Pikachu Libre’s Piranha Plant Throwdown
By Lutro
“Pika!!!”

A massive bolt of lightning hurled down from the sky, summoned by a feisty female pikachu dolled up in a luchador costume. Pikachu’s cheeks were alight in electricity as the bolt struck upon the platform above her, coursing through her opponent. Piranha Plant let out a cry as the electricity coursed through its body, it being grounded in dirt only staving off some of the damage. Pikachu Libre smirked at her successful attack but didn’t stand around to gloat. She had a fight to win.

It wasn’t long since Piranha Plant became an official fighter. And with Pikachu Libre herself being a recent addition she quickly found herself paired against the new guy. Girl? Libre wasn’t sure, but she didn’t dwell on the matter. It was just a stupid bitey plant after all. What could it do against a trained professional like her, the great Pikachu Libre? The plant had scored some hits on her, true, but a fighter who left the battlefield undamaged was one who didn’t give it their all, in Libre’s mind. She had no problems getting down and dirty, now charging Piranha Plant head-on. The plant swiped at Libre with razor-sharp leaves the pikachu considered arms of the plant, but she deftly dodged them and locked her thick, strong thighs around the stem. She grinned at her opponent  as the two heads faced each other for an instant, before Libre gripped tightly around the stem, braced her forepaws against the ground and backflipped, slamming the plant head-first into the ground. The pot Piranha Plant was housed in followed suit, landing with a clunk behind it.

“Pika pika!” she crowed to the audience… that was entirely absent. Nobody was around the cheer the pikachu on for once. She was so used to having an adoring crowd that she taunted and cheered to nothing anyway. This wasn’t a tournament or even an arena: It was a simple open field with some debris and other obstacles that the two could spar on. And that’s all this fight was to Pikachu Libre. Nothing more than a friendly contest between two fighters.

Piranha Plant saw things differently. It was its big shot and it needed to win. What didn’t help matters was that its nagging hunger kept distracting it during the fight. A piranha plant needed more than mere sunlight to sustain itself! It held its ground against Pikachu Libre since the start of the battle (literally at one point, when the pokémon had tried to pluck the plant right out of the pot), though it was clear who had more experience in these matters. But Piranha Plant had a distinct type advantage versus the rodent who favored electrical attacks in addition to the physical. Though that last bolt from the sky stung. The plant scuttled back into a right-side-up position and immediately ducked to the platform below. Pikachu Libre did a sliding kick after the plant but just missed, picking herself up quickly and dusting the dirt off her outfit. She growled as the plant disappeared below. The plant quickly sunk down into its pot with just its head visible. No bolts from the sky could reach it here! It was poised and ready.

On cue, Pikachu Libre followed suit, aiming an electrically-charged downward thrust of an attack at her opponent. The plant sprung its quickly-improvised trap, snapping upward with its jaws and stretching its stem out for extra reach. It locked its jaws around the large thighs of the pokémon. Libre cried out in surprise as the plants lips locked around her hindpaws, tail, and rump. “Pika!” The plant’s tongue unwittingly brushed up against Pikachu Libre… and its midsection growled. The plant shook Libre around before opening its jaws and sending the pokémon careening into a nearby tree. The pikachu smacked bodily into it, but got her legs under her and sprang deftly back, landing mostly on her feet, back half dripping in piranha plant drool. She glared at the silent, grinning piranha plant, whose sharp teeth were bared. “Pik-chu!” she snarled, knowing there were no referees that could disqualify her for bad language present.

Her cheeks flushed a shade of red when the plant merely stuck out its tongue at her, waving its leaves tauntingly. In the plant’s mind it already won the bout. Pikachu Libre seethed on the spot, scarring the ground like a tauros before taking off in an anger-fueled charge. Piranha Plant grinned as the pudgy rodent sped towards it, spewing out a thick cloud of poisonous fumes before the pokémon could react. Libre charged headlong into the lingering cloud, tripping up and tumbling to a stop on her back, coughing, sputtering, waving a paw in front of her face. She felt her limbs weakening, energy sapping from her body, as the poison did its work. “Pi-pi–” SMACK. Before she could get a word out, a large spiked ball pounded into her from above, bouncing off he exposed midriff and tumbling away, leaving the pikachu dazed. The plant waddled forward, tongue hanging out as it usually did when exerting itself, and planted its pot right before its stunned opponent.

Pikachu Libre glared upward at the piranha plant, who gloated with its big toothy grin right back. She rolled her eyes and resigned herself to a loss. She wasn’t perfect, she knew and understood, and knew when it came time, you had to throw in the towel. The pikachu patted the ground next to her, much like she would in the ring, indicating her surrender. The plant noted this, but did not yield, instead reaching down with its sharp leaves and plucking the defeated pokémon right off the ground. Pikachu Libre let out a soft gasp of surprise when she saw that tongue loom out between plant lips and draw its way slowly up her middle, from her belly all the way up to her face. She’d given up already! This was just adding insult to injury. She was about to give the plant a piece of her mind when it went in for a full-on grapple/bludgeoning combo attack. Libre let out several gasps and squeaks as Piranha Plant came down with its jaws and bit lightly again and again, smacked her around with its leaves, and smack her to the ground, driving her in by smacking the bottom of its pot atop her.

What was it doing?! Frantic thoughts raced through Pikachu Libre’s mind as she was thrashed about. She’d lost. It was time to walk away! But Piranha Plant wasn’t letting up. It was hungry and enjoyed tenderizing its prey beforehand, once more grinning as it picked up the limp pikachu off the ground. Libre realized she had to do something or the plant would keep up, so she tried firing off a thunderbolt, letting the electricity course through her and, subsequently, attack the plant! But either she was too weak, or the plant was too resistant, as Piranha Plant just smiled his way through the attack. It even opened its jaws to slurp across her again, little flecks of electricity using drool to jump from top to bottom lip as it did so.

It was then that Pikachu Libre realized the plant’s true intentions. She wasn’t being teased or just beaten for the fun of it: Piranha Plant was going to eat her! “P-pikaaa!” she squealed, her eyes quivering in panic as the jaws loomed over her. The plant snapped down suddenly, locking its jaws around her side, leaving her squirming uselessly between them. She continued crying out but was too weak to do anything about it, the apparent breath of the plant coat one side of her body while the tongue tasted at whatever fur it could reach. Then, unexpectedly, the plant flung its neck around and released Pikachu Libre, sending her careening once again towards the tree. This time, however, the pikachu had no energy to catch herself, and she slammed hard headfirst right into the bark, crashing to the ground with a dull thud.

Pikachu Libre panted heavily, laying on the ground flat on her face, hind legs and tail twitching. She could hear the carnivorous piranha plant making its way over to her, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t flee. She saw a shadow form all around her as the big head leaned down over its next meal. The looming plant licked its lips, the pokémon flinching as she heard the plip, plip against her leather outfit and the tongue slurping about above her. With a sinister smile the plant leaned down, jaws agape, to enjoy its defeated dinner. The pikachu mumbled out a whimper, but was utterly exhausted. She couldn’t stop those jaws from closing around the base of her tail, the heart-shaped thing flicking madly in the warm, confined jaws. Hot rivulets of drool drained down her rump, with her cheeks shaped against the rubbery form of her pants. The piranha plant didn’t care, however, callously lifting its head up, dragging Pikachu Libre along.

She dangled uselessly in the air, still panting, now squirming and making whimpering pleads for the plant to spare her. But the copious amount of drool draining down her form told her one thing: The plant wasn’t giving her up for anything, and she was food. Reduced to nothing more than a pokémon meal for a superior fighter. All that effort she’d spent training, fighting, winning, was tossed away as the piranha plant flicked its head up, sending Pikachu twirling through the air. A loud cry of terror laced the air as Pikachu Libre ended up facing a set of wide-open jaws below her, hanging in the air for an instant that stretched out forever. She took note of the drooling jaws, shining insides, and the thick red tongue unfurled just for her. The instant passed, and Pikachu plummeted straight into the plant’s jaws, her final squeal cut off when the jaws slammed shut with a vicious clack. She flinched, feeling the sharp teeth dig into her lower half of her outfit, the pointed ends prodding around her hips and her rump. 

The plant grinned and began to lap over its meal with its lengthy tongue, oozy drool ladled over the pokémon. Pikachu Libre clenched her eyes shut and yelled for assistance, her hindlegs and rear end jostling from outside the plant’s jaws. Those plant lips seemed to bounce as they opened a fraction and closed in rapid succession, the piranha plant eagerly ‘chewing’ away at its meaty meal. Pikachu cringed and cried aloud on each compression around her squishy backside, feeling those teeth tear a little bit more into her pants with each successive chew. Loud rumbling noises of satisfaction made her ears flick hysterically, every noise a reminder of how she was being eaten alive. “Pikaaaaa!” she exclaimed in horror, coughing out built-up saliva.

She continued kicking her hindlegs through the air in vain as the piranha plant chewed, tasted, and slurped away at its meal. And Pikachu Libre’s pants couldn’t take it any more. A tear appeared, from the base of the tailhole down the outlined crevice of her restrained rear end, where the seam was. A loud ripping noise echoed in Pikachu Libre’s ears and she felt a sudden breath of cool air against her now-bare buttcheeks, the plump yellow furry rump on full display under her flicking tail and between flailing hinds. The piranha plant noted the exposure immediately and acted. Its tongue slithered out and mushed up against the doughy cheeks of its prey, Pikachu squealing in fright as it squeezed against her butt while the jaws held it in place. The exposed fur was instantly matted down in drool, it drizzling down her hindlegs and flecking everywhere as Libre’s hind legs were still kicking, albeit weakly. 

“Pikmmfffff!” her muffled voice rang out as she was brutally tasted and eaten by the ravenous plant, given just enough light to see the twitchy gullet beyond the throat that all but beckoned her to her digestive demise. Her hindlegs had gone still, limp from exhaustion and forced this way and that as the plant tongue lathered her butt in drool. Said tongue suddenly pressed up against the pliable flesh, the jaws opening and head tilting up and back, lines of saliva stringing together teeth and lips and pokémon alike. Pikachu Libre let out a desperate plea as gravity shifted and the tip of the carnivorous plant tongue cupped up against her rear. Her half naked body was easily tossed towards the back of the throat, sliding across the slippery tongue. “Piiiikaaaa– GLK!” Her head vanished down the gullet, leaving her backside squirming against the base of the tongue, as her world went dark. The pulsating throat was pitch black and the jaws slammed shut behind her, drool squirting out, leaving no trace of the pikachu visible. The piranha plant threw its head back and swallowed Pikachu Libre whole, the slimy thick GLURK ringing loudly across the arena. Her body created a thick bulge which quickly slithered down the green plant stem, coming to a halt just above the dirt of the pot that the piranha plant resided in. The plant smacked its lips and uttered out a burp, flecks of drool and yellow fur spilling out to the ground below.

With the fight complete and its meal devoured, the piranha plant bent down into an S-shape, with the bulbous red head resting firmly atop the squirming pikachu bulge. Pikachu Libre squealed as her already-tight confines grew tighter still, feeling the plant head’s weight against her stomach and leaving her with almost no room to move. The pokémon took short, panicked breaths, already beginning to itch as various digestive enzymes secreted from the walls that bound her. She struggled all she could, but Piranha Plant was firmly rooted to the spot, licking its lips slowly and seeming to doze off right then and there. It didn’t take long before digestion started proper, with the whimpering pleads from the pikachu within growing in volume alongside the sounds of groans and glorps. The plant nuzzled its head down against its roiling, squirming pillow, the struggles and moans of its meal growing weaker and quieter as the day wore on.

Hours drifted by. Piranha Plant had fallen asleep quite a while ago. The only sounds were the occasional snore or the rolling churns from its bulgy middle. The bulges no longer betrayed that of a pikachu, but rather a soft, rounded mass that squished this way and that depending on where the plant shifted its head. It was longer still, the evening waning into night, when the plant awoke from its food-induced coma. It stretched its jaws open as wide as they could go as it yawned deeply, its wide empty maw dripping in drool. Piranha Plant smacked its lips, with the aftertaste of the pikachu still fresh on them. The plant licked its lips, then leaned forward in one fluid motion. “URRRRRAAAAAP” it belched, a half-digested luchador mask splatting against the side of the tree, and falling with a splat onto the ground, still soaked in digestive fluids.

It was a tough fight for the piranha plant, but at the end of the day it was victorious. With its first big meal devoured, it couldn’t wait until it came across its next opponent! The plant patted its thicker stem, most of what remained of Pikachu Libre having been distributed evenly up and down, from just below the head to deep in the roots. If Piranha Plant wasn’t careful, it’d have to shell out for a bigger pot to house itself in soon!