Warning: This story involves scenes of oral vore and graphic digestion. If this is not your thing then stop reading now. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is the property of Nintendo and Game Freak.

A Little Taste of Kanto

This was the best mistake he had ever made, thought a Rattata to himself as he lay his back casually against a pile of grain, flicking a piece into the air and letting it fall into his open mouth. The climate was fair; food was plentiful; and best of all, there were no predators to hide from. He should have stowed away on a ship years ago. It beat scrounging through dumpsters in the city and dodging Meowths, Purrloins, and other such predators. He just needed to make sure that no humans saw him and he could help himself to whatever he wanted.

How did he land himself such a sweet gig? Well a few days ago, he was searching for food near the docks, when a stray Glameow pounced at him from behind some garbage cans. The Rattata scurried for his life, weaving through crates and barrels to evade the hungry feline. He scanned ahead for anything that he could use to shake the predator from his tail. As luck would have it, he spotted a crate with a knot hole in one of its planks. He dove through the hole and peered back out cautiously. He watched as the Glameow slowly walked by the crate, looking around for her lost meal. The feline sniffed the air and ground, searching for the rodent's scent. The Glameow began to approach the crate and the Rattata held his breath, praying for a miracle.

"Hey! Get away from there!" a human yelled, chasing off the hungry feline.

The Rattata breathed a sigh of relief, thanking Arceus for the human's interference. He prepared to exit the crate, but before he could, the crate began to move and he was thrown off balance. He saw the world outside the crate move past him and heard human voices close by. He didn't want to risk being caught by humans, so he just waited patiently as his crate was moved along the docks. Soon he was being moved up a ramp and into one of the human transport ships. He was taken below deck and through some metal corridors before finally being placed in a room with dozens of other similar crates.

And that was how he got here. At first he was scared; Afraid that he would never see his home again, and afraid that he would starve aboard this human vessel. But soon he grew accustomed to his new surroundings. He found that some of the barrels and crates contained food and there didn't seem to be any other Pokemon on board to disturb him.

So there he was, lying in a barrel of grain, gorging himself on seeds and kernels. This was the life, he thought to himself. However, his little bit of paradise was interrupted as he heard the metal door to the store room creek open. The Rattata froze for a second then quickly buried himself beneath the surface of the grain. He could hear footsteps and human voices approaching him. Then he felt a familiar sensation as the barrel he was in was lifted and moved. He waited patiently for the moving to stop and the voices to leave before finally peaking his head out of the barrel. He was on another dock, but one much different than the one he had left from. A horn blasted behind him and he turned to see the cargo ship he had been on was leaving.

No! Come back! he thought as he watched his meal ticket literally set sail. He scurried to the edge of the deck and watched sorrowfully as the ship left port.

"Hey! Get out of here you rodent!" a human yelled, snapping him back to reality.

The Rattata fled inland, leaving the human and the docks behind him. He didn't pay attention to where he was going, he was only following his basic instinct to flee. Once he was a fair distance from the docks, he stopped to catch his breath and take in his new surroundings. The climate was warm and humid and the sun shone brightly in the sky. The scent of the sea was in the air and much of the vegetation looked lush and tropical.

So here he was, lost and alone in unfamiliar surroundings with almost no hope of ever returning home. He resisted the urge to panic. He was here now; He would just have to make the best of it. A light growl from his tummy alerted him to his first priority. All that running had already renewed his appetite. There had to be something edible around here. The Rattata strolled through some tall grass, searching for anything that might sate his rumbling tummy. Eventually he exited into a small clearing with nothing but a single large palm tree at the center. But littered around the base of the tree were berries of all shapes and sizes. Praising his good fortune, the Rattata took a quick look around. There didn't appear to be any other Pokemon in the area. When he was satisfied that it was safe, he scampered over to the berry pile and began to dig in.

Little did the Rattata know that he had been rather hasty in scan. A pair of hungry eyes watched the Rattata from a nearby bush. The predator had set up a stakeout, waiting patiently for any prey to stop at the tempting pile of berries. And as luck would have it, it was a Rattata, his absolute favorite; Though he was surprised to see one out so early. With the skill of an expert predator, he silently left the bush and snuck up on his prey.

The Rattata was surprised to find that the berries here were just like the ones at home. There were Oran berries, Sitirus berries, Leppa berries, and many more. He was so preoccupied with stuffing his face, that he didn't even notice the large shadow loom over him.

"Alola cousin, what's a tasty little morsel like you doing out at this hour?" a voice said from behind the Rattata.

The startled Rattata spun around quickly and found himself staring up at the face of a Pokemon he'd never seen before. It looked like a mongoose with brown fur and a yellow underbelly. It stood on its hind legs, with its arms locked behind its back, staring down at the Rattata with an indiscernible expression. The Rattata didn't know it, but the Pokemon that stood before him was a Gumshoos, a master of patience and persistence.

The Rattata released a panicked squeak before trying to bolt back into the grass. However he had hardly turned his back to the Gumshoos when a paw slammed down on his tail and lifted him into the air. The Rattata found himself dangling from his tail right in front of the Gumshoos face. He struggled and thrashed about wildly, trying desperately to escape the predator's grasp.

"My you're a lively one aren't you cousin." the Gumshoos stated as he watched the Rattata tire himself out from his constant struggle.

Finally the Rattata's flailing died down and he was left gasping and panting for breath.

"I should thank Tapu Koko for my good fortune, it's rare to find one of your kind out during the day." the Gumshoos said.

The Rattata had no idea what he was talking about, but with no other options he began to beg for his life "Please don't eat me! I'll do anything you ask! I'll bring you all the berries you can eat!"

"I'm afraid not cousin." the Gumshoos replied "Catching one of you is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I don't intend to give that up."

"But, but I don't... You can't..." the Rattata was at a loss for words, his terrified little prey mind spiraling into a panic.

The Gumshoos looked over his soon to be meal, marveling at his delicious looking form. This was actually the first time he looked closely at the Rattata though and now that he was looking, he noticed that something was "off" about his prey.

"What's up with your fur cousin? Are you sick?" The Gumshoos asked curiously.

Again the Rattata had no idea what he was talking about, be he saw an avenue for escape and he decided to take it.

"Yes! I'm sick! I have, er, Pokerus! And if you eat me, you'll catch it too!" the Rattata bluffed. He had no idea what Pokerus was, but he'd heard the humans mention it before.

The Gumshoos looked thoughtful for a second, giving the Rattata a faint sliver of hope. "Nice try cousin, but prey will say anything to save their hides." the Gumshoos called his bluff, making the Rattata's heart sink "No sick prey could have struggled as much you did, but I applaud your effort."

The compliment meant nothing to the Rattata. He was about to be eaten! Every prey's worse nightmare! "Help!" he yelled out desperately.

"You can call for help all you want cousin, but no one will come to save you." the Gumshoos informed him.

The Rattata found himself being lifted above the Gumshoos head. The Gumshoos opened his mouth wide as he dangled the Rattata over his awaiting gullet. The Rattata looked into the maw below him. He could see the tongue sticking out, eager to taste his flavor, and the rippling throat muscles, ready to pull him into the abyssal pit of the Gumshoos's esophagus. The rank breath of the predator wafted up to the Rattata, making his nose scrunch in disgust. The Gumshoos began to lower the Rattata towards his salivating maw. The Rattata's pupils shrank in horror and he began to squirm again, making one last desperate attempt at escape. But there was nowhere to go now; Even if he managed to wriggle his tail free, he would just hasten his descent into the Gumshoos's awaiting gullet.

The Gumshoos bristled with anticipation as he awaited that first sweet taste of rodent flesh. He had waited so long for some unsuspecting prey to come along and finally his patience was about to pay off. He shivered in delight as he set the Rattata down on his tongue. The Rattata tasted nothing like he had expected, but that wasn't a bad thing. The rodent carried an exotic taste to him, like the rich flavors of a different land. He slurped his tongue around the Rattata's wiggling form, savoring the meal he had waited so long for.

The Rattata writhed in disgust and terror. It was far more horrifying than he could even imagine. The excited tongue lapped at his fur, soaking him in saliva and taking in his flavor. The Gumshoos was really taking his time, patiently licking over the Rattata's body, making sure to leave no place untasted. This went on for several terrifying minutes, the Rattata fearing each lick would be his last. Finally, the Gumshoos felt that he had enjoyed his meal enough and the Rattata's worse fears were realized.

He felt the tongue wrap around his body and pull him towards the back of the throat. He tried to resist, but he was no match for the skilled muscle. The Gumshoos even tilted his head back again to allow gravity to aid in swallowing the poor rodent. The Rattata's saliva slicked body quickly slid to the back of the throat, where powerful muscles clamped down over his rare paws. The Gunshoos took a powerful gulp, pulling the Rattata in up to his shoulder. His front paws were now pinned to his head, cutting off his ability to struggle. The Gumshoos took another gulp and with one final pitiful squeak, the Rattata disappeared into the Gumshoos's throat.

Tight flesh clamped down on every inch of the Rattata's body as peristalsis worked to move him towards his destination. In only a few gulps he found himself at the stomach's entrance, a tight ring of flesh the only thing separating him from his worst nightmare. With one final gulp, he felt the ring expand and his body pushed into the stomach chamber with a loud squelch.

The Gumshoos smiled to himself as he finished downing his meal "Alola cousin. May you have better luck in the next life."

The Rattata had surely found his way into hell. It was hot, dark, and wet. Elastic flesh surrounded him on all sides and the stench of acid hung heavily in the air. As soon as he had entered the horrific chamber, the walls began to coat his body in caustic fluids. His paws were already submerged in a pool of acid that stung them mercilessly. It wasn't long before his entire body began to tingle and itch as the digestive enzymes got to work at breaking down his flesh. The stomach walls seemed intent of tormenting him as well. Periodically they would clench and churn around him, grinding gastric acid deep into his flesh and chafing his sensitive skin.

Eventually the walls began to pull away patches of fur that had been weakened by the stomach's acid. This left raw exposed spots all over his body that pained him greatly. His paws were already burning, the acid they were submerged in making quick work of them. He released a cry of agony as the flesh melted from his paws, exposing the sensitive muscles underneath. The stomach clenched again, scraping away layers of his weakened flesh. His small body trembled and jerked as pain assaulted his senses from every angle. There was no escaping the pain, it was everywhere.

Muscles and tendons were becoming exposed all over his body. White, searing pain shot through his body like a hot knife through butter. He couldn't feel his paws anymore, all meat had been stripped from them, leaving nothing but a pool of bones and chyme. The stomach walls closed in around him again, tearing the remaining skin from his body. He howled out in anguish. How long would he be forced to endure this suffering?!

Seconds dragged on into minutes as vicious acid and stomach walls ate away at his exposed muscles. Everything hurt; Each ragged breath that he took shot fresh waves of pain through his ravaged body. He was going mad. Every moment he became less and less self-aware, until his entire identity consisted of nothing but suffering. His pitiful writhing slowly came to a halt as his muscles were destroyed, leaving motionless bones behind. Once his chest cavity was exposed, his vital organs spilled from his broken body. They quickly succumbed to the caustic acids and crushing stomach walls, melting down into a nutrient rich soup and finally putting an end to the Rattata's miserable existence.