Of Autumn Meals and Swift Comeuppance
By Lutro
Crunch, crunch, crunch. The afternoon was bright and sunny, deceptively-so, with the cloudless skies giving false hope to anyone expecting a super warm day. The chilly autumn afternoon didn’t phase Vulpix one bit, though: The toasty fire type sported a thick fur coat and, in a pinch, could heat the world around her. But she had no such intention, as she found the fallen leaves much more fun to stomp and crinkle beneath her four paws instead of burning them to cinders. Vulpix galloped gaily through the various piles of leaves in the wooded area she called home. Winter was due weeks from now and the pokémon was fully prepared for the inclement weather, so she burned away her time by frolicking and playing. She was a gentle, kind pokémon who never so much as raised her voice to another, and experienced little conflict overall. The woods were home to her and to others, the residents comprising of varying types, and Vulpix was friends to most. Vulpix giggled when she dove into a particularly large pile of leaves, disappearing entirely before climbing out with bits of the dead foliage stuck in her tails.

Vulpix’s day was certainly off to a good start! She romped and made her presence known to all in the vicinity without worry. This usually wrought nothing perilous to the carefree pokémon. It wasn’t until later that afternoon, after a fair bit of play and exploring, did Vulpix get a sudden onset of… something. She couldn’t quite place it. Nevertheless, at that moment the fire type’s ears perked up and her snout worked, fidgeting and sniffing the crisp autumn air for an answer to that bubbling feeling of unease creeping into her consciousness. The playful pokémon brushed it off and continued plodding onward, but it would resurge every minute or so, pulling the Vulpix from her games and forcing her to consider her surroundings. After some time crunching along the leaf-covered grounds of the woods, she put a thought to those feelings: She couldn’t help shake the idea that she was being watched!

Vulpix didn’t know who or what was allegedly spying on her, or even why. As far as she knew it could be as innocent as a pidgey perched on some distant tree, or as dangerous as a charizard in the skies sizing up potential snacks. Ever the optimist, Vulpix elected on the former, but she still kept somewhat-closer to her surroundings as she ventured onward.

A pair of cold, calculating eyes witnessed Vulpix’s every move from afar. Crouched down on all fours and hidden behind a large, fall-colored bush, the silent watcher observed the happy-go-lucky pokémon skip along through her territory. A powerful pair of tails flicked behind the observing pokémon as she remained crouched on all fours, only setting out to move when the vulpix was a good distance away. Though much faster in water, a floatzel could really book it across dry land if the need arose, and this one was no exception. The large water type crept forward, taking care to not give her position away by stepping over dead leaves. She was dozens of yards away from the vulpix but kept her in sight, even when it was obvious that the water type was suspecting something amiss. Floatzel played it cool, this not being the first time she’s hunted for supper. She licked her lips and settled behind a tree, just before the vulpix could turn and catch the water type in the act of stalking. Chancing another peek, Floatzel confirmed that she wasn’t going to let the fox pokémon escape. She looked positively delicious, and was pleasantly plump to boot. Floatzel quickly, silently licked her lips and strode forward, nearly crawling to blend in with the red-orange foliage about her.

The vulpix was beginning to regret not turning back and heading for home sooner. But the day was still so young, and she didn’t want to be cooped up in her den while she still had somewhat-nice weather to explore in! She blew out a breath, blowing out her mild frustrations, and halted. This wasn’t fun anymore. Her mind kept diverting its attention away from the exploration and adventure and back to the nagging feelings that kept creeping up. Vulpix stood in place and furrowed her brow, all six tails swishing about of their own accord. After a few minutes of internal deliberation, she decided it’d be for the best if she turned back and headed for home. The fire type stretched, and started to turn around. And it was at that very moment that something leapt through the air and pounced her to the ground in one swift motion!

Floatzel blinked, laying completely still among the leaves. She was still a good distance away from her quarry, and was bracing herself for a quick and dirty fight: Floatzel was too far away from cover to hide, but she’d figured that she’d have the edge in any sort of battle before overtaking the vulpix. But just as the fox pokémon was about to lay eyes on her, there was a flash of blue off from the side! She lifted her head to get a clearer view, and snarled: The vulpix cried out in shock as she was held down by two blue-furred hands, the sleek form of a suicune posing dominantly over her catch! The suicune’s breasts jiggled to a stop as her tail flicked eagerly from side to side, purple mane flowing when a stiff breeze sent leaves skittering along the ground. Floatzel couldn’t believe it! She’d been stalking the vulpix all this time, only for Suicune to collect on her hard work! The water type marched forward a few steps, then stopped herself, instead moving to the side for cover. While she was completely confident she could take on a fire type in a fair fight, going one on one with a suicune was another matter. She’d bide her time, quietly processing this turn of events as she watched the victorious suicune lick her long tongue over the furry face of the quivering vulpix.

The pinned fox pokémon let out a whimper, the usually-warm fire type feeling the icy-cold wind buffet her face, pierced through thanks to the help of rapidly cooling saliva matting her fur down. She tried to manage a fire attack, but a quick backhanded slap from the predatory suicune put an end to that, the vulpix dazed. She knew she was being watched! And now vulpix was trapped, Suicune’s looming form keeping her pinned. The water type was on her hands and feet, with the former pressing to Vulpix’s chest, and the latter settling on either side of her captured meal. Suicune brought her maw down again and slurped greedily, this time over the well-fed belly of Vulpix. The fire type squealed out in terror, forelegs pinned, hinds kicking through the air in desperation, tails erratic and flapping every which way. Despite the feeble efforts, Suicune kept her held nice and tight. That was, until the suicune’s hands gripped hard to her sides and pulled her up off the ground.

Suicune, whose rump was formerly in the air while bent over, now straightened out with the fire type in her grip the six tails dangling limply towards the ground. She rose back up to her natural stance, her flowing purple mane resting down her back and tickling her ribbon-like tails. She gave Vulpix absolutely no doubt what she was going to do with the captured vixen that moment, Suicune’s jaws spreading wide open before the dazed fire type. The suicune exhaled an “aahhhh”, Vulpix seeing the hot breath waft over her, leaving a stale odor in her snout. Vulpix squirmed and cried out for help, thrashing her head around, Suicune feeling every slight protest between clenching fingers, as the fox’s head was brought towards a gaping suicune maw. All the while, Floatzel watched in shock, seeing the squealing vulpix head shoved into the ravenous jaws of the suicune and practically hearing the mewling sounds of pleasure emanate from the other water type.

Vulpix’s cry quelled to a whimper when her whole head was devoured into the dripping suicune jaws, her muzzle already poking at the back of the throat. Vulpix’s hind legs continued to kick and struggle, hitting nothing but air as they’ve done this whole time. Suicune licked and slurped greedily across Vulpix’s chest fur, eyes narrowed at the back half of the still-visible fire type, seeing those legs kick and forepaws – still poking from her lips – grip and fidget uselessly. Suicune slipped her tongue up between foreleg and body, immersing her tongue in the spicy vulpix flavor and smearing saliva in its wake. Vulpix was left with one eye open, the other glued shut by drool, when her head suddenly thrust down into the pitch-black Suicune gullet. The throat gripped tightly and pulled, Suicune taking her first lengthy swallow of her vixen meal. Vulpix’s forepaws disappeared past the lips, with her stomach parking atop that tongue in the jaws and forcing her hindlegs to protrude outward, with no more leverage to protest. The fire type’s many tails weakly flicked back and forth as she vainly wriggled her hips to try and pull herself free. Suicune smirked around her meal, her tongue sinking deep into the chubby vulpix’s belly fur and rolling her eyes at the taste. With her hand, the water type pressed up under Vulpix’s tails and against that furry exposed rear, squeezing and teasing the nearly-devoured fire type. Suicune got the response she was after: Whimpering muffled cries emanating from the bulging vulpix muzzle in her neck and more fruitless squirms that only served to spread that flavor of vulpix belly across her entire maw. Perfect.

Suicune licked and tasted Vulpix for a couple more moments, with one hand on her hip and the other on the fire type’s rump. Once she got a good solid amount of flavor, she pushed her hand back, taking gulp after gulp, the wet sounds torturing Vulpix on her way further down the gullet. Each wet slurping swallow drove another dagger of terror into Vulpix’s heart, the noises of a bubbling stomach growing nearer with every throat pulsation. Suicune’s eyes rolled, her tongue peeling line after line through the fire type’s fur. She peeled her fingers away from the engulfed rear, trills of saliva at her fingertips as she smacked and worked her jaws around her meal. The tip of her tongue plastered up against the edge of her prey’s belly, while the rest of hit flattened out and remained plastered to the flavorful fox. Suicune didn’t care that her lips were leaking drool or how uncouth she looked, sitting down with her legs splayed out before her as she continued eating Vulpix alive. The thick, bumpy bulge of the fire type squirmed and squealed in muffled pleadings, Suicune’s neck and spot between her breasts bulging delightfully with pokémon. The vulpix was enveloped completely in the throat muscles, hardly feeling the intense sticky warmth of the maw on her belly or butt, face mashed and pressured on all sides uncomfortably. And the suicune couldn’t care less, flicking her head back and pressing with her tongue to swallow again.

Floatzel watched from a distance, seeing those flicking vulpix tails gradually slip between pleasured suicune lips. She seethed and gritted her teeth, watching her meal slip into the jaws of some undeserved pokémon. Floatzel’s anger grew the less of the vulpix she could see, the fire type almost nothing but bulges along Suicune’s chest, neck, and cheeks now. The initial shock of seeing the fox pokémon shoved into the suicune maw was wearing off, the overwhelming anger quickly overtaking the Floatzel. But even those feelings paled in comparison to what the fire type herself was feeling. Vulpix wasn’t even aware of what her tails were doing anymore, stuck drawing in short, rapid breaths, feeling her heart pound in her chest as she was eaten alive. Suicune uttered a combination of a growl and a purr, her tongue swiping along the backside of the vulpix for one final taste. Only after giving Vulpix a good long tongue bath did Suicune decide to complete her meal. All three of the pokémon heard the slithery slurp of Vulpix’s tails, saliva flecking out past pursed lips when Suicune swished what was left of Vulpix about in her jaws. The suicune pressed her hands against the ground on either side of her and threw her head back. Her eyes clenched before swallowing the vulpix whole in a wet, squelching swallow that Floatzel heard loud and clear. The spying water typed watched as a squirming, crying Vulpix bulge rapidly sank down the sleek suicune’s torso. Vulpix’s cries only accomplished the act of slightly masking the anticipatory growls of the stomach she was fast-approaching, the fire type pressed up hard against the belly’s entrance. In the next instant there was a muffled slurrrch, Vulpix squeezed into Suicune’s belly in rapid succession. Suicune uttered out a rumbling belch as her furry belly distended a great deal, it sloshing and swaying to a slow stop and sagging outward and between her splayed legs. Suicune sighed, smacking her chops and gingerly running her hand over the belly that bulged out a fair ways past her breasts, already burbling and sounding off the ignition of digestion.

Vulpix was shivering despite the heated interior of the water type’s belly. She found herself instantly awash in currently-dormant stomach fluids and gobs of saliva coating her entire body. Her snout was pressed to her belly, the vulpine curled into a fetal position and unable to budge an inch. Stuck in complete darkness her hearing sharpened, but over the belly noises all she could hear were the sounds of a satisfied predator, sighing and licking her lips loudly and lewdly. The vulpix whimpered, trying to flick her tails but having no room: Her once-gorgeous tails splayed askew every which way in the tight, massaging chamber, with her hind legs hanging over her head and angled awkwardly. Vulpix mewled and whined, trying her best to get any signal to the outside world and squirming pitifully. But whatever ruckus she caused was easily outdone by the eager Suicune stomach taking charge and grumbling ominously all about her. Suicune herself reveled in the fire type’s filling and aftertaste. She ran her hand over the bulging belly again and again, pausing every so often to let the squirming protrusion sink between her fingers and tingle at the vibrations from the growling stomach. She’d push inward at particularly distinct bulges, licking her top lip and smirking when she got a resulting cry of panic from her devoured meal. Suicune had had a lovely meal, and was having far too much fun reveling in the feeling of being so full, and enjoying tormenting the vulpix that was due to digest away and become nothing but nutrients for the sleek water type.

It was the last meal that the suicune would ever get to enjoy. 

The larger water type was far too engrossed and relaxed from her vulpine meal to listen to a creeping instinct niggling away in the recesses of her mind. The same instinct that had failed Vulpix failed Suicune! She failed to hear a sudden rustle of leaves along the ground, or the steady rhythm of a quadruped running, getting closer. Her eyes and ears were all about her large squirming belly, both hands rubbing sensually over the distended stomach. Had she been more on guard, the legendary pokémon would have had no trouble dealing with most threats. But Floatzel had the element of surprise. With a cry of rage Floatzel sprung, closing the last several feet through the air and pounding against a shocked Suicune’s chest with both forepaws. The 70+ pound sea weasel pokémon piled onto her target, Suicune’s breath leaving her in a rush as the entire weight of the floatzel thrust itself onto her chest and already-compact belly. Floatzel settled atop Suicune, her forepaws quickly sinking up her shoulders and eventually resting on her upper arms. She straddled Suicune’s soft, squirming belly, her hindlegs dangling around either side of it, unable to reach the ground due to the size of the bulge. But Floatzel didn’t care: Her own weight kept Suicune in check!

Suicune stared up confused at the aggressive floatzel. The smaller water type was staring down, eyes glittering in rage… and hunger. The larger water type’s chest heaved in short quick spurts, trying to recover a breath that was just not coming back. Suicune tried to reach up, but Floatzel, feeling the movement, pressed down hard with a venomous growl, pricks of pain firing down Suicune’s arms in the process. Floatzel bared her teeth, drool sliding off quivering lips and dripping all over Suicune’s face. The floatzel was definitely angry, but that was fed only half by her frustrations at her prey being swiped out from under her. The other half exuded from the hunger she felt. Her belly was pressed against the much bulgier belly of the suicune. As such, the well-fed water type felt the ominous grumblings as much as she heard them. Still quivering for air, her eyes shot open wide, matching the action of the floatzel’s jaws. They seemed to open impossibly wide, revealing an eager tongue, rows of sharp teeth, glistening saliva, and a twitching gullet in the back. Suicune had but an instant to take it all in before Floatzel brought her jaws down over the larger water type’s muzzle! Only then did Suicune vocalize her complaints, letting out a muffled, weak cry of protest. She couldn’t believe it: The smaller pokémon was actually trying to eat her alive! And worse: She appeared to be succeeding, as the suicune’s head seemed to sink into those jaws without trouble, snout already pressed to the quivering floatzel gullet.

GULP! A quibbling cry from the suicune was cut short when her muzzle sank down the eager throat. Floatzel’s forepaws worked down Suicune’s arms and clutched at the shoulders, opening her jaws slightly and shoving her prey further into her maw. Suicune’s head bent upwards, forced to curve to the floatzel’s whim, already bulging out Floatzel’s throat. She kicked her legs and flexed her hands in vain, trying desperately to summon some energy to throw the predatory floatzel off! But in addition to Floatzel’s weight, her own full belly weighed her down. The feeling of being full wanted her to rest, relax, even to sleep. As such, the larger water type had to fend off multiple fronts if she wanted to stop herself from getting swallows whole!

GLRK! Another thick swallow pulled more of her into Floatzel, the sea weasel pokémon drooling yet more at the legendary’s flavor. Suicune felt rivulets of saliva drain down her neck and pool around her breasts, just as her shoulders were devoured into the hungry jaws. Suicune drew her legs up and kicked vainly through the air, her ribbon tails uselessly limp against the ground, being of no use. Her already-short breaths grew shorter still in the limited space, tight throat compressing her muzzle intensely. Floatzel continued feeding more and more of her prey into her jaws, inches at a time, Suicune being much larger than the pokémon she usually ate. As she did so, her body slid further over the belly, to the point where her hind legs could touch the ground between Suicune’s flailing legs.

Vulpix had stopped making a sound. She realized that screaming at the pokémon that had swallowed her whole was doing no good. She concentrated her efforts on pushing and shoving, in the off-chance that she could force an eviction from the grumbling stomach. She stopped when what must have been Suicune pressed down hard over top the stomach, compressing the vulpix more so than she already was! But unlike earlier teasings the pressure didn’t relent, and was much more widespread than before. Vulpix squirmed in the ever-smaller space, to the point where Floatzel, the cause of the compression, could slightly feel it. Floatzel smirked around Suicune as she took another swallow, dragging the bulge down to her chest.

Oh, she was going to enjoy that belly filled with the prey that was rightfully hers to begin with. But the floatzel’s tongue concentrated fully on the lovable mounds mounted to Suicune’s chest. The malleable pair squeezed into the drooling water type’s maw with a bit of effort, Suicune uttering cries of dismay as she felt her chest compressed and compacted tightly into the awaiting mouth. Floatzel’s jaws worked downward as she swallowed Suicune more and more, until both those boobs were fully enclosed in her drizzling maw, purrs moaning out from her throat and making the suicune shiver involuntarily. Floatzel’s tongue sank between the juicy breasts and pressed them from side to side, her own cheeks ballooned out and squishing back and forth to the sweeping motions. Floatzel didn’t even care how freely she was drooling, ample amounts of slobber draining down the sleek suicune body and slipping off either side of the squirming stomach. The larger water type’s breasts sank closer and closer to the awaiting gullet, each mound squishing together with the base of Floatzel’s tongue in between to experience their combined flavor. They squished and smacked, wet slurping sounds pouring out from the floatzel’s jaws while she continued working Suicune down. Suicune’s snout pushed into the entrance of Floatzel’s stomach meanwhile, giving Floatzel the first sensation of fullness as she wolfed down the much larger water type.

Suicune balled her hands into fists, then relaxed them, over and over. Her arms were devoured up to her wrists at that point, uncomfortably crammed into the throat and mouth, leaving her to vainly clench and unclench in fitful spurts to try and grasp onto something, anything, to pull her free. Floatzel saw to it that Suicune would never rob her, or anyone, of a meal ever again, another thick GLURP pulling Suicune’s head into the groaning floatzel stomach. Suicune let out a cry not-unlike the one Vulpix was sounding out: Both loud, panicked, and too muffled to be audible. But unlike the futile cries of the large water type being eaten alive, the fire type’s screams did cause a reaction: Floatzel’s eyes narrowed down across the bridge of her muzzle to the white bulging belly of the suicune, hearing the vulpix, seeing the belly shift and sway, drooling yet more in eager anticipation. Confident her meal was not going anywhere but down her throat, the floatzel grunted, and slowly, steadily rolled onto her back, dragging Suicune off the ground and over top her. Suicune shrieked and Vulpix cried, both subjected to the blind, sudden shift in gravity. The suicune’s legs kicked against the leafy ground instead of the air, swallowed to the point where her protesting stomach squished up against eager floatzel lips, her round rump jiggling ever-so-slightly with every kick. It was at that moment, when Floatzel guided her tongue out to lap at the squirming belly bulge, did the smaller water type appreciate the outcome of what transpired.

Vulpix had to fight to not cry out when, after the floatzel’s weight was off her and she was given more room, something pressed deep into the stomach once more. The fox pokémon was hardly granted a reprieve from the compactness when the walls closed in on her again. Floatzel murred contently, her tongue frantically flicking all about the soft, plush belly that the suicune sported. The floatzel had begun to sweat in exertion, the large meal she was eating proving quite the challenge. But all doubts that she could eat the suicune whole left minutes ago, and the sheer spark of flavor emanating from that plump, squirming belly of hers sealed the deal. Floatzel put her fore paws on either side of the groaning suicune gut and pushed inward, causing Vulpix to utter another involuntary squeal from within. Floatzel played with the plushness, letting her paws really sink in, all while ushering the squirming suicune deeper and deeper into her gullet. Floatzel’s jaws were as wide as they could be as she ingested the satisfying belly in between her jaws, the soft white-furred mass bending and squelching inward bit by bit.

It took a couple minutes of strategic tasting and pushing for Floatzel to accomplish it, but before long she was in bliss: Her eyes rolled up with the bulk of the suicune belly crammed into her jaws, fatty parts folded outward and protruding out the sides of them, her tongue tip working into the naval, a great source of flavor. But while the taste alone was enough to tease the Floatzel so, the activeness of the suicune belly really drove the experience to something the twin-tailed weasel pokémon had seldom experienced. She moaned and purred freely, hindlegs pedaling idly through the air, tails flicking leaves noisily left and right across the ground. This was paradise to Floatzel. Not so much for the others. Suicune quickly found her face mashed against Floatzel’s lower belly, forcing it to sag down between the floatzel’s legs as it distended inch by inch following every noisy glk of a swallow from her devourer. Vulpix found herself more tightly bundled than ever before, barely having any idea what the suicune was doing to squeeze everything so tight! But her thoughts were largely focused in on her own torment, squashed and having absolutely no room to move whatsoever. Floatzel let out a full-mouth’d sigh, Suicune feeling hot air bristle about her bulging, bumpy belly.

It took nearly a quarter of an hour for Floatzel to completely devour the helpless suicune. Most of that time was out of desire over need, as the sea weasel pokémon spent considerably time smushing and slurping over the white bulging stomach of her prey. The stomach was, after a time, fully compacted and compressed, slurped inward and swallowed bit by bit, bulging Floatzel’s neck out greatly. Soon only the lower belly, along with Suicune’s butt and thighs, occupied the floatzel maw. A powerful thick GLRK polished the thick, soft suicune stomach off, sinking down the gullet as compacted as it could possibly be. Vulpix and Suicune shared the same miserable fate, unable to move or get help. It was just that Vulpix had a head start on the misery, almost becoming used to her fate… almost. The suicune folded up as more and more of her sleek body was devoured, curled forcefully into the ever-expanding floatzel belly, muzzle nestling between her squished breasts and poking against the top of her stomach, feeling that vulpix squirm. Floatzel’s tongue eagerly lapped at whatever squished bits of underbelly were left before they vanished down the throat, before taking languid licks of the thighs, hips, and rear of Suicune.

The nearly-stuffed water type was past the most difficult part of her meal by far, the final minutes of her meal spent passively tasting and swallowing the suicune whole: Her rear end and ribbon-like tails were greedily gulped, slurped, and swallowed down, pulling Suicune in up to her knees. Her legs – the only part detecting any semblance of fresh air – kicked up and down weakly, before they were slathered up in slobber and sucked in like noodles. Suicune mewled a cry of utter defeat and horror, her ankles and feet flicking about the floatzel’s face in what was almost a sign of surrender, but was in reality a miserable final form of protest. Floatzel took no prisoners, pressing her fore paws against the final remnants of Suicune and shoving them greedily into her jaws, finally able to clack her jaws shut satisfyingly. She idly rubbed over her worn-out muzzle, tongue tasting the final part of her huge meal, resting her head back on the ground and glancing skyward. Then, with her eyes fluttered closed, Floatzel gulped Suicune completely down with a final resounding GLURK. The bulges in her neck sank down to the sounds of a squealing suicune, Floatzel’s large belly blotting out most of her vision as it ballooned outward and sagged over her sides and down past her hindlegs.

Floatzel’s tails weakly flicked as she opened her jaws to let out a resounding, bird-scattering belch, seconds-long and utterly satisfying. She got herself a nice slice of revenge against Suicune, and though she was too full to move, she didn’t care: The pros outweighed the cons. She rubbed her paws over the top and sides of her furry stomach as it groaned and jostled every which way, feeling every contour and bump the bundled-up suicune made along the way. The larger water type, now reduced to a floatzel meal, shifted around a centimeter here and there, but had absolutely no room to maneuver otherwise. Even that little motion caused the floatzel’s belly to slosh and sway in the water type’s vision, bumps and bulges appearing and vanishing, hearing the groans purr out from within. 

Suicune felt the Vulpix she’d eaten what felt like forever ago to her squirm about as well. A bitter reminder of the sin she committed that resulted in the two sharing the same fate together: Food for a mightier predator pokémon. On any other day she would have greatly enjoyed the feeling of the prey in her belly fighting for survival. Growing more anxious and fighting harder. Knowing that the end was near. It was much less fun for Suicune given that she was in the exact same situation! But there she was, her knees straddled along either side of her head that was tucked against her own struggling belly, back and rear end and legs pressed against the slimy stomach walls.

But at least Suicune knew what was going on. The vulpix had no clue, only thrashing her head and body about to try and break free, not knowing she’d’ve had to vacate two stomachs to escape her fate as food at that point. The fire type was furious that not only had she been eaten, but apparently Suicune was toying with her, flipping about and making Vulpix dizzy, compressing her own stomach unnecessarily. The small chamber groaned threateningly about her, turning her anger back into fear, the utter darkness seeming to close in all around her. But all that results from her most intense struggles is leaving the vulpix panting, exhausted and barely moving, in the suicune belly.

The fatigued fire type had no idea how long it’d been since she was snatched up off the forest floor and swiftly devoured, but it felt like an eternity. In fact, it had been just over an hour. She was still crushed in the belly, no way to move, Vulpix trapped in pure darkness… How could it get worse? An ominous grrrrn rang in her ears, signifying exactly that. She gasped a short breath as the stomach walls that had been mostly-dormant all this time suddenly lurched to life! They contracted and squeezed around every available inch of the fox pokémon, her sudden pained pleas coming out hoarse and silent. Another silent scream followed when she felt soupy, stingy fluid seeping into her fur from all sides, a threatening gurgle sounding out to where Suicune herself heard it. The eaten water type felt her body begin to digest the vulpix proper, and all it did was make her wonder when the floatzel belly would do the same to her…

Vulpix whined and squirmed for her life in the soft, white suicune belly, gurgles and groans emanating proudly from the wide bulge. Suicune couldn’t enjoy even a moment of it, as much as she had been looking forward to it before. The floatzel heard none of this, only feeling the occasional struggle and squirm from her suicune prey. She was working all four legs over her massive belly bulge, squeezing and teasing at every opportunity in very slow, lazy circles. All while two bellies deep, the vulpix was on her last breaths, slowly transforming from pokémon into poképudge for Suicune.

The minutes melted away, with Floatzel in bliss, Suicune worry, and Vulpix agony. Suicune felt her belly jostle and churn, no longer from the struggles of the fire type, but from her own bulging stomach’s actions. The suicune stomach burbled and smoothed out over the course of the next couple hours, Suicune stuck in the darkness hearing what was bound to be a preview of her own fate, the Vulpix rapidly digesting into nothing but nutrition for the ingested water type. As the hours wore on, Floatzel drifted in and out of a stupor, still rubbing away at the annoyed, terrified suicune, the massive cream-colored belly wobbling about. Suicune’s own belly at that point, was flabby but much less distended. The suicune’s underbelly was sagging and sloshing about lazily, packed with newly-acquired fat, the results of a hearty meal digested down and transformed into pudge. Despite the distribution of size, Suicune was still horribly cramped, her muscles stiff from being trapped in the same position for so long. With her legs bent up and arms pinned, she could do no more than struggle and whine, even as the engorged floatzel stomach sprang to life and began to churn, pulsate, and secret stomach acids all about her. The suicune’s belly had worked faster on the smaller prey, but all that meant was that Suicune had had a bit more time to live, and now her time to digest had come to pass.

Floatzel chuckled darkly, licking her chops as her belly sprung to life. A combination of gurgles and groans, glorps and muffled cries sang out to her. The eaten suicune gasped and struggled, pushing hard against the slimy walls, to the point where Floatzel could make out a hand print or two. The floatzel pushed against those extra bulges, then laid back with all four of her legs splayed outward in all directions. The majority of her body was working to digest the devoured Suicune, and the rest lay idle, Floatzel glancing to her engorged gut one last time before resting her head back and closing her eyes to nap. The suicune fought and struggled for as long as she could, but it was all inevitable: She had been eaten alive, and was now doomed to digest in the black, gurgling chasm that was the Floatzel’s bulging stomach. When the malleable chamber filled to the brim with stomach fluids, Suicune could hold out no more: She passed out, the floatzel gut squeezing tight around its prey and beginning to digest the devoured water type in earnest.

Hours ticked away, the warm autumn afternoon transitioning to evening. The loud roiling garbles of the floatzel belly sounded outward through the otherwise-quiet woods. The floatzel snoozed away her afternoon, tongue occasionally poking out to slurp across a lip, stomach shrinking, smoothing out, churning, groaning. When Floatzel finally woke up, she immediately checked herself out: The remaining water type slowly heaved herself onto her side, then up onto her hinds, her sagging belly slurshing around to a stop. She reached a paw down to feel up against the very soft, squishy stomach. The floatzel’s underbelly rolled in on itself, layers of pudge plainly visible, and very squeezable to the touch. Floatzel started to walk, her tails swishing, and definitely felt each step had more impact with the ground. Her hips were notably larger to boot, leaving the fully-evolved sea weasel pokémon with quite the sway to her hips and backside as she strolled away. Painted across Floatzel’s face was a smug smile: The interrupting Suicune was put in her place for devouring the floatzel’s intended meal, and was now gobs of soft plush fat decorating the floatzel’s hips and lower belly.