Friend? Nope!

Sparky tried to flee, but a lazy stubby paw casually yanked him back by the tail. The scared Pikachu yiped when he fell into the grasp of the lazy, hungry big-maw’d Pokémon he’d just discovered. All Sparky wanted to do was make friends!

Instead, he ended up serving himself to the hungry Fuecoco for dinner!

“No… P-please no!” Sparky begged, the Pikachu wincing when hugged against Fuecoco. The Fire-type was leaned up against a tree, with Sparky’s rump propped up on his tail. He hugged his Pikachu catch close against his own body, ignoring the futile struggles. Sparky looked left and right but nobody else was around. When he looked back ahead a large, yawning Fuecoco mouth encompassed all his vision, as a large, sloppy tongue poured out and slopped languidly across his face. Hot sticky saliva was left in its wake, and Sparky moaned against the heated puffs of air coming from that mouthy Pokémon gullet. “Please… don’t eat me!”

But Fuecoco wasn’t about to pass up a free meal, and Sparky tasted positively delicious! Happy to not have to get up for dinner, he suddenly lunged an open mouth forward and clamped it down around Sparky’s squealing head, goggles and all! The terrified Pikachu whined a muffled cry, face mushed against slobbery tongue, tugged inward and feeling three big teeth press into his plump, delectable Pikachu body. “No! No no no! Don’t eat meeee!” he writhed, chest slipping into the mouth without care. Fuecoco mumbled around Sparky, and started gulping away with no rhythm or remorse. GLP, GLK… ULP… ULK ULP ULRRRK! Nothing but a squirming plump Pikachu butt hung out his large mouth now, little legs kicking, tail flagging every direction, with Fuecoco’s body bulging out between his legs. Sparky’s face was briefly outlined just under the yellow patch of scales, as he dove straight into the oven-like belly. “Mmmpph!”

Fuecoco’s jaws CLMP’d shut, painfully forcing Sparky’s chubby rear inward, tail hairs flitting to the ground. That lightning bolt tail swung to and fro, then shrunk as it was greedily slurped in. Sparky choked out a sob when he felt it compress against his own rear, as a large tongue lopped around and cupped up against it. With his cheek squished against the burning walls of the stomach, he let out one last cry not to be eaten alive, as he felt that very thing occur. GLURMP! Fuecoco belched out a saliva-soaked pair of goggles before Sparky completely settled into the stomach, curled in on himself with his rump crushing over his own head and face. Greedy stomach acids flooded the gut before he had much chance to do anything, and the sting and burning made the devoured Pikachu whine for his life.

Fuecoco leaned further back, tail sliding back and forth along the ground, with his stomach protruding generously with tasty Pikachu meat. He patted and rubbed around his engorged middle, big tongue noisily slurping across his lips, leaving a trail. Well-fed, it was time for this laid-back Fire Croc Pokémon to settle in for a nice, long slumber, to digest the squealing Sparky, and to look forward to the coming day’s meals.

Duck Food

A usually-intelligent Jolteon in glasses and aviator cap could not believe his luck! The Electric-type Pokémon was moseying about in a lake, and had assumed that the Quaxly packs would be of no bother to him, given how comparatively small they were. In a pinch he’d easily take them out in a battle, given the superior typing he possessed.

That was, until an ominous avian shadow loomed over his relaxing afternoon sunlight.

Vex, on his back and floating along, flailed and sputtered when a too-big Quaxly, wings tucked to her sides and big dripping beak partially agape, sized him up for lunch! “Wah!” Vex yelped, flailing around until he was right-side-up, then paddling away for dear life. He couldn’t take on a Pokémon that big! A hungry quacking noise from behind and a sudden splash told him it was futile, though, as that big beak managed to snatch him out of the water like any common fish food. “N-n-no!” Vex exclaimed, held up in the Quaxly’s jaws with a tongue playing about his hind legs, sampling his taste. A mumble around the beak reverberating against him told him all he dreaded: He tasted good!

Quaxly flicked her head up and opened wide, tossing a protesting Jolteon deeper down her maw, butt squelched into her throat with a noisy GLUP. “Wah! No Quaxly don’t! Don’t eat me don’t eat meeeeee!” Vex continued to beg for his life with more and more of him vanishing down the hungry duck gullet with every toss of her head. She fluffed her wings some, and flickered her tail in delight, the scrumptious Jolteon serving his role as food well for the avian Pokémon. Vex tried to muster up some manner of electric attack but the sudden strike and binding constriction of the slimy throat drove any possibility of that away. He was gasping for breath when another elongated NNGLK pulled his stomach and chest down into the squashing throat, leaving his head and forepaws sticking out the beak. “Someone! A-another Quaxly stop her, please! I don’t wanna get eaten alive!” The other Quaxly didn’t seem to care, though, probably wishing they were big enough to enjoy the Jolteon themselves. They’d have to settle for their usual fare, while the larger Quaxly dined on this feast of a Pokémon. Vex whimpered when his vision was surrounded by beak innards, tongue occasionally lapping up and sliding around his face, the poor Jolteon positively coated in Quaxly slobber. The beak collapsed around him with Quaxly’s flicking her head up again and again, GLP GLP GLPing the rest of Vex down. Vex vainly reached with a paw towards the closing beak, the digits snapped down around, and slurped in. Quaxly murmured delightedly, and heavily swallowed down the rest of her squirming meal in one big, neck-stretching GLOURK! The writhing of bulges visibly stretched out the feathery body and gathered up neatly in her stomach, Vex losing his glasses and hat among the storm of churning stomach fluids. The belly mostly floated along the surface of the water, with some sinking below, bobbing up and down. Quaxly licked her lips and kicked blue webbed feet along, to join the rest of the pack on a full stomach.

Inside the depths, the blue-colored belly and sticky stomach fluids worked into the curled-up crying Jolteon again and again, eager to work him down into fuel for the bigger-than-usual Quaxly. “P-please, someone, get me out of here. B-before she digests me! Pleeease!”

But no-one would come to help the poor eaten Jolteon. Vex’s hat and glasses would be found some time later, discarded well-before the well-fed Quaxly would digest him completely. She was more than happy to venture from lake to lake, snapping up unsuspecting Pokémon. Vex himself wouldn’t live to see the next, lake, though the tidy pile he’d be left behind as would sink to the depths of one, where bones and less-nice stuff would remain.

Obvious Pairing

26 was a blue-furred mouse who thought he’d done the unthinkable: Befriended a cat! This green feline seemed quite amused when she’d caught him out and about, not afraid one moment that a feline had just snatched up a rodent! Not so much as a whimper, casually greeting her like he would any other friend.

“Oh? Not afraid, little mouse?”

“Why should I? You seem nice!”

Flattered, the Sprigatito posed and walked to and fro like she was on a stage, leering down at the mouse who seemed nothing but appreciative of her features. “Like what you see then, hm?”

“Oh yes, miss Kitty! You look great! I’m–”

“26?” the Sprigatito guessed, poking a claw on the center of 26’s shirt bearing that number. After 26 nodded sheepishly, she smiled, fangs bared and all. “I’m Sprigatito. You can call me Sprig. But enough about you, let’s get back to me.”

And so, this attention-seeking Pokémon, with a dedicated audience, showed her stuff off. At first, 26 was paying rapt attention, having sat and lauding praise and kindness to the grass cat. Sprig was loving this, even running her bushy tail around 26 while traipsing around him. “You’re rather brave, you know? Hanging out with a cat like me.”

26, for his part, seemed genuinely confused. “How come?”

“You’re serious?” That got a laugh out of Sprig. “Well if you don’t know, I won’t spoil the fun. Now, what do you think of this?” Sprig sprang back and launched a fury of razor-sharp leaves through the air, decimating a set of pretty flowers minding their own business some feet away. 26 followed the trail with his eyes and looked back to a posed Sprigatito, eyes half-open and looking down smugly, expectantly.

“Impressive!” he praised, even clapping a little. But then 26 stood, dusted off his legs and stretched. “It was very nice to meet you Sprig, but I should probably get going soon. Other Pokémon to meet, you know?” His beaming smile faltered when a not-nearly-so-bright expression was returned.

“Oh, but I’m just getting started, little 26. You’re bailing on this lovely performance so soon?”

26, not sure how to follow up, went with his gut and was honest. “I-I’m afraid so!”

What a mistake that turned out to be.

“Well, if you won’t be my audience,” Sprig smirked, a lightning-quick paw snatching 26 up, “then you’ll be my supper.”

“Wh-what? N-no! Wait… wait!” 26 struggled in the vice-like grip of the cat, but it was hopeless. Sprig tore away the flimsy shirt of his, leaving the blue mouse bare and squished in the Grass Cat Pokémon’s paw. “I can stay I can stay! All day and night!”

“Too late, you got me hungry now,” Sprig cooed with a lick of her lips. Her other paw snagged the tip of 26’s tail, and yanked him upward. 26 swung down with a gasp and found himself dangled above a wide-open Sprigatito mouth. “Ahhhh,” she vocalized, tongue hanging out, to catch a delicious mouse for dinner!

“N-no don’t eat me! Please! Please!” 26 begged, but felt the pinched paw loosen. He squealed and plummeted right into the awaiting jaws, that snapped shut the instant rodent hit tongue. 26 cried out when thrust into the darkness, body squished uncomfortably between tongue and the ridged roof of the mouth. Only that mousy tail squirmed free outside green-furred lips, which Sprig correct with a quick noodly slrp! She mumbled and played with a squirming 26, pushing him from cheek to cheek, savoring her rodent treat. 26 tried straddling and grappling around the tongue, but the influx of drool and writing nature of it slurping against his chest, stomach, rear, legs, and now tail made that impossible. He let out another strangled cry when he was effortlessly thrust backwards into the twitching-open throat.

26 didn’t stand a chance. The Grass Cat Pokémon swallowed the mouse whole with a simple, dignified GULP, a throat bulge appearing and receding rapidly. 26 whined his whole trip down the gullet, splashing into a messy stomach, remnants of past meals and viscous stomach acids already burning against his fur. Sprig licked at the paw that had held 26, and mumbled something about scrumptious mice, before completely disregarding her mouse meal and hopping up onto a bench. That was a lot of showtime and it took much out of the feline, so it was time for a nap.

26’s shirt blew away in a simple gust of wind, and the mouse himself, up to his neck in stomach fluids, pleaded for Sprig to not digest him. But the cat was long-since asleep, leaving 26 to stew in the Grass-type’s belly, a brief audience and now permanent resident of a Sprigatito’s innards.