle and down the gullet easily. The skinnier parts of the scyther were no trouble at all, leaving Embin plenty of opportunity to slurp and taste over the delectable pokémon repeatedly. The scyther’s upper half continued squelching down the throat into the ever-distending stomach, the whimpering cries of Cerbi heard by no-one but herself.

Drool coated every available inch of the scyther being eaten. Only her green soft belly and limp legs protruded from the fire type’s jaws, and even those were gradually becoming coated with slobber, drool trickling out past furry purring lips. Embin hefted his jaws up to lift what was left of Cerbi’s thorax off the ground, leaving her abdomen to dangle and legs to limply rest against the dirt. He sampled Cerbi in this pose for several minutes, letting his taste buds get a little more enjoyment from his late lunch. Leaving Cerbi to suffer more in the growing, grumbling stomach. Cerbi found her head compressed against the soft muscly edges of the belly, her body barely able to crumple, curve, and fit down the esophagus, despite the lubricating drool helping things along. Embin gave a toss of his jaws and crunched down over half the abdomen suddenly, making Cerbi squeal. The soft paunch of the scyther was the tastiest part thus far, the vulpix’s eyes fluttering closed in delight and leaking saliva everywhere.

Embin shook the remaining protruding parts of Cerbi back and forth in his jaws, making Cerbi nauseated. Acids splashed over her face and torso, as the action made Embin’s distended stomach sway and slursh about. More and more of the green scyther abdomen slipped inward – GLUK URLP GLP – and soon was completely removed from the outside world. The whole thing took up all available space in the vulpix muzzle, tongue lathering over it repeatedly. Embin purred before swallowing it all down in one powerful GULLLLK, it bulging his neck out and leaving dripping scyther legs hanging limply from his jaws. The scarf was just barely hanging on, the pink thing completely pressed against the bulging throat, badge displayed prominently.

Embin shook the remains of Cerbi around some more, the legs sparking to life in a series of twitches and pathetic protests. The scyther was bundled up nearly completely in the stomach, folded over herself with the head laying over the body. Cerbi’s snout was pushed up against the sphincter, feeling every swallow as more of her body was devoured. She heard an echoing GLRP! and her pudgy abdomen squeezed into the stomach with a loud slosh, head resting on it now. She moaned in pain from the awkward bending and horror from being splashed over repeatedly with stomach acids. “Please! Let me out! I’ll never hurt another pokémon again, I swear!”

Embin either couldn’t hear her, or ignored her pleads. The legs dangling from his mouth were easy to polish off. The vulpix tossed his head up and back several times. Each time, more of the green legs were slurped in and gulped down, the pair pressed together and bulging the neck out. His belly stuck out in all directions, beyond both pairs of legs and out along his sides, the bulges prominently displaying parts of a scyther. Embin worked his way down to the hind claws of Cerbi, lapping over each one in turn with a tongue, before they were encapsulated completely behind his jaws, teeth clacking shut. Cerbi whined muffled cries of protests when she felt the lack of air, struggling freely and trying to not let the vulpix complete his meal.

Embin did so in short order. With a final lick from his tongue, he threw his head back and swallowed Cerbi whole with a definitive thick GLOURRRRK! Happy sighs and lip-smacking followed while Cerbi was sloshed awkwardly about the bloated stomach, ending up upside down and coated with active stomach juices. “Urrrrp! Ahhh… One down,” Embin commented with a lick of his lips, running a paw over his distended, jostling bellyfur.

“You saved me!”

Embin gave a start that forced out another burp and grrrgle from his gut. He saw the zorua peeking out from a hiding place, looking especially grateful. “I saw you earlier! By a berry bush! Those must’ve really done the trick, huh? I’m so glad you stuck around and I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Explorer!”

“Embin,” the vulpix corrected with a small smile. “And it was no trouble at all. Got a meal out of it too, heheh.”

“Heh… My name’s Jeal. Why don’t you come rest up at my place? Got a big den not too far off.”

“Sure,” Embin nodded. “Gotta sleep this bastard off before going on after the rest of Deltoria’s gang.”

It was rough for the vulpix to waddle his way along with a stomach that dragged along the ground, its occupant struggling for a few more minutes before giving way to the glorping churns of digestion. But as promised, the zorua’s den was not far away, and it took Embin only a moment to get cozy within. He rested on his side, letting his wide, gurgling belly splay out against the ground and bloat out before him. He laid there contently, belly eagerly digesting Cerbi down into nutritious energy the vulpix would use in the coming battles ahead.

*	*	*

Embin never did fall asleep. He wasn’t exhausted from the quick fight nor the hefty meal. Instead, he and Jeal chatted idly (Embin let him do most of the talking). Over the course of the afternoon, Embin’s stomach churned and glorped, softening and shrinking. Going from prominent scyther bulges to single soft rounded paunch. Embin was able to roll onto his belly, letting it squish out every which way, a final grrrmble sounding before stopping the noise-making entirely. The vulpix had a new thin layer of fat about him, pockets of it in the belly and rump especially. More importantly, he was full of energy and gusto, and ready for the fight to come. “Alright, Jeal,” he announced, the zorua peeking his head up from his curled-up position. “You live out here. Deltoria’s been about for at least a week. Ever catch sight of where they come from?”

The zorua drummed his paws against the ground. “Well… I have noticed they always go back towards a small waterfall a little ways from here. I’ve been keeping tabs on them! It’s what I was doing when I saw you...” Jeal winced as memories were recalled. “Cerbi caught me when I was a little careless. Almost ended up her meal...”

Embin chuckled, rubbing into his soft padded belly. “You don’t have to worry about her ever again. And by the time I’m done with the other two, you’ll have nothing to worry about at all.” Embin stood and stretched, paunch sagging under him. “Come on, I want you to point out where the waterfall is. Then you’re going to come back in here and stay here, alright?”

The zorua nodded and led Embin outside. He gave brief directions and his best wishes. “Hope you rid us of her for good, Embin.” Jeal batted at the badge pinned to the vulpix’s pink scarf. “Glad an explorer like you turned up.”

“Me too. And thanks!”

Embin nodded to the zorua and took off at a steady trot in the direction of where he hoped to run into the other two. He remained in vulpix form to keep a lower profile, even if his other was faster. The vulpix, however, stood out like a sore thumb against the browns and greens of the forest, to say nothing of his pink scarf. He moved along silently, completely unaware that eyes were on him. Only when the charge happened did he freeze with ears perked. The fire type only just managed to roll to the side as a miltank barreled by him, Phae stopping on four hooves with a flick of her tail. “Well now. The pathetic explorer has decided he wanted to be a meal,” she crowed with a smug grin.

“You’re not blindsiding me this time, Phae,” Embin retorted, his own tails swishing behind him. “No sneak attacks for you to rely on. You want me, you’ll have to fight head-on!” He countered her smug grin with one of his own. “Cerbi certainly couldn’t.”

“Cerbi? What are you talking about?” Phae asked with a snort. “Been looking for that bug for hours.”

“Oh her? She’s right here!” Embin turned to the side and swayed his hips, his bellyfat swinging. “Afraid she wasn’t that good a fighter after all. But she was delicious.”

“You… you ate her?” Phae growled. She pawed a hoof along the dirt and charged, sharp horn stubs pointed right at Embin. “You’ll never leave this forest alive!”

Embin waited, then leapt straight into the air, shoving down on Phae’s head as she flew by. The miltank stumbled and ate dirt, chin sliding across the ground with her rear in the air. “I know you won’t. You and that fat butt of yours are what I’m saving for dinner!” Phae cursed and picked herself up, rounding on the taunting vulpix and charging again. Embin moved to the side to try and dodge, but the miltank anticipated and drilled her head into his side. Embin let out a gasp, the same smack that knocked him out before sending him tumbling across the ground and stopping out in the open. He tried pushing himself to his feet but a cloven hoof pushed down at the small of his back, holding him in place.

“Nice try,” Phae said, that smug grin returning. “But it looks like you’re all out of tricks. And now you’re my dinner.” Embin felt a plip of drool drop between his ears. To Phae’s surprise he looked up with a grin on his face. “What? Don’t tell me you actually wanted this?”

“Not quite. Just that you haven’t won yet.” Phae’s next question died on her lips when the vulpix underhoof suddenly shone brightly, coated in the light of evolution. She flinched away and shielded her eyes. She could see Embin’s form shifting and changing, and when the light faded, where once was a vulpix now stood a fully-grown, white-coated ninetales! Said tails seemed to have been dipped in ink, black at the tips. Otherwise it was the spitting image Embin. “Round 2!”

The ninetales thrashed his head upward, sending the shocked miltank tumbling head-over-tail onto her back. With a shout she tried pulling herself onto her hooves, only to feel a shock of pain as heavy jaws clamped down on her tail. Phae wailed when Embin, with a grunt, yanked her off the ground and swung her to the side, aiming for a nearby tree. His aim proved true, the miltank’s head slamming hard into the bark, Phae letting out a groan and laying on her back, stunned.

Embin didn’t waste any time gloating. Unlike Cerbi before, he didn’t know how effective he could be at keeping Phae unconscious. Still, the transformation and burst of power used was more than enough to make his larger belly grumble in need, and the sprawled-out miltank before him looked delectable. He loomed in front of her, looking down at her splayed form, plump rear the focus of his attention. “Dinner time!” he announced, Phae seeing the ninetales’ head whip down out of view. She barely had a chance to speak before her ropy tail felt all slimy and gross. The thick thing was slurped into the fire type’s maw, his muzzle widening to take down the doughy pokémon’s plump rear end! She felt the jaws creep over and under her butt, drool soaking her rump and tail swallowed with a quick glp.

“No… wait, stop!” Phae muttered, still woozy from the thick blow to the head. She wiggled her legs fitfully, as the rest of her rear sank into the bulging ninetales jaws. Her hind legs, stubby as they were, bent upward uncomfortably, hips swelling Embin’s cheeks as she was eaten alive. Embin lapped his tongue over Phae’s rear, pulling her forward, deeper into his maw and towards his gullet. GURLK GLP GLOOOORK ULP! The plumped-up miltank rear sank down Embin’s now-bulging neck, with her legs pressing against his cheeks and udder-dotted stomach threatening to enter next. “No, don’t eat me! I… I can’t… b-be eaten!” The smug smile was no more. Phae’s face was laced with panic instead. She couldn’t build up a charge with her body sinking down a greedy throat, and her legs were too short to be effective in stopping Embin. She was forced to watch and beg as her rounded middle began sinking into the maw properly.

Embin’s tongue was motionless, dragging across the fat body of the miltank as more of it slid into his jaws. The ninetales maw was stretched to its limit, but was handling the large prey easily. His jaws worked up and down, squeezing harshly into the soft rounded miltank middle. The udders were disappearing rapidly, pressed inward and crammed against the miltank’s own stomach. Phae squealed as she saw the last of her cream-colored belly slip into slobber-drenched jaws. Hot drool ran down to collect at the folds of her neck, making every movement Phae made feel slimy. “Please stop!” Embin only smirked up at the miltank, and continued. Her next utterance was a wail of terror, as another series of powerful GLRP, GLK, ULKs squelched her rear down into the belly. Her body was lifted up away from the tree and the ground, chest, forelegs, and head poking free. Her butt pushed down on the stomach, sagging it out, Embin uttering a purr of satisfaction.

Phae could reach Embin’s head at this point, sinking downward into his slobbering maw a bit at a time. She tried beating at the muzzle with cloven hooves, only for Embin to audibly chuckle through the weak protests. Embin stretched his jaws out, Phae seeing lines of drool connecting the roof of his glistening maw down to her pudgy neck. With a spare paw, Embin forced one hoof, then the other, into the jaws. Then he clamped shut with a smug smile of his own, leaving naught but Phae’s head poking free. “P-p-please, Mr. Explorer. You can let me go! I promise to n-never harm a pokémon again! I-I’ll even tell you where Deltoria is!” Embin kept that grin on his lips, and slowly shook his head. GLUP URK GLP GLURP! Phae shrieked when her descent became a lot more sudden. Her chin felt the bottom jaw line press up into it, head pointed straight out. Slimy drool drizzled over the top of her head and jaws forced her ears back, making them hear nothing but Embin’s breathing and the powerful GULPs devouring her alive.

“N-n-no stop stop stop don’t eat me nooo!” she squealed, muzzle and snout the only things sticking out past ninetales lips. Her last cry was silenced when that muzzle was slurped inward, Embin’s cheeks bulging with the meaty miltank head settled on his tongue. His neck and belly was positively bloating with the body of Phae, swishing her head about and using his mostly-idle tongue to lap up against her face. He heard every last wail from Phae before shutting her up with a squelching slimy ULLLLLLLLK! The terrified expression on Phae’s face pressed out in the ninetales’ neck fur, squeezing down and vanishing into his stomach. The resounding slorsh made the ninetales belch immediately, the distended sagging belly swaying with Phae’s entrance.

Embin stood on all fours and panted with his many tails swaying gingerly at the delicious meal, hearing the stomach already beginning to digest the second of Deltoria’s gang. He ran his tongue up and over exposed teeth before smacking his lips and taking a seat, letting his squirming belly sprawl. “Delightful,” Embin muttered, pressing his paws into the squirming, crying mass of miltank that was his stomach. It slorshed and chrrrrrn’d noisily, and the ninetales couldn’t be more pleased. He looked to the sky just as the sun was setting and decided it was time for sleep. Embin’s ninetales form was far more predisposed to laziness, and that coupled with a big meal made him settle on the spot, resting over top his expanded stomach to rest. Embin’s legs lay askew over his fattened-up form, the muffled squeals from the devoured pokémon lulling him to sleep. Embin was out not long after, tails drooped and laying against his grumbling gut, a leg twitching here or there. Phae got out a few muffled curses that soon sounded like she sank underwater, and before long the forest was filled with the sounds of the fat pokémon’s digestion. Embin licked his lips in his sleep, dreaming of the aftertaste that he was actually experiencing.

*	*	*

The next morning arrived in an instant for Embin. The dreams were pleasant and the act of completely digesting away the miltank knocked him out cold. He found himself on his back, having only six tails again. The vulpix stretched and yawned loudly, wriggling on his back. The motion resulted in the pudgy paunch on his stomach Phae left behind jiggling back and forth. Her chubby form left more behind than the scyther did, leaving Embin with more to carry than he was accustomed to. That didn’t stop him, however, from rolling onto all fours, a meager glrn bubbling from his well-worked stomach as it sloshed to a stop.

He took a few minutes to collect his thoughts and gain his bearings. Before being interrupted by the miltank, he was headed… north! Jeal had said Deltoria’s hideaway in the forest was at the localized waterfall, so the vulpix kept his ears peeled for the sounds of rushing water. He hoped she was still there and didn’t bump up her timetable on invading the town. It’d be a long trek back, and the last thing Embin wanted was to let any other innocents become pokémon pudge.

Embin continued along through the morning, an hour going by with no signs of the waterfall anywhere. As time wore on Embin grew more and more tempted to transform back into ninetales. Not only could he travel faster, but he could probably get the drop on Deltoria.

“No,” he scoffed at himself. “No way someone like her gets surprised, no matter which form I show up as… Gonna need all my strength to use against her anyway. Blasted water types...” Embin mentally pawed over several potential strategies. His ace in the hole, he reminded himself, was that Deltoria did not know that he could evolve at will. It saved his hide in the fight with Phae. No doubt it would come in handy against Deltoria. With her overt advantages, he needed every advantage he could muster.

The vulpix wished he crossed another berry bush along the way, but he had no such luck. He wasn’t precisely starving given his recent meals, but he’d take any other source of energy he could find. And the last thing he wanted to do before a fight is show up as hungry as he was in their first encounter. Embin’s thoughts drifted more towards food, knowing that if… when… he won, he’d enjoy a primarina meal. “Maybe more,” he chuckled with a lick of his lips. She’d deserve it, he coaxed himself, and a pokémon always had other needs to sate beyond hunger.

His thoughts continued drifting up until his ears perked at the sound of rushing water. Embin stopped and sniffed at the air. “Oh yeah, it’s definitely nearby,” he mused, head on a swivel until he could detect where it was. With multiple senses on the case the vulpix continued onward, scarf and badge bouncing against his gait as he drew closer. Then the waterfall came into view not 100 yards away: It wasn’t the mightiest thing, a leap most could survive easily. And perched atop that waterfall, letting it wash over her body, was the primarina herself. “Deltoria,” Embin growled, slouching and sneaking forward. The sounds of the water slapping down into the pool below would surely help mask his presence, and– 

“About time you showed,” Deltoria’s voice purred out suddenly. Embin flinched and poked his head out, cover apparently blown. “I told you to return last night. What kept you…?” Deltoria glanced down below and saw not a scyther nor a miltank, but a familiar vulpix. “It’s you!”

Embin cursed under his breath. The primarina, of course, was expecting her gang, not him. “It’s me,” he announced, standing before the pool and waterfall alike. “I’m afraid your underlings won’t ever be coming back.”

Deltoria uttered out a flowery laugh. “Is that a fact? Don’t tell me that puny form of yours managed to take care of them?” She continued to chortle up until the vulpix shook his butt up at her, fanning his tails.

“You bet I did. Roasted scyther and meaty miltank,” he called up with a bark of a laugh of his own. “This is all that’s left of them!” Deltoria’s smile faded. She shifted and dove forward, not at Embin, but down into the pool. Embin spun and watched the primarina vanish, then emerge from beneath the water elegantly, lower half still in the water, upper flowing up to the edge and looming over the explorer. Embin stood his ground, paws planted.

“So,” she realized, gritting teeth and dripping in water. “You’ve decided that you wanted to die today, is that it? I warned you what would happen if we ever saw you again.” A large flipper swiped down at Embin, slapping him across the face. His cheek pinked up and eyes watered from the sting, but he managed to stand firm. “I guess you want to suffer. I think a week would be appropriate for someone who did the things you did.”

“It’s funny,” Embin shot back, “Phae prattled on with the same garbage. Now she’s fat. Just like you’re gonna be.” That got another laugh from Deltoria.

“That so? Well, guess you’ll just have to win if you want me for a meal!” Embin didn’t let Deltoria get another word in. He leapt several feet back and spat out a gout of flame at the water type. Deltoria didn’t so much as flinch as the flame was strewn across her face. When the fire vanished, she remained smiling, not so much as a hair unscathed. “Really?” Her grin bared teeth when she spread her flippers wide, a shimmering bright blue ball of water materializing over her head. Embin growled and darted off to the side, knowing all-too-well that this battle would be an uphill one.

“Running now? After you discovered the shocking truth that water beats fire?” A playful tittering laugh rang in Embin’s ears when the orb blasted straight for him. He attempted to cut back towards the woods, but slipped on a wet rock by the water. The blast hit him head-on, soaking Embin to the bone and sending him splashing into the pool. Deltoria clapped her flippers together once and dove into the water, tailfin slipping out and in in a single fluid motion. She spied the struggling vulpix breaking the surface, Embin taking a deep breath. He desperately paddled for shore when he felt a sharp tug against his tails, yanking him back below. He got only half a breath before dipping under, the primarina dragging him downward with her teeth. She casually tossed him about in the water, sending him end over end and leaving him to hang limp beneath the surface. “Honestly,” a bubbly chuckle echoed through the water, “what was your plan here?”

Embin growled out bubbles as he righted himself and fled for the surface once more. Deltoria yawned, padding her muzzle with a flipper, watching him go. The vulpix broke the surface once more and gasped for air, swallowing some water and hacking it up desperately.

“Okay, can’t wait any longer. I gotta– hurk!” The thick blue coils of Deltoria’s tail snagged around his lower half and yanked him under. The next instant his muzzle was pressed right up against her snout.

“Do you know what the body does when it almost drowns?” she threatened quietly. “It’s horrible. Guess what you’re going to be subjected to endlessly for the next month?” A slow grin sprawled over her face. Embin shivered, and she felt it. Despite his preparation, that fate was one the vulpix did not want to experience.

Alright. Ace in the hole. Embin shimmered under the waters, suddenly bathed in evolutionary light once more. Deltoria growled and tried holding her coils tight, but she couldn’t hold back the growth Embin was experiencing. When the light faded, she had in her coils a much bigger ninetales, his namesake billowing all about behind him. Bubbles raced from the ninetales’ maw as he spread his jaws wide and shot forth a much stronger gout of fire than before. The resulting stream of steam and bubbles disoriented Deltoria just enough to loosen her already-impaired grip on Embin, letting him swim free as she waved flippers in front of her face.

Embin breached the surface and leapt out of the pool, sopping wet, fur matted, scarf dripping. He panted heavily as he witnessed Deltoria’s distorted form beneath the waves, the primarina surfacing and swiveling to find where he went. When their eyes locked, she glowered. “So, this is what happened to the others. You can evolve at will.” Her eyes narrowed, grinning. “But water can always quench a flame, no matter how tall it may rise.”

Embin bared his teeth in a growl of his own. “Keep telling yourself that.” Deltoria bore witness to the ninetales’ jaws widening again. She braced for any amount of fire coming her way, readying a counterattack of her own. She leaned her head back and shot forth a pillar of water straight for the fire type. But no flame was there to meet it. Embin leapt to the side and cut loose with his fire, the flames licking all around the primarina about the pool. Fire met the water’s surface, filling the air with a cacophony of sizzling. Deltoria’s own attack added to the air, gobs of water evaporating in the sudden blazing spinning fire surrounding her. Embin’s flames soared to the sky and vanished, leaving the entire area soaked in a dense fog. The ninetales’ ears were perked forward, ignoring all but the sounds of Deltoria.

He didn’t have to listen long. Water splashed and swirled, masking the primarina’s movements. Embin caught sight of her only by a rush of air from above the pokémon diving straight for him! He snapped his jaws up at Deltoria, catching nothing but air, the primarina crashing her body weight down on the ninetales against the earth. There was no more cheekiness to her expression and no more laughter. Her face was bent, twisted into one of contorted rage, scorch marks dotting her face and flippers. With a throaty yell Deltoria snagged Embin’s tails up in her own and flung him straight over the pool and crashing into the waterfall.

The ninetales gasped and slunk down into the water along with the rest from above, once more finding himself beneath the surface. It wasn’t as foggy below, but vision was still impaired for the likes of him with all the heated bubbles and steam floating about. The debris did nothing to stop Deltoria, though, the primarina weaving through the water and binding her entire body around his own, keeping him under. “Tell you what,” she snarled, “let’s skip the ‘almost’ part of drowning.”

Embin acked with the thin end of Deltoria’s tail writhing around his neck. He fought desperately but found himself immobilized. Between the primarina’s grasp and the waterfall pounding down from above, he was stuck. What can I do? he wondered wildly. She can see plain as day under here and all I can do is… is…! It was already hot as a hot tub beneath the waters. Water types could deal with the wetness.

But could they take the heat?

Embin spouted fire. He did so again and again. All that he could muster with what air he had left. Deltoria directed his flames everywhere but on her, tail tip forcing his head to aim elsewhere. She thought herself safe from his futile efforts. “Worthless!” she cackled with a lick of her lips. “Once you’re lungs are full of water, I’m gonna feast!” Her ensuing laughter, however, morphed into a shriek of pain as the small pool began to boil all about her. Embin spat out his last ember before he clacked his jaws shut, fighting every instinct to draw a breath. He writhed and wriggled as the shrieking primarina tried to keep a death grip on him. But the boiling water type couldn’t take it any longer. She scrambled to the surface carrying Embin with her, diving up out of the scalding pool and splatting messily against the earth, panting limply as the hot water dripped off her.

The first thing Embin did was take several deep gulps of air when the surface broke. He wasn’t phased by the water at all, but his lungs were figuratively ablaze. Deltoria had forgotten about the ninetales for the moment, most nerves alight from the burning water all over her soft sensitive skin. The ninetales shook himself dry, most fur still dripping and his scarf soaked. He straddled over the panting primarina and planted a paw on each of her flippers, breathing heavily and glaring down at the defeated pokémon.

“Wh-what...” Deltoria whimpered, staring up at the victorious ninetales. “What are you gonna do to me?” The panting pokémon licked his lips noisily, splashing some drool over her. “You’re not… actually going to eat me, are you? E-Explorer?”

Embin shook his head and slurped his tongue back in, grinning. “Going to humiliate you. After all, you deserve it.” The primarina looked confused up at Embin, until he turned around, still straddling the water type. Deltoria was forced to stare up at the ninetales’ rump. Specifically, what was twitching between his legs under all his raised tails. She suddenly felt his snout snuffling down at her exposed snatch, the netherlips twitching when he dragged his tongue across it with a murr.

“Y-you can’t!” she squeaked, too hurt to move, unable to turn away from the emerging red shaft pulsating above her snout. She could smell the musk emanating from it, Embin working himself up by playing with her pussy, teasing and tasting it, only pulling away when he was fully hard, the tip bobbing against Deltoria’s nose. He rounded again, tails swishing, and stood above her properly once more.

“Oh I can. And I’m going to,” he sneered, settling down on top of the wet steaming primarina body. She felt the turgid cocktip glide over her lips back and forth, the water type tensing for what she knew was coming. She felt heat radiate from the horny ninetales’ body, adding more stinging to her sensitive, burned body. “O-oohhhh...” he grunted, going in dry, thick cock squeezing in with a shlck. He hilted her instantly, making Deltoria squeal in shock and pant as her vagina was instantly packed with penis. Embin rotated his hips around, furry balls jostling around, stretching the primarina’s snatch out in every direction. She cringed and moaned, the dry entrance rough on the water type.

Embin began humping in earnest, using Deltoria’s body as a cushion, driving his member as far into her as it would go. Balls met the blue tail of the primarina, hips squished harshly, furry rear jostled through the ordeal. Embin stared straight down at a shocked Deltoria all throughout, occasionally licking his chops but mostly letting his jaws hang open in pure pleasure. The throbbing cock speared deep into her vagina and pressed against the edge of her womb, the walls only starting to slicken and squeeze against the invading shaft as the minutes wore on. “A-ahh yeah, Deltoria. This is what you get.” The resounding schlk, slp, sqsh of their sexes combining reverberated around them, kept private by the churning waterfall noises continuing to power on.

Deltoria’s tailfin flicked feebly as she was fucked, doing nothing but wasting what little energy she had to use. The rest was stolen from the ninetales that was actively rutting her senseless, the bulge of his dick showing in her every time he humped deeply. “Pl-please don’t,” she whined, feeling every hump and thrust and pulsation of his cock. Embin only went faster as the journey was slickened. His cock was oozing pre and Deltoria was starting to get wet, giving the ninetales much more lubrication to work with. The squelching sounds of sex picked up in speed along with him, Embin’s hips bouncing up and down as he humped deep into the primarina over and over again.

Minutes ticked away blissfully for Embin and tortuously for Deltoria. He held off from blowing his load for as long as he could, the ninetales not caring one iota about what Deltoria felt. She writhed under his large pinning body, doing whatever she could to stop him, but it was no use. Embin’s breathing quickened, panting rapidly, until a knot formed at the base of his cock, completely plugging Deltoria up. She squealed at the sudden widening, and Embin tipped his head back and howled. His ballsack contracted and dick throbbed loudly, pumping gob after gob of his fiery cum deep within the primarina. Deltoria squirmed and whined, feeling the heated jizz fill her out and then some, spurts of cum squeezing out around the knot in thin, viscous strands, decorating the nearby ground and her tail with Embin’s semen. The fire type thrust to each fresh splurt of cum, flooding the female’s nethers and more, until his orgasm finally subsided. He collapsed over Deltoria, making her groan in pain as he pressed against her sensitive skin. One last shot of cum fired from his cock, before his knot softened and his member wormed out, a flood of his cum following it out.

He laid there a moment, recovering, and smelling the delightful scent of cooked water type. Deltoria tried in vain to push him off, stuffed to the brim with his jizz, unable to so much as budge the ninetales. After a couple minutes, he finally sat up, all nine tails swishing about in pleasure. “At least… it’s over now,” Deltoria breathed, mostly to herself.

“Not quite,” Embin cut in. To her horror, she looked up and saw the ninetales licking and smacking his lips, belly growling loudly before her. “I never said I wasn’t going to eat you. Now you’ll suffer the same fate that you put so many others through. And you’ll never darken a pokémon’s day again. Besides,” he said with a twitch of his snout, another belly growl escaping. “You smell positively succulent. Primarina with a hint of singe? Once in a lifetime opportunity to devour.”

“No!” she exclaimed, bringing her flippers up to shield her body. “Y-you can’t eat me! Don’t eat me!” She clenched her eyes and looked away, and to her surprise she felt the weight of the ninetales lift off her! For a fleeting moment, she thought herself spared, until a loud chomp was heard and the primarina felt hot drool oozing over her flippers. When she opened her eyes, she found the flippers shoulder-deep in Embin’s mouth, the grinning ninetales actively drooling down her. “NOOOO!!!”

Embin’s response was a sharp slap to Deltoria’s face, silencing her, just like she did to him when their battle began. Deltoria stared in horror, watching her flippers suckled and tasted, feeling them compress together and get driven down the gullet with a loud GLRP ringing in her ears. “Don’t eat me! PLEASE!” she wailed, just as her muzzle started to slip into the wide-open maw of the fire type. Her eyes took in every detail, from the thick drooling tongue slipping under her chin, to the glistening pink gullet where her flippers were actively being swallowed into, and the heated breath from the panting Embin, who was clearly enjoying her flavor. “No no no no no– HMMPH!!!” The jaws clacked shut, Embin swallowing with a meaty GLUP, Deltoria’s head sinking down his furry neck.

Embin took his sweet time devouring the primarina. With her flippers and head down his gullet, he worked on slurping in her wavy mane, pearls and all. She couldn’t stop squealing and pleading for mercy, feeling every squelching squeeze of the muscles around her ushering the primarina closer and closer to that stomach. Hearing every slurp devouring more of her hair, then moving on to the shoulders. GLRK! SLRRRRRRP GLK ULP! SLURSH! Her flippers sank into the stomach ahead, splashing through stomach fluids, with her head not far behind. The reeking scent of the ninetales’ belly, with hints of miltank and scyther, buffeted her senses and made her eyes water. Embin grinned when the primarina screamed, her head sluicing into the stomach and acids feeling particularly stinging against her burnt skin.

Her smooth white middle was easy for Embin to eat. He slithered his tongue all over it as more and more sank between his jaws. His belly began to swell, already swaying back and forth as Deltoria fought like mad to get free. The white furry thing sank against the edge of her tail, the primarina realizing this and shrieking once more. When the tailfin was clear, Embin took a seat and let his tails swish along the ground, belly distending further and further with each resounding swallow. Eventually the furry gut pancaked against the ground, swelling out to the sides, a thick slrrrrr-glorp gulping down Deltoria’s soft belly, her thick blue tail beginning to get devoured.

Drool drizzled down the wet primarina’s tail freely, Embin chewing and slurping all over the meatiest part of his meal. Just as he worked over the pink spikes around her rear, Deltoria cried out in terror: Her last meager line of defense was devoured, and she was ninetales’ meal for sure at that point. She was scrunching up into a curved pattern in the rapidly-distending pokémon stomach, having no room at all to move as more of her serpentine form was squelched inward. Embin’s belly grumbled eagerly as it was sated once more, leaving him to play and taste the primarina as he pleased. His tongue slipped over her spent snatch, teasing the pussy lips some, but Embin largely ignored them altogether. Deltoria cringed, feeling the lips pressed in from all sides, a slimy GLCK swallowing the water type down further.

The primarina tail flicked feebly, almost serving to fan the ninetales, further drying him off. Not that he cared. The bulk of his meal was done, but he wasn’t in a hurry, working his jaws up and down against the edge of Deltoria’s body. Her wails and moans grew more muffled by the moment, the primarina’s stamina running low from the fighting, fucking, and now devouring and digestion. Her tail flicks grew less potent, Embin gleefully folding the fanned-out part against the heart-shaped tip and suckling it in. The last of the primarina disappeared with a resounding schlurrrrp, the ninetales’ lips pursed out a moment, cheeks bulging wide. Deltoria whined and felt that tailtip swished around Embin’s mouth, her heart sinking as her ultimate defeat and humiliation was almost complete. Rising acids churned all about her, not even waiting for Embin to complete his meal. The primarina’s last squeals were muffled not just by Embin’s body, but fluids as well, the pokémon shrieking as the last of her tail was devoured. Embin swallowed Deltoria whole with a final sloppy GLOURURRRRRK, head pointed to the sky,  his neck’s bulges filtering away with the primarina fully compacted into his wide, churning stomach.

“OORRRRRUUUUUUUP! Ahhhh, fantastic,” Embin churred, letting his tongue hang loose as he rubbed his paws forcefully into his malleable gut. Mumbled moans of despair mingled with the churning glrrrrrrgle sounds from within, and soon the latter were all that were heard. There was no more threat: Deltoria and her evil gang were completely destroyed, with the leader herself digesting away in Embin the Explorer’s belly. He slowly rolled onto his back, one last bubble-filled whine singing from his belly as it sagged over either side of him. He fell asleep near the waterfall, the powerful gurgles and groans from his gut the only thing he could hear as he drifted off to sleep.

*	*	*

Embin peeked his eyes open some time later. He was no longer in the forest, but rather on a soft bed. He looked down at himself: A vulpix once more, but sporting the pudgiest paunch he ever did have, with more packed away on his vulpine rump. He sighed contently, running a paw over his soft, furry belly, a small belch escaping. When he turned his head to the side, he saw Jeal sitting nearby with a smile. “You did it!”

“Yep!” the vulpix crowed with a yawn, stretching out every toe of his paws in the process. “How’d I end up back here though?”

“Me!” the zorua chirped proudly. “I couldn’t just stay safe in my den while you went to fight Deltoria all on your own. So I came to the town to look for help! Everyone was too scared though… So I came after you alone!” Jeal beamed, then blushed. “I mean, not that I could do much against someone like her, but it didn’t matter because by the time I got there, all I found was you! Well… A ninetales that looked a lot like you! All fat and content with your belly bubbling away and a familiar-sounding voice begging from inside.” He leaned forward and winked. “I helped her alright. By doing this.” He rubbed a paw over Embin’s soft paunch. The vulpix smirked. “She didn’t care too much for that. But after teasing her some I brought you here.”

Embin yawned and chuckled. “Well I’m impressed someone your size managed it.”

“It got easier when you, uhm… de-evolved?” Jeal tilted his head. “I thought you just managed to evolve as part of the fight or something. Though I guess you work kinda different, huh?”

“You could say that,” Embin smiled. “Thanks for coming to get me. I admit it was rough in some parts, but even Deltoria couldn’t mess with this explorer.” He tapped the badge and scarf still obediently dangling from his neck.

“The whole town’s waiting for you to wake up, you know,” Jeal pressed on. “Thanks to me, they know you’re the one that got rid of the plague that was Deltoria and her gang. They’re wanting to throw a whole celebration in your honor! And reward you handsomely of course. You probably saved everyone, because if you hadn’t shown up, who knew how many those pokémon would’ve taken...”

“Are they, now? Heh.” Embin stretched once more and rolled out of the bed, landing on all fours. “Well, I won’t keep them waiting. And neither will you.”

“Me?” The zorua blinked. “Why would they be waiting for me?”

“You helped take the gang down after all. Granted, mostly by just not getting eaten or getting in the way,” Embin laughed, and winked. “But you were a big help nevertheless, Jeal. You scouted their position, and nearly became a meal for your troubles. An explorer never forgets the kind, brave actions of another.” The vulpix headed for the stairs, peeking over his shoulder back at Jeal. “So, you ready to be a hero too?”

“Oh… a-alright then!” Jeal managed, scampering after the fire type, both set to face the cheers and celebrations to follow.