A beautiful meadow teeming with floral life and Pokémon life alike sat gently nestled somewhere within the Kanto region. It bloomed somewhat near a town populated by humans, though not many by their standards, but the residents of this meadow tended to keep to their own devices. Here among hundreds upon hundreds of Pokémon lived a Pichu, who very much enjoyed life in the meadow. He frolicked and played and ate and played to his little heart’s content. It wouldn’t be long before he yearned for some form of companionship, and the resulting happiness from becoming part of a Kangaskhan clan’s family would lead this Pichu to evolve into a very familiar Pikachu! One who would go on to have many fantastic adventures with his Pokémon trainer and closest friend in the world, with many other companions who’d come and go over time.

That is, if he would make it to that day. But the meadow wasn’t all fun and games, especially for small, vulnerable Pokémon like Pichu. For every Pokémon content with nothing but a diet of berries and friendship, others required more squirmy sustenance to sate their appetites. Pichu was blissfully unaware of most of who would consider him nothing but a quick and filling meal, but that didn’t make him ignorant of such creatures. He was able to either climb, run away from, or zap those pesky predators away and leave him alone. Those Pokémon would learn their lesson quickly and head off to find some easier prey. Although it was very effective, Pichu was like many others of his kind: One powerful zap would course through himself as much as his target, and Pichu would be stunned due to lack of biological insulation from his own electric attacks. It took a few moments to shake the dizzy spell off, and was a last resort of defense, but always did the trick for the happy-go-lucky Pichu, who’d then go about his day as if nothing were amiss.

It was just another sunny day in the bright and beautiful meadow for Pichu. He raced up and down trees, said hello to fellow friendly Pokémon, and had his usual fun time entertaining himself. There was something missing from that enjoyment and happiness, though Pichu’s mind wasn’t on that currently. He was having too much fun being himself! So much fun, in fact, that he wound up playing next to a dark and dreary Pokémon den, housing someone not too friendly at all! Pichu missed a set of yellow eyes that glowed in the dank shadows of the den, else he would’ve bolted away that very instant, leaving playtime for later. Instead, Pichu merrily continued on as a comparatively-large purple serpent slithered her way out of that den. It was Ekans! The snake Pokémon had scented a scrumptious snack from within the den, rousing her from a rest that was primarily spent digesting away a previous meal. When her glowing eyes set sight on a dancing Pichu, she was certain this meal would top the last, and the one before that even! Pichu was unaware that an Ekans was eyeing him up for lunch, nor did his big ears sense the heavy slithers across the dirt. It wasn’t until Ekans pounced did those ears perk and alert Pichu of the danger! He gasped and turned to see a wide-open Ekans maw diving through the air and descending right for him! There was no time at all to run or hide, but Pichu’s last resort flared to life in a flash in instinct and self-preservation. An intense yellow bolt of electricity encompassed Pichu before sizzling through the meadow and stunning the Ekans right out of the sky! Ekans cried out in surprise before crumpling down to earth in a heap, Pichu not letting up on the blast until his small nascent electric sacs were empty. As the last flutter of lightning fled Pichu’s body, he was dazed, his central weakness bearing down on him. He was barely able to stand with his eyes swirling and large head swaying back and forth. Ekans immediately retreated back into the den, the entrance nothing but darkness, Pichu apparently successful in preventing the would-be predator from having herself a mousy meal.

Or so he thought! Pichu was honestly too stunned from his attack to really tell. His ears were the only sense really active, and from what he could tell the Ekans had fled once she’d gotten a taste of his jolt. What his ears could not see were those two glowing eyes once more shimmering out from the cave, furrowed into an angered glare. The snake Pokémon poked her head out – cautiously this time – and those eyes brightened into something much more delightful: There was the quarrelsome rodent, stunned out of his mind… and ripe for the taking. Ekans flicked her tongue out into the air and glanced about, not seeing another Pokémon in sight: Pichu’s attack had chased any would-be interference away, leaving him and the Ekans alone. Ekans’ flickering tongue retracted, but not before a lip got a bit of a lick on the way in: This Pichu belonged to her now!

Pichu shook his large head about, finally chasing off those dizzy demons and vision clearing. Just as his eyes were brought into focus once more, he saw a sea of slithering purple scales. “Pi?” he wondered, just as all that purple collapsed in on him from all sides! “Pichu!” he exclaimed, the coils of the Ekans grasping his body tight. His fores were pinned to his sides, legs and tail sticking out beneath those coils. His head was all that was above, granting Pichu the means to look up at his attacker. It was that same Ekans! She looked singed but otherwise alert, and her own head hovered inches above his own. He tried summoning forth another powerful shock, stronger than the last, but his cheeks puffed out a few sparks but otherwise died out. “P-pi? Pichu Pichu!” His voice grew more panicked by the second, as Ekans, who wanted to enjoy her Pokémon lunch in private, merely grinned down at him. Their eyes met, hers glowing even in that daylight, which made the Pichu shiver in her grasp. Those coils tightened further and Pichu’s breathing became more rapid and labored, hardly able to draw a good breath. Satisfied with her catch secured about her middle coils, Ekans casually dragged Pichu away from the peaceful meadow, into the dangerous darkness that was her own den. “P-P-Pichu!” the ensnared rodent Pokémon cried, though nobody came to his rescue. His hinds scrabbled along the ground, kicking up some dirt, but all he accomplished was leaving a dragging set of prints along the way into the den. Any Pokémon seeing that sight would only shake their heads as they imagined a foolish Pokémon waddling in to their own demise at the behest of Ekans.

Pichu cried out some more, voice half-choked from the unyielding snake coils, as daylight transitioned to darkness and he crossed the den’s threshold. It went back a fair ways, some 10 or 15 feet, too far away for any prey to escape should they find a way to make a break for it. The smells in the air were most unpleasant: The rank odor of fear, no doubt enhanced with every doomed Pokémon Ekans took in. The host continued slithering along until reaching the end, where Pichu saw a crude nest of sticks and – Pichu gulped with fright – small bones. Ekans slid up and over the edge of the nest, not-gently depositing Pichu in the middle of that terrible place, and forming a wall of purple around him again, with a looming head staring down with bright glowing eyes. “Ekanssss,” she hissed with a smile. Pichu, though freed from the coils and shaking his limbs to wake them up, didn’t make a sound back. His eyes quivered in fear, and he stumbled backwards on his butt, only to back into the side-laying Ekans’ middle. When he pressed up against it, a tell-tale growling burbled out from it. Pichu’s ears flicked and a raspy “Chu…” of worry tumbled out from his mouth. Ekans thrust her belly forward, the startled Pichu lunged forward to press to the serpent’s lower neck scales. “P-Pi… Piiiichu!” he begged. Though those glowing eyes betrayed nothing but lust and hunger; not a hint of compassion was to be seen.

Another slow, elongated growl emanated from Ekans’ stomach. Pichu shook like a leaf, knowing that short of a miracle, he was doomed to be the hungry snake Pokémon’s lunch!

None came. The segmented tail of the hungry Pokémon coiled around Pichu’s stubby tail, holding him in place. He looked back as the tail brushed against his rump, tail completely encompassed by Ekans’ own, before his head snapped back to look up at the head. What he saw made his spine tremble: Ekans’ mouth hung open a fraction, and collected drool dribbled down onto his yellow-furred forehead. “P-p… P-pi…” Pichu moaned, quivering lips and watering eyes unable to look away as those slobber-stained jaws parted open. A hissing purr of pleasure poured from that mouth as it widened, and the glow of those evil eyes brightened the den enough for Pichu to make out every glistening detail of those innards. The thick serpent tongue remained housed within the  fang-free mouth, guiding Pichu’s eyes all the way back to the throat, which seemed to wink at him. Ekans opened wider still – more than enough for a meal this size – and all went dark as the serpent Pokémon’s eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. Blind, stuck, and in terrified, Pichu let out his loudest cry of the day, its panic layering atop that fearful scent already rank within the din.

“P-Piiiiiichuuu!” Don’t eat meeeee!

Ekans’ head plunged downward and sank between her coils, right down over Pichu’s wide head and quivering ears. Scaly lips clasped down and around Pichu’s stomach, squishing the meaty midsection more than the coils had previously. Pichu’s face smacked into the hot, sticky tongue, and his muffled cries made it tremble. More drool rained down atop his head, with the tips of his ears tickling the back of the throat. Pichu felt Ekans’ tail part from his own, as the serpent head raised up from the nest, bringing his ingested body along for the ride! “Pmmnfff chmmffff!!!” was all that could barely be heard escaping those clenched jaws. Light returned to the den when Ekans’ eyes opened half-lidded, showing signs of pure pleasure. This Pichu meal would sate her for several days at least, and the squirming cries and youthful flavors were positively delicious to that thick tongue. Pichu hung from his lower belly out, the poor Pokémon prey kicking his stubby legs and flagging his little black tail for his life. More hot slobber poured from Ekans’ mouth, coating the protruding furry Pichu rear good and making it shine in the predator’s den, all while her tongue rubbed up against Pichu’s face and chest to get a good taste of him before devouring him alive.

And that contented serpent smile never left her lips through the entire affair, for on top of the satisfaction of a fresh catch, Ekans was tasting sweet revenge for the shock treatment the delectable Pichu put her through.

The sounds of wet snake jaws closing down and around half a Pichu squelched on out of the den, and if any were loitering and hearing that combined with muffled whines, they would have cleared off in an instant. But Ekans and Pichu were left alone, to the delight of one and horror to the other. Pichu could just feel his head slowly slinking to the back of the squishy throat, whining into that thick tongue all the while. Slobber coursed through his fur and made the journey all the simpler, despite Pichu trying to use his fores to forestall his doom. He continued shaking his rump and flinging his legs and tail back and forth, as if to dislodge himself from those smiling jaw. It was all useless, futile, inevitable… Those words passed through Pichu’s mind, leading him to cry out in despair within the bulging Ekans jaws. The snake Pokémon herself rattled the tip of her tail in pleasure, meanwhile, and pointed her scaly head to an upward angle. Pichu felt the shift, his butt even grazing the top of the den a moment before the jaws parted wider. Ekans worked her tongue out between Pichu’s legs, and cupped it up to Pichu’s rear. The tandem attack of gravity and hunger sent a squealing Pichu to the back of the throat, rear end slotting neatly between the lips that quickly slammed closed behind him!

Utter darkness. Pichu’s ears had already sank into the throat, with the rest of him making squirming bulges along Ekans’ cheeks. The serpent Pokémon spent a few more gleeful, smirking moments tasting her Electric-type lunch in simple bliss, lips dripping in drool, tongue flicking out occasionally, and squirms betraying Pichu’s desire not to be devoured on the spot. The tips of hindpaws and a twitching tiny tail stuck out beyond the gums for just a moment, but an eager slurp put an end to that. Pichu splayed along the tongue, limbs useless, tail stuck up against his back, completely removed from the world at large. There wasn’t going to be a way for Pichu to feel that gap of emotion he felt. No happiness to quench any more. Just a growling hungry Ekans belly. “P-Pichu…” he moaned, shivering heavily despite the heated drool coating his entire body.

Pichu had been trying in vain to build up another electric shock, but it was far too soon from his previous one to muster even a small spark. Instead he was left to wallow in darkness as Ekans teased his head towards the noisy gullet. When his head SPLRTCH’d against the throat and started to get massaged, that sent him into a frenzy. His muffled cries and pleads not for Ekans to eat him up were ignored, the snake Pokémon tipping her bulging cheeks up further. Pichu felt the pounding muscles of the gullet contract open, and his loudest cries yet intensified.

GLURP!

A very Pichu-shaped bulge worked its way down Ekans’ body, the snake’s jaws parting and sighing contently with her satisfying snack swallowed down. Pichu hyperventilated as the slow, terrible procession proceeded, his body crushed from all sides without remorse and more tightly than any snake coils could hope to accomplish. His sensitive ears heard every inner sound, especially those of the belly, which he soon found himself embedded within: Ekans’ midsection contained a bloated mass of squirming electric rodent, her lips licked and smacked without care as she hummed and looked down at herself. Her jaws stretched out into an elongated yawn, caring not for the Pichu who instantly began to become coated in slimy, stinging stomach fluids. She wrapped her tail about herself in an adorable coil of comfort, and rested her chin against her new warm squirming pillow. Muffled cries and pleas for help mingled with GLRRRRRGS and CHRRRGLES. Pichu was scrunched together in the tight stomach confines, slurching forward a millimeter at a time, the snake stomach slowly processing him through that assembly line of digestion, for what would be hours leading to days.

Ekans rested contently, all cuddled up within the confines of her nest. It was just big enough to fit her spiraled coiled body, and was just a bit more snug by virtue of her distended middle. While the predator snoozed, the prey squirmed and struggled. Pichu was drenched in swallowed slobber and untold amounts of slowly-burning stomach acids. Pichu whimpered and moaned in the depths, stomach walls pressing in from all sides and gradually ushering him deeper in. His protruding bulges were bumpy and vaguely shaped, with his head forming the largest of the bunch. It visibly moved along that spiraled snake body, noisily squelching and churning and sifting about. The pleasant feelings of being full with thriving meat made Ekans sleep better, while Pichu whined and sputtered and wriggled in vain efforts to escape the tummy torment.

After a couple hours of this, Ekans yawned wildly, and the den was once more brightened up with glowing reptilian eyes. She quietly slipped out of her nest and towards the exit, fancying a late afternoon stroll. She emerged, a gentle smile on her lips, bunching and expanding in a steady practiced rhythm. Pichu’s mark on her gurgling middle had shifted nearly one body length, still struggling away among subtle churns. Like most of her kind, Ekans typically spent days digesting live prey, and they were around for most of it. Pichu was vaguely aware of what was happening outside, hearing  the occasional swish of Ekans’ serpent body making her way about the meadow. Ekans herself stole occasional glances at other Pokémon milling about, giving the same friendly greetings that Pichu was doling out hours ago. Those Pokémon greeted her the same way back, not dwelling too much on the barely-audible muffled cries from the belly or the fact that her bulge was still moving independent of herself. Ekans let them be, her demeanor perfectly amicable when she didn’t see you as a meal. She was as much a peaceful resident of the meadow as any other Pokémon. She found herself out in a wide grassy field and slithered along, soaking in the sun’s rays, enjoying the sights, smelling the flowers, and liking the feeling of soft soil and grass beneath her scales. A sibilant sigh escaped when she found a large rock she liked to occupy from time to time, rolling up onto it and settling on her back, fully stretched out. Pichu sank another inch or two down the lengthy serpent body while Ekans enjoyed her time in the sun, warming up and idly listening to other Pokémon and, to a lesser extent, her belly digesting Pichu away. The well-fed snake Pokémon fell asleep again there, and not a soul disturbed her.

Pichu’s squirms went still some hours later, with Ekans only waking up just as the sun was going down and the moon rising. Her head hung over one side of the rock and her tail the other, contently swaying both back and forth as she awoke. Her glowing eyes pierced twilight and identified her to the various nocturnal Pokémon just waking up. She yawned and allowed herself to slip right off the rock, piling up into a puddle of coils and looking to stars starting to twinkle. A gang of Rattata were sleepily making their way off to their homes for the evening, not even noticing the large serpent not three feet from them. The last one in line only just caught the telltale glow from the corner of his eye. He froze, red eyes widening, and slowly turned to the Ekans who was smirking down at him. She yawned her jaws open wide, flicked her tongue out, then snapped them close with a mischievous, playful grin on her lips. Rattata’s lips twitched into a nervous smile of his own, and relief swept over him when he noticed the softly-gurgling, now-smooth bulge several inches from the tip of her tail. Ekans had recently fed, and was therefore no threat to anyone. He unfroze, fur settling from having stood on end, and daintily resumed his stroll without any worry. Ekans hissed out a little laugh and made for home herself, tall grass flattened in her wake.

Ekans didn’t spare a single thought to the digesting Pichu deep within her gut, the meal a vague memory already, and one that would fade in the coming days. The only instincts alert to her were that of no longer being hungry, her body sustained for quite a while even on a Pokémon as small as Pichu. The former Electric-type wasn’t much himself anymore, meanwhile. What were formative bulges and bumps along purple and yellow scales was nothing but a single malleable paunch of soupy remains, and was shrinking by the hour. Days ticked by and the bulge continued sifting along, nutrients and more absorbed within Ekans, providing everything she needed for some time. 

All of the would-be Pikachu’s adventures never came to pass, seeing as he was nothing more than streamlined softness on Ekans’ scales. Pichu’s potency wasn’t quite enough to fend off the hungry serpent, and Pichu paid dearly for his desperate measure doing more harm to himself than her! By the sixth evening there was hardly a trace left, just a simple little protrusion near the rattling Ekans tail. And even that would dissipate as Ekans slept, slithered, played and had a good time. It was only a couple weeks hence where Ekans would camp within the depths of her den, eyes closed, tongue tasting the air, waiting for the next hapless prey to wander too close.

Then those glowing eyes would betray her presence, highlighting the incipient striking, and if all went according to her design, she would feast once more.