The Nest
By Lutro
Lisa was pumped. The girl was fresh off the heels of her first day as an official pokémon trainer and things could not have gone better for her. She’d received her first choice of available first pokémon, a spry, friendly fennekin, and the two had instantly bonded. It was no trouble at all, therefore, for Lisa to make her way out into the wild world of pokémon and be met with instant success. Fennekin easily took down several encountered wild pokémon, with Lisa capturing two of them on her first day! A quick trip back home to the local pokémon center left her with a healthy, happy trio of pokémon to call her own. She had big dreams of building a strong team, defeating trainers and gym leaders, maybe one day even making an appearance at a pokémon league tournament and making herself known.

All of these wild, enthusiastic thoughts flitted through the girl’s mind as she prepared for the day, dressing for the warm weather. Lisa wore a simple shirt and vest that fitted around her babyfat-clad middle neatly, a belt with her miniaturized pokéballs attached (three occupied, three vacant), a flowing pink skirt wrapped around her hips that tickled above her knees, some pink socks to match, and a pair of trainer’s shoes fit for just about any environment. Lisa fingered the brim of her visor to straighten it out, and flicked her hand up across the shock of brushed blonde hair sticking out the top that flowed down to her neck. “Day 2: Lisa completes her team!” she declared to the empty room, throwing the sash of her bag across her shoulder and throwing open the door, marching out into the cloudless sunny day.

The girl strolled through town with a purpose, greeting any other folks, familiar or otherwise, passing by with a friendly smile and nod, but not stopping for anything. She’d fed herself and her pokémon in her room and had one destination: Route 7 just outside of the home town she was striding through. A perfect place for fledgling trainers like herself to get a jump-start on their pokémon journey. Lisa couldn’t imagine what awaited her today, given yesterday’s success, and such encouraging thoughts sent the girl into a sprint. She ran and laughed, making her way out of town, pavement becoming a dirt trail, grass growing taller and more unkempt, sounds transforming from ones of civilization to those more wild and untamed. 

The first hour or so of her journey along route 7 was largely uneventful. Not a single stray pokémon crossed Lisa’s path, leaving the girl to enjoy the natural environment with impunity. Indeed, the new trainer didn’t mind so much that she hadn’t seen any action that day yet. Her optimism remained steadily high, the girl even skipping along at some points, knowing full well that a pokémon trainer’s journey was a marathon, not a sprint. Every so often she stopped to double-check the contents of her bag, and her pokéballs. The last thing she wanted was to leave some supplies, or worse, one of her pokémon behind! Those little detours took no more than a minute, Lisa prepared to do battle with trainer or wild pokémon in an instant.

Another hour passed. Lisa was deep into Route 7 at this point, far away from either town dotting the edges of the route. She had gone from skipping to just walking a while back: Even the most enthusiastic trainer could wear themselves out, and optimism and motivation only carried them so far. Lisa removed her visor to wipe her brow, before replacing it firmly and scanning some patches of tall, unkempt grass that surrounded the path. “Hmmm….” she hummed aloud, squinting at every rustle and sign of movement. Her heart raced as a particular patch of grass shifted and swayed unnaturally, against the wind. Her hand flew to her side in a practiced motion, clutching a select pokéball in anticipation. She watched with baited breath, imagination going wild thinking of what possible pokémon she was about to encounter!

Without warning, a wild pichu sprung from the grass! It had a look of pure panic, not even giving Lisa the time of day as it scuttled right past her. “Hey!” Lisa called, her chances of capture slipping away with every passing moment. In a rush, she wound up her arm and lunged a pokéball to the ground. “Go! Fennekin!” The device sprung to life, light encircling the area until Lisa’s starter pokémon materialized. The young fire type let out a cry and looked left and right, searching for the intended target. “Go! Get that… pichu...” Lisa’s pointing finger drooped, the rodent nowhere in sight. Fennekin gave her trainer a confused look. Lisa put a hand on her hip, and scratched her head with the other. “Huh. Wonder what it was in such a hurry about?” She cupped her hand against her visor and leaned her head towards where the pichu escaped, looking for any signs. Fennekin sniffed around the grass similarly, her tail flicking this way and that.

Neither one was paying attention to the grass where the pichu emerged, and how it began to sway and rustle. It wasn’t until a rhythmic crushing of grass was heard did Fennekin perk her ears up and swivel her head about. “Fen!” Lisa heard, seeing her pokémon staring attentively in another direction. Her gaze followed just as a much large pokémon came crashing out of the foliage, stuttering to a stop and planted on four large paws. “Whoa! See Fennekin? Route 7 is lucky for us pokémon trainers!” The fennekin did not share her trainer’s enthusiasm. She immediately dashed to safety, behind her trainer’s legs, looking up at the intimidating figure before them. A typhlosion stood, blocking their path, her attention not on Lisa and Fennekin, but on where they were searching: For the fleeing pichu. Like the duo, however, the typhlosion gave up on the chase, her attention turning to the two that stood gawking. Lisa giggled and prepped an empty pokéball, brimming with confidence.

“Alright Fennekin! Show this big girl what you’re made of! Start with an ember attack!” Fennekin obeyed immediately, if hesitantly, stepping out past Lisa’s legs and going into a fighting stance. Fennekin had hardly seen a day or two’s worth of battle, instincts screaming at her to run instead of fighting, but her trainer’s confidence rubbed off on her. She was going to win! The much larger fire type regarded her confident opponent incredulously, uttering a small rumbling growl before lumbering around to face the challenger head-on. The gears turned in the typhlosion’s head. The pichu was small time compared to the two that stood before her. They would do just as well, if not better, than the pichu and its nest of other rodents. The typhlosion’s thoughts switched from hunger to battle when the fennekin leaped into the air and barreled down with a stream of fire.

Fennekin kept up the attack, mouth agape and spewing bouts of small flame over the wild pokémon. Lisa’s eyes shone in the blaze, her success rate near-perfect whenever she dealt the first blow. Therefore, it was a shock to the inexperienced trainer when she witnessed the fire brush over the larger pokémon and dissipate without having so much as singed a hair. Her jaw dropped, but she recovered quickly. The typhlosion didn’t offer an attack so Lisa struck again. “Try a scratch, Fennekin!” she ordered briskly, her starter pokémon leaping straight for her opponent’s face with claws brandished. The fully-evolved fire type betrayed the tiniest smirk, before lifting a large paw of her own. When Fennekin struck the typhlosion’s snout, her opponent retaliated, the large paw screeching down at a blistering pace. A wild, unrestrained variation of fire punch collided into the little body of the fennekin, spiking her into the earth with a dull thud.

She was out in a single blow.

“Fennekin!” What was going on? Route 7 pokémon were never this challenging! Nevertheless, the newbie trainer pressed on. Who would run from a fight with such a golden opportunity? Lisa fantasized about catching the typhlosion and the two becoming inseparable partners. A valuable asset and a good friend awaited her, and the novice pokémon trainer wasn’t about to give that up! “Fennekin! Return!” She palmed the pokéball and aimed it at her fallen starter, the limp fennekin vanishing in a flash of light. It was the first she’d ever had to return a pokémon in her brief career, Lisa used to nigh-instant success, but that made the prize all the sweeter for the eager trainer. “Get ‘em, Taillow!” From the light of another pokéball emerged a small blue bird pokémon. The small taillow stretched his wings and flicked his head, scratching at the ground with a talon and staring daggers at his offered opponent, ready for action. Typhlosion smiled, this one looking smaller than the last.

“Alright Taillow, show that big beastie who’s boss! Use gust!’ Lisa shouted, flourishing at the fire type. The twin-tailed avian flapped into the sky, out of reach of the plate-sized paws of his opponent. The typhlosion’s back flared to life as her target fled. The air quivered over the flames, the taillow using the hot air to coast in a slow circle overhead. Taillow angled himself downward and began to beat his wings furiously, sounding out a shrill cry as a thin vortex of wind built up before him. The hot air sizzled and spun before being directed down towards the target. Typhlosion pushed herself up onto her hinds, arms to her side, paws clenched. She closed her eyes and let the heated gust blow over her, basking in the heat as if under a hot shower. Taillow surfed on the thermal, conserving energy and readying for another blast. But this time the typhlosion didn’t wait. Taillow was building up his next attack when he found himself suddenly engulfed in a chasm of flame!

Lisa braced against the overflow of heat, scrunching her eyes against the powerful fire attack the typhlosion blasted upward. Taillow let out a quiver of a cry when the fires jettisoned to the skies above, leaving the bird flying limply and smoking. Typhlosion blew smoke from her nostrils as the flying type plummeted. “No! Taillow!” Lisa cried, thrusting a pokéball skyward and aiming the return beam at him. The simmering bird vanished in a flash, safely retreating to the pokéball and away from the searing flames. Lisa pouted, her skirt flicking about as she stomped the ground. “Alright, last one! Here we go!” she growled, digging in and gripping her last pokéball. “Poochyena! Take her down!” This was it. Lisa was determined to see this through. A confident smirk brewed across her face when poochyena stood before her, crouched and ready for action. “You’re in for it now! This one put up a good fight before I was able to capture him! Go poochyena! Start with a bite attack!”

The dark type looked relatively calm despite the adversary before him. He dipped his head low and sniffed the ground, seeking an optimal angle for attack. Once calculated he pounded forward, little legs sending guiding him left and right, trying to throw his opponent off. He opened his jaw wide and aimed for an exposed leg! “Yes!” Lisa exclaimed, her pokémon’s jaws sinking into the target. She took the opportunity to ready a vacant pokéball, more than ready to capture what appeared to be a very strong pokémon.

Unfortunately for poochyena and Lisa, Typhlosion proved way too strong. She didn’t even react as the dark type nipped at her heel, giving her paw a quick flick. Poochyena tried to hang on, but felt his jaws wrenched free as he was flung upward. Once at mouth-level the typhlosion’s jaws parted, a bright glow emanating from the back of throat. Poochyena had but an instant to stare inward before he was awash in fire, taken down as quick as taillow, crumbling to the ground with a whimper. He landed dully and panted weakly, down for the count.

Lisa was shocked. How could she have lost so easily? To a single wild pokémon? It was her first taste of defeat and it was bitter. She nevertheless got out Poochyena’s pokéball and returned him, the fainted dark type vanishing in a flash. The typhlosion looked bemused as her last opponent disappeared, half-expecting a fourth to crop up. Instead, the trainer gave the gave her a look and stuck her tongue out. “Hmph!” Lisa turned on a dime and marched away. She had a long road back to town but knew she had to make it to a pokémon center, as her bag carried naught but a potion and some spare pokéballs. But the typhlosion had other plans. The fire type fell to all fours and easily caught up with the girl, and before the trainer knew it, strong wet jaws clamped around her middle.

“Yah! What are you doing?! You won already! Leave me alone!” Typhlosion’s head was turned sideways to grip the trainer, but righted itself once she was secure in her jaws. Lisa faced the ground, her bag slipping away as she was slung to and ‘fro and let back through the tall grass from where the typhlosion originally emerged. Her arms and head and chest poked out the right side, with her skirt and legs kicking air out the other. Lisa tried swinging at her captor but she found herself fending off the long strands of grass buffeting her face instead. She held her arms up in front of her eyes as the plants smacked up against her. Typhlosion paid the plants and the trainer no mind, going from a stroll to a full-on run as she made her way home. “Let me go you big meanie! I need to get my friends healed up! Let go!” But Typhlosion simply strode onward. The tall grass fell away after a time, Lisa beholding a wide open field. She could just make out the town she had been headed to on the horizon, but it fell away in short order. There were no signs of civilization wherever Typhlosion was taking her!

Lisa’s voice fell away after 15 minutes of demanding and protesting, the girl finally giving up and finding it futile. Wherever Typhlosion was taking her, she couldn’t stop. As Lisa was hauled away, bouncing along with every gallop from her captor, Lisa had time to reflect on how poorly the battle had gone. It gradually became clear to the novice trainer why the entire encounter was so off. Why she’d misjudged things from the get-go: The typhlosion wasn’t from Route 7, or anywhere near it. Seconds morphed into minutes, and minutes stretched to an hour before the large fire type slowed to a more casual lumbering. It was crystal clear now to Lisa: She was far, far away from her home or destination. That alone didn’t worry her, however: One of the reasons she became a pokémon trainer was to see the world, after all! But she couldn’t quite pin down why why Typhlosion had traveled so far. Not yet.

Typhlosion returned to the mostly-vacant area where she presently dwelled. Dry and hot, not comfortable for much wild life save for those who could take the heat, the typhlosion often ventured far and wide to secure fresh prey. And Route 7, largely untouched by man to facilitate a good starter area for novice trainers, made for some of the best hunting she could manage. Proof was clenched loosely between her jaws as she made a sudden leap over what Lisa judged to be some kind of wall, about her height, made from sticks, mud, and other dried-out things. Typhlosion landed deftly and opened her jaws, the shocked Lisa tumbling down to the crunchy floor. The girl wiped some loose saliva off her shirt and took stock of her surroundings: That wall was all around her, and the ground she stood on seemed to be made of the same material… It clicked. She was in a nest!

Further cementing her conclusion was the sight of what Lisa supposed to be the typhlosion’s young. A pair of cyndaquil waddled forward, noses quivering in curiosity, snuffling over Lisa. The trainer forgot her predicament a fleeting moment. “Awww!” She reached out to pet them, and they accepted graciously. The youth’s mind was occupied from her situation just a moment. “How cute!” Typhlosion laid down a moment to relax after her long journey, letting her young become acclimated to the girl. It was the first human she ever brought back to the nest, and she wanted them to get used to experiencing the newest creature, and to hammer in the golden rule:

Whatever was brought into the nest was theirs to enjoy.

A third nose bumped up against Lisa’s back. She gasped and spun her head to look: The nose was shorter and belonged to a much bigger pokémon than the cyndaquil she was fawning over: A big quilava stared her down, sniffing here and there, but not nearly as curious as his siblings. Lisa offered pets to the quilava, who seemed reluctant at first, but bowed his head to allow them. “This isn’t so bad… Maybe getting swept up to here wasn’t such a bad idea after all! If I’m lucky enough, maybe even that big pokémon will let me take one of her kids off on my journey!” Lisa’s optimism was just starting to grow again, though her thoughts and wishes were cut short when she started hearing odd grumbles coming from the pokémon all about her. Not from their mouths, but from their midsections. All three of the typhlosion’s young scampered away from Lisa to go to their mother, making various soft cries and mewls along the way. Typhlosion lumbered over to the puzzled Lisa, dipping her snout down toward her waistline. Lisa gasped when the jaws clamped around her belt and tugged it free, the typhlosion settling it to the ground and pawing experimentally at the pokéballs. “Hey! Give those back!” Lisa tried, but a free paw from the typhlosion casually kept her at bay. Lisa couldn’t stop the typhlosion from eventually activating all the pokéballs one at a time. Three cracked open empty, while three others filled the nest with bright shapes of light. The next instant Lisa saw her three fainted pokémon stirring and grumbling about the nest, still not quite recovered from the thrashing they took earlier.

Lisa crawled over to her pokémon and petted over each one in turn as the family of fire types surrounded them. “Hey guys, don’t worry. I’ll get you to a pokémon center as soon as I can, alright? Wish I still had my bag… I know potions probably wouldn’t help too much but they’d’ve done something!” As she tended to her pokémon, the young looked up questioningly at their mother. The sudden silence rang in Lisa’s ears, making her look up at the looming fire type as well. Typhlosion casually reached down and plucked Fennekin up by the tail, dangling her before her children and Lisa. The fennekin let out a meek protest as she was held up to be sniffed and, to her horror, licked by the cyndaquil and quilava. Lisa thought that the young were showing signs of affection to her starter, so she sat and watched. Her joyous expression morphed into one of terror in an instant, though, with what Typhlosion did next. The fully-grown fire type, satisfied at showing what these pokémon and human were here for, casually tossed Fennekin into the air. The starter pokémon twirled head over tail as she was tossed towards the now-open jaws of the typhlosion!

“F-fennekin!” Lisa squealed, seeing her treasured pokémon plop into the open jaws of the typhlosion. The large maw clacked closed with the smaller fire type completely encased, Lisa hearing muffled squeals from within. Without a second thought, Typhlosion tilted her head back and swallowed Fennekin alive, Lisa horror-struck watching the little bulge slip down Typhlosion’s neck and vanish without a trace. The typhlosion sighed, mouth hanging open to reveal that Fennekin was gone, the maw vacant. “Y-you ate my pokémon!” Lisa accused, but Typhlosion wasn’t paying her any mind. With a nod to her children she gestured at the remaining food. Lisa screamed as the trio of young pounced their way!

Taillow was on his back, talons kicking fitfully through the air. He couldn’t stop one of the cyndaquil from landing atop him, the little fire type’s back firing up as it explored its meal with its long snout. Poochyena had a bit more luck, scrambling onto all fours and limping off around the nest, while the other cyndaquil pursued. Lisa reached forward to try and pry the first cyndaquil off her bird pokémon when she felt a familiar bump of a nose up against her back. She froze stiff, trembling as she realized she forgot about the quilava! The girl found herself pounced just like her pokémon, and that’s when it hit her: She was to be dined on too!

“Get… off me!” Lisa squirmed and struggled as the quilava climbed atop her and pawed around her body. He was now sniffing and poking his muzzle around wherever it could reach, as he sampled Lisa’s cheek with a lick here and there. She screamed as she felt curious paws reaching up and around, peeling her visor from her head. The clothing offered much less flavor than the body itself. Trapped, Lisa couldn’t do a thing as she watched the warbling taillow’s head vanish into the jaws of the cyndaquil. The young fire type purred in contrast as it began feeding the bird into its greedy gullet, Lisa witness to every little gulp and swallow it made. “No!” Lisa tried again to reach out, but was suddenly thrust onto her back by her own personal tormentor. The quilava’s head was alight with fire, the eldest sibling’s paws prodding and feeling all about her. She felt the quilava reach down to her feet and pry her socks and shoes off one at a time. She attempted a kick or two but was too shocked to aim well, hitting nothing but air, soon feeling that air brush across her bare feet. She curled her toes in disgust as a slimy quilava tongue glazed over each foot, the fire type deeming them acceptable now that the tasteless footwear was gone. Lisa watched from her upside-down perspective, seeing a feathery rump and twitching tails and talons protrude from the bulging cyndaquil, her first pokémon catch being devoured before her very eyes.

Poochyena continued running for his life, every step forward followed by a hunch as he limped along. The dark type despite this kept away from the chasing cyndaquil. The youngest of the three wasn’t very fast, but eager, its little legs motoring along at a brisk pace to catch his meal! Typhlosion watched her children explore, play, and feed, not interrupting any of them as they did so. It was a teaching moment as much as anything for her young, a lesson they had to learn: Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you have to work for your food. Poochyena, tired from running in circles around the nest, tried to climb up the wall. He grunted and sank his paws into the sticks and mud, hauling himself up somewhat quickly. But it was too much time stalled in place for the dark type: The pursuing cyndaquil leapt up and latched to the poochyena’s back, wrestling him back to the nest and turning in air to make Poochyena take the brunt of the little fall. Typhlosion nodded in approval as her youngest one’s back sparked in excitement, the cyndaquil having “caught” its first-ever meal!

Lisa continued to kick and squirm against the floor of the nest, the quilava still pawing and prodding over her naked feed and legs, slowly working himself upward. The trainer had one cheek resting against the ground, leaving her witness to the twitching tail feathers that still protruded from a cyndaquil’s muzzle. Taillow’s tail feathers gradually slipped away from her sight, Lisa flinching when she heard that small, final swallow devour her pokémon whole. The satisfied cyndaquil rolled onto his back and rubbed his squirming belly – nearly doubling his size – and utter out a small burp, feathers expelled outward. Lisa tried to cry out for her devoured companion, but found her arm suddenly pinned to the ground! Quilava ran his tongue up along her arm, under her shirt sleeve onto her shoulder, making her cringe. “P-poochyena! Y-you gotta help me! Where are you?!” she cried out as the fire type tasting her and feeling her up stared down hungrily. She heard what could be best described as a wounded whimpering from her remaining pokémon, but the trainer couldn’t locate the source.

Poochyena cried out another whimper as the rest of his hindlegs, along with his tail, vanished down the cyndaquil’s throat. His hips were just being worked in when he let out a louder howl of despair, forepaws weakly twitching through open air as he was slowly eaten alive by the small fire type. The two were behind the large body of the relaxing typhlosion, who was enjoying the experience of her whole family feasting on their prey. The typhlosion’s belly uttered the smallest of burbles, but none of her children even noticed. She sighed and relaxed couchant in the center of the nest, focused particularly on the pokémon trainer that was flinching and pulling from her eldest child. She watched with curious humor as Lisa even managed to squirm free from the eager grasp of the quilava, crawling along on all fours towards the edge of the nest, all hope for her pokémon lost and abandoning them to their fate.

Lisa was a whimpering mess, barefoot, crawling along on dirty hands and knees. Her bare knees were pinched along the rough surface of the nest, various interwoven sticks occasionally jabbing up harmlessly at her. She had no idea if she could escape but she had to try! She’d buried grief of the sudden loss of her whole pokémon team under adrenaline fueled by instincts of survival, knowing that if she didn’t get out of that nest, she’d suffer the same fate as her pokémon. Unfortunately, though she gave Quilava the slip momentarily, she was unknowingly egging the quilava on: As Lisa crawled, her skirt was pointed out backwards, straight as the quilava, exposing a pair of white panties that clung around a plump rear end. The sight left nothing to the imagination of the adolescent pokémon, who licked his lips as his member started to emerge and stiffen between his little hindlegs. As such, just as when Lisa felt she was going to escape, clawing her way up the wall of the nest with pitiful poochyena whines and rapid little gulps echoing about the nest, she was pulled back down with a violent yank by the skirt. Quilava had bitten down on the dangling fabric and towed the girl backwards roughly, Lisa banging her chin on the ground and leaving her in a daze. Her arms were splayed forward and bent against the edge of the nest, on her knees and forced to fight off a sudden bout of dizziness, but otherwise unharmed. Quilava was granted an unencumbered view of the trainer’s rear end. A glint shone in his eyes as he raced forward, climb up the slightly-squirming girl, and laid across her back, his forelegs wrapped around her middle.

“H-hey! Stop!” Lisa cried as she came out of her stupor, fearing the quilava was going to chow down on her right then and there. She thought he was going to thrust his head down and shove her head right into his maw. But instead the first thing she felt was an immense heat flow down from above, her shadows flickering along the wall and floor of the nest. Quilava’s flames alighted more brightly as he became fully erect, his hips beginning to hump rapidly with his twitching red cock prodding up against the trainer’s underwear. Lisa flexed her toes and tried to reach up, but they were too awkwardly angled to do any damage. She was confused and sweating under the rutting quilava, as the fire type was trying to find the right orifice to sink his needy member into. Lisa squirmed and groaned, feeling a wedgie building up under her skirt as the stiff member poked into the crevice of her rump. The panties outlined the girl’s rear more and more with each successive thrust, little damp spots from the cock tip left behind in its wake. “Get… off of me!” Lisa fought under the horny pokémon, letting out short gasps of breath each time she was jabbed by the twitching quilava cock.

The fabric of the trainer’s panties tightened around her butt, as more and more of it slipped into her small crevice and strained against her skin. Lisa’s protests melted into whimpering squeaks when they bent inward past her folds, fed in by the fire type’s member that finally found its intended destination. Lisa clenched an eye shut feeling the heated member through the underwear, spearing her and spreading her inner walls. She gasped, letting go a breath she hadn’t realize she held, when some pressure was relieved: With a mighty thrust, Quilava tore a hole through the over-stretched panties and sank his needy dick deep into Lisa. The trainer’s very brief reprieve ended, Lisa squealing into the wall of the nest as the fire type began to rut her properly, driven by carnal instinct to fuck. “Uhhn… P-poochyena… help, please!” Lisa’s limbs fell still, as many emotions – from shock to anger to a tingling desire – flew through her head. She uttered cry after sob after wail, but nothing prevented the mounted quilava from having his way with her.

Quilava was in bliss. This was his first time, and it showed: There was no gradual pace or increase from the pokémon. He was going full-tilt, non-stop, humping his hips up against the plump rear of Lisa as fast as he could. The rapid thrusts pressed Lisa into the side of the nest over and over, her arms getting grimy and face dirty. Her blonde hair was askew, and she was sweating profusely from the act of being dominated and the overwhelming heat billowing down from the fire type above. The typhlosion smiled softly, seeing her eldest growing so much. The two younger siblings had finished their own respective meals and were lazily watching as well. The cyndaquil with a twittering belly was resting belly-up, the quivering stomach bubbling away. The other still had a poochyena paw protruding, still working down the final remnants of the dark type while watching the quilava rut the human trainer. That cyndaquil gave a flick of his head, the limp paw tossed into his mouth, and swallowed thickly, all of Lisa’s pokémon now completely devoured.

Lisa could almost feel all those sets of wild pokémon eyes staring her down while quilava rutted her, but her mind was on much more pressing matters, like trying to form an escape plan. But the girl could do nothing while the weight of the quilava was upon her, his rod pumped into her every second, throbbing and oozing out something hot and sticky. Quilava was moaning and crying out the first part of its name with every other thrust, clenched tight around the trainer’s middle with hindlegs doing the same around her thighs. His cock sank deep into the hole it made past the panties, which hung a bit more loose save for the bits still wedged into her crevice, outlining the butt plainly as a result. The trainer felt the hot pulsating member sink deep into her with every thrust, feeling like it was going to split her in two. But at the same time, her inner walls would clench and massage it, the tight passage seeming to welcome the intrusion. Lisa begun to pant independently of her exhaustion, beads of sweat rolling down her face and dripping off her chin. Then, with a throat-wrenching squeal, she came around the Quilava cock. The fire type roared feeling the folds and walls contract fully around his member, locking the fully-hilted shaft in place as he felt squirts of femcum saturate his dick and splurt out around the plugged hole.

Quilava couldn’t take much more. His instincts drove him to hump as fast as he could at that point, to the beat of every pulsation his penis throbbed with. He felt the gushing femcum flow past his cock and sprinkle over his sac and hindlegs, Lisa in an utter trance and motionless, allowing the fire type to finish at his leisure. The stacks of fire atop Quilava burst hotter and brighter still, as after a couple more moments of small thrusts slapping now-wetly against the trainer’s butt, he climaxed. The pokémon roared in ecstasy, firing thick hot strands of quilava cum wildly. The jizz filled every available inch of Lisa and spewed out back to mix with the girl’s fluids on the nest floor, lewd squelches of cum heard splurting free from his ejaculating member at uneven intervals. After over ten seconds, his orgasm ended, Quilava unclenching and fires going out atop his back. Lisa felt the weight of the limp fire type atop her as she too laid there in exhaustion and shock. The cyndaquil had fallen asleep before seeing the climax, their bellies gurgling away at their squirming meals, hefty digestion knocking the two younger siblings out. Typhlosion tended to them briefly, rubbing a paw gently over their bellies, but still watching Quilava with pride. 

Lisa’s insides burned and bloated, leaving her feeling terrified and queasy. But she did recover from the bout of rutting before the quilava did. As such, she made a last ditch effort to flee the nest. Lisa grasped the edges of the wall with limp arms, concentrating just to lift them to pull herself. As she started to, Quilava stirred, Lisa hearing a growl bubble up from his throat. The fire type slid off to her side and reached forward in one fluid motion, reaching up with his jaws and clenching them shut around the girl’s wrist. Lisa squealed aloud and tried to beat him off with her free hand, but the glancing blows did nothing to deter him as he dragged her around and away from the nest edge. “No no no no! Let me go! Please! I’ll never t-tell anyone what happened! I’ll never come here again!” Her legs bumped along the uneven surface of the nest until she came to a stop, Quilava not letting her leave despite her promises. Instead, the fire type began to lick and slurp around the wrist he had a grip on, even letting it fall from his maw as he sampled her. Lisa’s eyes widened in horror as Quilava’s tongue slurped up her arm and across her face, before licking across his own lips. Lisa had no doubt what the pokémon was about to do, but all was confirmed when the quilava’s belly rang out in a needing growl.

“NO! Don’t eat me! Please!!” the trainer wailed, arms and legs pounding against the ground like a child throwing a tantrum. But the quilava simply grasped the flailing arms by the wrists with his paws, opened his mouth nice and wide, then crammed the girl’s hands deep inward. Jaws clamped down around the screaming trainer’s arms as he tugged and pulled, easily swallowing down Lisa’s hands, the pair clasped together in the tight throat beyond. Lisa tried to pry them free but they were stuck good. Drool ran down her arms as she slowly began getting eaten alive.

The new pokémon trainer’s day had started out so well. The last place she envisioned to be towards the end of her second day out was to be trapped in a nest of wild fire types, only to have her entire team devoured, and then herself fucked and eaten. Lisa flung her head and flailed her legs in resistance, while trying to pull her hands from the quilava’s gullet. But the girl slid towards that slobbery maw as opposed to away, the quilava’s eyes rolling as he fed the pokémon trainer to himself. Quilava’s tongue prodded out between the arms as he swallowed again, the wet slimy thing mashing up against the bridge of Lisa’s nose and between her eyes. The trainer went cross-eyed a moment before squealing at the top of her lungs. “NOOO! STOP! D-d-d-d-on’t eat me stop nooo–mrrrph!!!” Lisa’s head sank into the wide, drooling quilava jaws, hair matted down against her face and neck, arms nearly gulped down to her shoulders. Her hands squelched into the stomach, fingers flicking through some kind of slimy, heated stingy fluid, making the girl squeal into the slobbery tongue. Quilava ignored the human entirely as he gulped and swallowed, loud GLURPs and GLRKs devouring her inches at a time. She continued to kick, but the angle left her damaging only the nest, while Quilava dragged his tongue across her face and cupped up under her chin.

The young trainer’s face pressed against the pillowy pulsating gullet, before it enveloped around it and the fire type swallowed again. Lisa’s pleas – already muffled and inaudible – fell silent, her screams mouthed silently in the bulging quilava neck. The salivating fire type gripped around Lisa’s chest with his fore paws and heaved more of his meal inward, uttering out loud gulps with every push inward. His tongue had wormed its way through the neck of Lisa’s shirt and tasted bare sweaty skin, purring at the trainer’s flavor. She was no easy meal – being bigger than him – but that wasn’t stopping the pokémon from greedily cramming Lisa down his gullet. The girl cringed and cried, slimy drool coating her whole head and now chest as her shoulders were devoured. Her head again pressed against something squelching and tight: The sphincter to the stomach relaxed and contracted around the horrified girl’s head, dragging it deep into the bowels of the hot belly. She squirmed and fought uselessly, quilava paws squeezing against her thighs and sliding further down with her small, pudgy stomach fed into the working jaws. Her skirt folded into the eager quilava’s mouth, fully-exposing her damp, clinging panties, with Lisa feeling the heated breezes of the nest buffeting her but and bare legs. “Hrrrmpph!!”

Quilava’s flames kicked up again. Though unlike the blaze from his rut, they were more a humming simmer of delight: Much more controlled and tempered, the flames exuded the quilava’s pleasure as he continued devouring the largest meal of his life. His paws slipped down past the hips to press up against the girl’s plush buttcheeks, digits sinking into the padded rump as they pushed inward. Lisa was still kicking as much as she could, but the trainer was nearly tapped out, making her legs barely shake around. Quilava felt not the kicks, but the shifting cheeks beneath his forepaws as Lisa struggled and protested. The fire type huffed out a snort, hot air blowing past the girl’s rump and making her flinch.

Quilava smirked and began working his jaws, chewing around the plump, tasty rear end of his meal and guiding it deeper into the maw. Lisa shrieked out a muffled cry when her head pressed against the walls of the stomach, mashed into muscle and tiny puddles of stomach fluid, her shoulders and chest squeezing into the chamber behind her. She stopped kicking when the warm air from outside on her butt and thighs were replaced by the hot, humid climate of the pokémon’s mouth. Quilava wasted no time in painting up the trainer’s now-ingested rear in drool, tongue worming all around the panties and even slithering into the hole his cock had tore, reveling in the plump flavor each cheek had to offer. His jaws continued opening and closing, a muffled cry of despair heard each time Lisa’s buttcheeks were squeezed tightly, before bouncing back to normal size, over and over again. The trainer had to endure the torture for several moments, though each soft chew felt like an hour of agony. But the fire type never stopped swallowing, ushering more and more of the largest meal of the nest that day into his jaws, the chubby rear end of Lisa squeezing into the gullet with a thick, lengthy GLRRRURRK! A vague outline of Lisa’s torso and bulging butt betrayed itself on the quilava’s creamy underside, the fire type’s belly expanding a little with every fresh gulp he took.

Lisa’s limp legs were no challenge to devour. With the meatiest parts completely swallowed away, Quilava languidly slurped in the final remnants of Lisa the pokémon trainer. The stubby, thick thighs were chewed at, tasted, slurped and swallowed without much fanfare, Lisa’s knees pressed against slobber-drenched lips. She meaninglessly bent her lower legs up, as if to anchor herself to the world in a last, vain attempt, but that hope died as she felt forepaws press them down and together, shoving her in deeper still. Glk, glp, gulp, slrrk… Quilava purred around those lower legs, paws sliding past ankles and settling against the soles of Lisa’s bare feet. The girl whined as that last bit of fresh air vanished from feel and thought, ankles feet and finally toes delivered into the awaiting maw. The quilava’s lips sealed shut around the final part of his massive meal, jaws collecting together neatly and lips joining once more with a squelch of saliva spurting free. The fire type sported plump cheeks, getting a last savoring of the pokémon trainer with his tongue running all over Lisa’s feet. The girl cringed and flexed her toes, more instinctively than a form of protest at this point, as she rolled over on herself in the groaning stomach. Her butt just managed to squeeze its way into the belly, with hips chasing after. Her panties caught on the squeezing throat muscles some, the underwear now dangling just past her now-exposed butt around those chubby thighs. She whimpered to herself in pitch blackness, all hope lost when Quilava tilted his head back, swallowing Lisa whole with a definitive, squelching swallow. GLRRRMK!

The quilava’s well-worked jaws fell open and a sigh escaped, Lisa-scented breath spewing out as the fire type followed his siblings’ example and plopped onto his back. The rest of Lisa was quick to join her, the chubby young pokémon trainer curled completely and entrapped in the grumbling, lurching stomach. Quilava unleashed a large belch, which rebounded about the confines of the nest as he spewed out gobs of drool and some blonde hairs. He lazily licked his lips and fell to his side, the massive bulging belly squirming about with the lively pokémon trainer pushing and protesting within. The lumpy furry belly bulge betrayed images of a girl’s face and legs, with Lisa fetally-curled and unable to really adjust. She cried out and squirmed hard, now-exposed buttcheeks rubbing against the stomach walls and pressing outward, the underbelly of the fire type exposing an outline of chubby cheeks. The muscles all throughout the stomach churned and pulsated around her, gradually tightening their hold on all sides, as stinging acids began to secrete from the walls and populate the already-full belly.

“HRRMMMPPHH!!!” The devoured trainer cried incoherently, though no pokémon in the nest gave her the time of day. Her captured pokémon were half-digested masses in cyndaquil bellies, the small fire types already napping away. It was hard to tell the state of fennekin, her starter pokémon being no more than a small snack for the typhlosion. The mother of the nest was busy tending to her young, not paying her example of a meal any heed. With the cyndaquil well-ahead of their brother, Typhlosion focused in on the quilava that she was feeling such pride for. A large paw rubbed against the roiling bulge in his belly, Quilava purring lazily as the soft motherly touch pressed and squeezed comfortingly against the furry bulge that was as big as the fire type himself. Lisa felt the paw naturally, it compressing her in an already-fully-contracted stomach. When it pressed her face inward, she found it nearly impossible to breath, though the paw never stayed in one place for long. She took panicked breaths when it slid down to her legs, pushed and bent backwards, straining and stretching the girl uncomfortably. The paw reached down to the quilava’s underbelly and massaged around the outlined butt of the trainer, Lisa clenching her eyes shut and whimpering as the chubby rear was pressed inward and played about, inadvertently forcing Lisa’s head up against the walls and sloshing the ever-growing pile of stomach fluids about her.

Quilava strained his head out to nuzzle at his mother, the typhlosion gathering her young around to the middle of the nest. She curled about all three of them, as Quilava quietly dozed off into a food-induced nap. His stomach diligently churned and gurgled away, Lisa’s cries and protests growing weaker with every passing minute. The cyndaquil bellies were quietly-but-steadily still working their own respective meals away, with Typhlosion’s belly being the quietest off all: She had the least amount of work ahead. Seeing her young asleep, well-fed, and content, Typhlosion laid her head down and closed her eyes, protectively curled around her young. Lisa’s final struggles and moans ended with a whimpering “Mrrph… grrrrglerrrrn” sounding out from the quilava’s active belly, before the nest was filled with nothing but the natural ringing processes of digestion.

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Hours passed. Afternoon gave way to late evening when the pokémon of the nest started to stir. The cyndaquil both awoke first, within minutes of one-another. They left the center of the nest to play, chasing one another lazily around the outer ring. Their bellies were much smaller, each sporting some additional pudge on their forms but largely unencumbered. They stayed warm from the activity and by keeping their flames alight, since they were no longer in the comforting embrace of family in the center. Typhlosion was the next to wake up, simply peeking her eyes open and watching with a smile as her young played. She yawned silently, wide maw exposed the world before being closed off, and smacked her lips some. Her belly was completely quiet, her form unchanged, Fennekin barely a snack to her. She watched the cyndaquil play for a bit, then checked on her eldest son.

The quilava was on his back, snoring loudly and showing no signs of waking up. His belly was much softer and smooth, with excess flab sagging beyond his hips and off either side. The typhlosion stretched out her foreleg before bringing the paw gently down over the belly. The soft malleable stomach squeezed between her digits as she rubbed away, idle sloshing heard as she did so. Lisa was nothing more than mounds of nutritious soupy remains, clothes and all digested completely down to nothing recognizable. The quilava was in a blissful food coma, and Typhlosion wasn’t about to disturb it. The much-plumper fire type continued snoring away, idly dreaming about the taste of the pokémon trainer he devoured, and how great his first rut felt. The quilava had a definitive preference for human from that point going forward, especially females, since a fuck before supper was always desired. He fantasized of the next time his mother would deliver another feast to the nest, dozing the evening away as the remains of the young, optimistic pokémon trainer Lisa stewed in the belly of the pudgy, placated pokémon.