“Fuck, Dice, that’s good,” Roxie moaned, the nickit arching her spine as she pushed back against the fluffy white vulpix knotted deep inside her. On her back, Dice leaned forward, nuzzling her cheek as he lost himself to the moment. “It’s a good thing I’m not in heat,” she continued, nuzzling him back, “or I'd definitely be having your kits. No way am I popping out troublesome little twerps. I’d probably end up eating them!” 

Tongue dangling out of his mouth, Dice laughed at Roxie’s ‘joke’, only to grunt as he was squeezed particularly hard by her tight, orgasming spade.

The cave they were mating in was small, intimate. Just the right size for two young lovers to raise a family together if they were so inclined. And they most definitely were not inclined, as Roxie had so lovingly clarified. Dice was quite happy with this arrangement, all things considered. A tight, warm body to sheath himself in, with no real strings attached. What wasn’t to love?

A few minutes of lazily pumping his load inside Roxie later, his stomach growled. He hadn’t filled his belly since yesterday and could probably eat an entire ponyta. But that wasn’t on the menu today. He had a craving for something a bit more petite. “Ready for lunch?” he asked with a casual roll of his hips. “The rattata will wake up if we don’t eat them soon. That sleeping berry doesn’t last forever, and it’s always annoying when they try to escape.”

“Hrm, agreed,” Roxie replied after taking a moment to squeeze his knot, “but I have dibs on the males! They always grow erect when I swish them around in my maw.” She ground herself against him, giggling. “Betcha I can get him to cum before I swallow!”

Dice rolled his eyes but nonetheless conceded. Roxie always did like to play with her food. Then again, so did he. Perhaps they really were meant for each other. “I’ll take one of the females, then,” he mused. “Shouldn’t be too difficult to get them to hump against my tongue in their sleep, the sluts!” 

Still squeezing his load into Roxie, Dice leaned down to sniff at their pile of peacefully snoozing rattata. Finding a female from her scent, adorably curled up into a ball as she slumbered, he opened his maw wide and slurped her in without a second thought. Repositioning her with his tongue so that her head faced his throat and her backside rested on his tongue, he delved in, tasting his meal. The flavor of pussy intermingled with tailhole exploded across his taste buds, tangy, salty, and exactly what he craved. 

Hilariously enough, he didn’t even have to actively lick her to get a positive reaction; the still-asleep rattata started rocking her hips back and forth all on her own, humping his tongue like it was a fleshy pillow. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and decided to let her finish before he swallowed. It was the least he could offer given her imminent demise. It was also really fucking hot.

And so the slightly-plumper-than-average rattata mated his tongue, oblivious to the mortal danger she was in. 

Sunflower was having the most amazing dream. Surrounded on all sides by a harem of sexy rattata and raticate, each bending-over-backward for a chance at a turn with her royal rump: what wasn’t to love? 

In her dream, she was an empress, the empress. Empress of what, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. All that mattered were the enthusiastic tongues grooming her fur and the sexy males eating her out. “Don’t stop, my subjects! Your Empress is close, and she demands satisfaction!”

Humping the male’s face she had apparently been sitting on, Sunflower came. Hard. So hard in fact that her perfect dreamworld melted away, the pleasure of the tongues eating her out lingering even as she awoke. 

Sunflower found herself still in the throes of orgasm after waking from her very wet dream, humping whatever was pleasuring her. It was soft, squishy, slick, and, her sleep-dazed mind noticed, extremely alive. It pushed back against her motions, between her front legs, across her stomach, her erect teats, and even sliding across her anus and tail. It tingled so delightfully that she was almost tempted to just go with it.

It was as if an enormous tongue had somehow made its way in her den and was—

Her stomach lurched. Through the veil of pleasure still rolling across her brain, dread took hold. It didn’t just feel like a tongue, it was a tongue. Oh no, oh no, oh no! A-am I being eaten?! NO! I c-can’t be eaten! I can’t! This is still a dream, y-yes, just a dream! I’ll open my eyes and it’ll be in some silly funhouse with a fun, sexy tongue to hump, not a maw tasting me!

Opening her eyes, Sunflower was greeted with darkness. Her sensitive ears picked up deep, rumbling vibrations, echoing throughout the maw that she couldn’t accept being in. She just couldn’t. But it was true. She was being eaten. Only this terrible predator was taking their time tasting her for some reason. Time she was thankful to have, as it let her think of a way out of this. Okay, girl, you got this. You can do this. You can do this. For your family. For the children you wanted to have. You. Can. Do. This. For them.

Taking in a deep breath of hot, humid air, Sunflower yelled, “Please! I can’t— I can’t be eaten! Please, I have a family! Please!”

Dice was just about to swallow when he heard his prey’s tiny voice pleading for her life. He felt a slight—extremely slight—flicker of guilt, only for his stomach to growl. With a mental shrug, Dice threw his head back and gulped.

Sunflower knew it was over when that tongue that had been pleasing her so expertly suddenly jerked. Fleshy walls closed in around her as her host began the swallowing process, and with the help of their tongue yanking her forward with a violent lurch, she fell head-first into the tightest, warmest, most active tunnel she had ever experienced. Which wasn’t saying much: all the tunnels she’d been in had been dirt or rock. Nothing like this.

Nothing alive.

“N-no!” she cried out as she smoothly slid down some uncaring pokemon’s throat. “No, no, no no, no, no! I don’t want to die, no! Please, no! Please!” 

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the monster continued to gulp her down.

Everything became clear then. To them, she wasn’t a person. She was food. Simply food. Her pleading, her cries for help, it meant nothing. They didn’t care that she had friends and a family; that she’d experienced love, that she had dreams of settling down and bringing life into the world. She had a future, Arceus damn it, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Not this soon. Not like this.

Her opinion mattered little to the muscular machinery enveloping her, designed for one purpose and one purpose only: to swallow. And swallow her it did. 

She could feel her muscles protesting as she was squeezed from all sides by the snug tube she found herself in. All-encompassing, rhythmic contractions guiding her down into her final prison. Ironic, in a way. Just as these undulations sent her to certain death, a birth canal would have gone through similar motions to bring life into the world. 

Her head slipped through a tight opening, and with one final, echoing gulp, the rest of her body followed suit. It was over. She was inside the belly of the beast. Slimy, muscular walls encompassed her from all sides, squeezing, rolling around her furry body. In addition to the slick tightness, her new accommodations were louder than she expected, bodily processes of all kinds glugging and groaning in her ears.
 
T-this is actually kind of comfortable, she thought in an attempt to look at the bright side. For a terrible, horrible place I mean. Flashes of light sparkled in the blackness of the stomach as her precious supply of oxygen ran out. But even as she realized she would never wake up if she lost consciousness, even as tears ran down her cheeks at the thought of never seeing her family again, she tried to make the best of her final moments. And with such hot, slick flesh pressed against her backside, tickling her in all the right ways, she knew exactly how she wanted to spend it. 

What better way to go out than with a bang? And what better bang than an orgasm?

Hugging herself and shaking terribly, Sunflower made the last decision she’d ever make: she thrust her hips against the hot, slick walls of her prison and humped. Jolts of sensation raced across her wet snatch and overloaded her brain, the pleasure of mashing her clit against such soft flesh soothing the terror of what fate awaited her. 

She knew the wonderful feeling wouldn’t last, that soon she’d blackout and become the lunch of this random predator. But for now, she let her worries fade away as she got off one final time.

Oh, Arceus, I’m going to die, she realized as she used her host’s flesh as a sex toy. Folds of soft stomach rubbed against her slit, squishing her labia together and teasing her clit. She really wished she had a cock inside her right now. I’m going to pass out. I’m going to die, and then my body is going to be food. At least it’ll be in that order, one small mercy. I hope the last thing I feel is an orgasm. I need it. Getting so hard to think… it has to happen soon… I don’t have much time… 

She humped urgently as darkness encroached upon the edges of her vision. It was like she was floating, higher, and higher, to a peak she’d never return from. It was a profound longing. Nothing had been this. No orgasm had been this important for her to achieve. Pressure built in her belly. Familiar, eager. Like something caught in a trap and begging to be let go. Her climax demanded release. Needed to be free. 

O-oh gosh... I’m… I’m close… Her chest burned, worse than anything she could have imagined. It was harsh, distracting her from her goal. Her efforts to get off grew less refined, more erratic, desperation taking hold as she knew her mind was beginning to shut down. Terror gripped her heart, and her eyes stung with tears, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t halt the motion of her hips, couldn’t allow herself to cease for even a second. Almost… Almost… you can... do it… Please, Arceus… please give me this...

There was a strange thrill to it, getting off in the belly of the beast. Knowing you were close, so, so close, but your own flesh and blood couldn’t keep up. She was on autopilot now. Humping away, mashing her little mound against the increasingly agreeable folds of a predator’s stomach. Because with most other sensations growing dull, the brilliant choir of her softest parts singing with the nickit’s was what drove her onward. 

Roxie’s greedy gut continued to close in with ravenous gurgles that she felt throughout her body. Those fleshy walls rubbed against her in exactly the right way, as if another’s sex were kissing her own, making love to her. She curled her toes. Grasped for something, anything except slick stomach lining to hold onto as everything grew tense. Her feeble pussy muscles gave it their all as they clamped down on nothing. The pressure had reached a tipping point. She was teetering on the edge. Her sensitive tunnel held on for an instant that lasted an eternity. Then sudden, explosive release. 

Sunflower managed a final gasp as the reward for her efforts bloomed outwards in a gratifying wave. Rhythmic contractions wracked her form. Her pussy danced in triumph, celebrating its mindless victory as it attempted to milk every last drop from the non-existent penis inside her. She could feel each and every clench with vivid clarity. Everything was heightened. Speckles of light flickered across her vision. 

It was as if she were already in paradise.

Sunflower experienced such sweet pleasure as the final orgasm of her life played out. An orgasm that steadily grew weaker as her body shut down, the muscles in her vagina lacking the oxygen to carry out their final orders. Compared to the experience of her first time mating, of an orgasm so powerful each clench had her reeling from the intensity, this was nothing more than the pathetic contractions of a fading pussy. But to her oxygen-deprived brain, it was sublime.

Arceus... thank you, she sleepily thought. Cum… cumming… So nice… Please... don’t stop...

Soon, even those weak flutters ceased. Her vagina gave one last, glorious squeeze, before relaxing for the last time. Her anus tapered out next, squeezing tight and then following her sex into inactivity. But where muscles failed, the chemical cocktail of endorphins and dopamine remained strong until the very end, leaving Sunflower with one final sensation: bliss.

Dice sighed as the female rattata settled heavily in his gut. He felt her struggles, her weak, pointless squirming. It only made the meal better. Made him cum into his beautiful mate all the harder, their rumps now touching as he turned around to complete their tie. She was finishing up her own meal, having taken more time with him. All that was left was a little tail sticking out of her mouth, but even that was slurped away as she decided to swallow.

Being rump-to-rump allowed Dice to better feel each internal squeeze as he squirted into Roxie. “You feel great, babe,” he grunted. “My lunch is settling nicely. Struggled like a bitch, even begged as she went down. Shame for her that she woke up: she obviously had an amazing orgasm.”

Roxie licked her lips, a drop of white dribbling down her chin. “Hrm, my meal came a lot for such a small thing. His little squirts added such a wonderful bite to his flavor and texture! He even thanked me for the fuck as he went down, can you believe it? Obviously still asleep, he thought I was some rattata bitch, but hey: at least he enjoyed himself in his final moments!”

He grunted at a particularly violent struggle inside him, causing him to pump out an equally powerful jet of seed.  “Fuck, she’s a lively thing! Heh, probably getting off to being swallowed, the slut!”

Roxie swallowed again, gave a deep sigh as her meal settled in her gut, and then laughed. “I think mine just woke up! He tried to bite my stomach! Teeth slid right off, though. O-oh, I can feel him humping, I think. Almost makes me jealous: I can only imagine how wonderful my stomach feels against his dick.”

“That’s hot,” Dice said, squeezing more seed into his mate at the thought of pumping a load into her gut. Maybe he’d give her muzzle a good fuck later. “Do you think if you swallowed a female he’d mate with her?”

His mate only snorted.

Stomach growling as the struggles of his previous meal slowed to a stop, Dice decided it was time to give her a… friend. But just as he was leaning down to slurp up a particularly delicious-looking male, the rattata’s eyes opened. The poor thing’s pupil’s constricted, his fur stood on end, and his scent stank of sudden fear. 

“D-don’t eat me!” the rattata squeaked, backpedaling until his rump collided with the only other rattata left out of what was four. A female, Dice thought. ”You can’t eat me! Please!” 

Dice gave a dramatic sigh. “Did you hear that, Roxie? We can’t eat him. He even said please!”

“A damn shame,” Roxie agreed. “I guess that poor girl in your gut won’t have company after all.”

The rattata’s breathing increased and his eyes flicked over to Dice’s stomach. “Y-you— you ate a living— she’s still—” 

Dice had been growing steadily softer over the past few minutes, and with a final yank, he groaned as his fat, swollen cock popped out of Roxie, their shared fluids gushing from Roxie’s now-gaped slit like a tsunami. Now free from the knot, Dice casually stepped forward and pressed a paw down onto the male rattata’s chest, forcing him to the ground.

“Yes, my last meal is still alive,” he confirmed for the pinned rattata. At that moment the female squirmed again. Dice grinned at the slight ripple in his underbelly that produced, a ripple the male definitely noticed if his shrunken pupils could be believed. “The poor thing, all alone, scared in her final moments. Surely you wouldn’t leave her to that fate? It would be so easy. All you gotta do is crawl inside my mouth, and me? Well, I throw back my head... and gulp.”

“N-no!” he squeaked. His gaze lowered to the blue shaft between his legs, shiny with fluids, before he quickly looked back up. “You can’t! I won’t!”

She’d probably kill for a distraction from the acidic accommodations. It gets quite intense there!

“You’re a monster!” he gasped. Then, quieter, “Oh, Arceus, I’m going to die a virgin because I have morals.”

Roxie’s giggles caught Dice’s attention. Her eyes gleamed playfully as she said, “You know, I’m feeling generous today. How would you like to stick it in me? Fuck my little cookie? If you agree to go down without a fight, I’ll let you.” Her grin grew wider, showing off her canines. “You’re going to be eaten either way, you delicious morsel. I’d think carefully about your answer if I were you.” 

Dice felt a flash of jealousy. “I don’t know if that’s—”

“Hush, dear,” Roxie interrupted. “I’m still horny, and you’re too sensitive for another round. I’ve never fucked a rattata before. I’m curious.” 

Dice grumbled but shut his mouth as his mate walked over to the pinned rattata and stretched, showing off all her vulpine curves for the suddenly enthralled rattata. Smirking at the look on the male rodent’s face, she sat down and then rolled over onto her right side, revealing three rows of teats and the leaking spade-shaped mound between her legs. 

“I’m going to just lay here and relax,” she told the rattata with a purr. “Do whatever you want to me: I’m in no rush, and no part of my body is off limits. I promise I won’t eat you until you’ve satisfied your curiosity. But if you hurt me, so much as a scratch,” she bared her teeth in an even wider smile, “I’ll bite your head clean off. Enjoy!” 

Ricky stared at the gorgeous—and terrifying—nickit in disbelief. He’d never gotten a good look at a nickit before, but with a chance like this, he was staring unabashedly. Between her legs was her fat canine sex, spunk oozing from her used y-shaped folds as she longed on her side seemingly without a care in the world. He could smell her from here, sweet and earthy, the scent making his nose twitch. 

She watched him with clear amusement in her striking yellow eyes, her raised leg twirling in lazy circles as she showed off.  

Even more terrifying than the nickit was her mate, the vulpix. He had released his hold on him, allowing him the chance to scamper to the only one of the two predators to show him any kindness. Even with the threat of decapitation lingering over his, well, head, she seemed a safer bet than sticking around the now-glaring male. He was obviously jealous of what his mate had suggested, and Ricky knew better than to tempt fate. Maybe if he gave the nickit a good time she’d even let him go?

Heart pounding and more aroused than he’d ever been, Ricky walked toward the presenting nickit and hesitantly placed a paw on her left thigh. Her fur was soft, warm, and when he began to move his paw in gentle circles she let out a happy sigh. 

“The foreplay type,” she commented, holding her leg still so he had easy access. “How cute! But don’t be afraid to touch me somewhere more... intimate.” His eyes flicked down to her tailhole when she began chuckling, the more kinky orifice twitching in time with her bellows. If he thought her scent was intense before, it was nothing compared to the source. Her musk blended with the scent of her mate’s seed into an exotic aroma that made his head dizzy and his cock throb.  

He gulped and decided that because he would never have this opportunity again—he didn’t want to think about his likely demise—he should just go for it. Holding his breath as he moved his forepaw across her thigh and closer to the cleft between her legs, he was met full-force with the heat radiating from her sex, a clear indication of her arousal. Thick, masculine goop stained the fur surrounding her sex, and with his curiosity burning brightly he used a paw to further rub it in. 

Then he arrived at her spade. Black and fat, it was warm against his paw and felt as soft as a belly yet slicker than a mouth. He pressed down onto her leftmost labia, the flesh giving way with more ease than he expected. Confidence and arousal growing, he brought his right paw into the equation to also fondle the other lip. 

The nickit laughed at his ministrations, and her spade jumped in sync with each giggle. “That tickles, rat. Maybe you could try licking me instead? Surely you’re curious about the taste~”

His eyes remained fixated on the deep crevice where her labia hugged tight, a constant quantity of vulpix cum flowing free. He squirmed in place, indecisive. “Um, but that vulpix left a mess.”

The nickit scoffed. “Really? You’ll pass up the opportunity to eat me out just because a male was inside me? You do know this is your first and more importantly last chance to do, well, anything like this. Suit yourself, but at least lick something.”

His attention once again drifted over to the snug hole above her tail. It was a crater the size of a paw, dark and with deep creases radiating inward like a star, giving the nickit’s backdoor an alluring sense of depth. But what most caught his attention was its scent: earthy, tangy, and completely free from the vulpix’s seed. Before today, he’d never have thought a tailhole could smell feminime. He swallowed hard. “Could I,” he let out a shuddering breath, “lick your tailhole?”

“Kinky little thing,” she cooed. “If you insist, by all means: lick my ass.” 

The response was encouraging, and with growing excitement, Ricky let go of the paw-sized vulva he had been fondling—it jiggled upon release—and then lowered himself so that her tailhole was at eye level. While her feminine musk was strong here, she also smelled clean, which was one less thing to worry about when he went down on her. 

Arceus, her anus is huge, he observed again as he committed the contours and subtle wrinkles of her backdoor to memory. The shape actually reminded him of rattata anuses, only with more dimension to it. I could probably stick an entire paw inside with a bit of wiggling. It’s clenched so hard, too! I mean, not that I expected it wouldn’t be clenching.

He appreciated the sight for a bit longer as he worked up the courage to actually, well, touch it. What decided it for him were the subtle twitches of the nickit’s tight anus whenever she moved. It didn’t matter if it was a pussy clench, a stretch of her leg, or even a cough; her tailhole was always along for the ride, squeezing unconsciously with every motion. 

It was unbelievably sexy.

Am I really going to do this? This is the tailhole of the monster that is going to eat me! If I do this, she’d enjoy it! And it’s super kinky! I’ve never done anything close to this before. 

Her anus twitched again, and he couldn’t resist any longer. He gently set his left paw down on the fur bridging the gap between her anus and spade, pressed down firmly, and then placed his right paw directly in the center of her backdoor. It was hot to the touch. 

The nickit growled her approval and jerked her hips against his paw. Her anus tensed at first, possibly a reaction from the contact, but then the predator relaxed and her lesser-used orifice relaxed with her. Keeping his paws where they were, Ricky leaned in with his muzzle, inhaled deeply of her musk, and then extended his tongue, eyes squeezed shut. He grazed the rim of her anus, her flavor assaulting his taste buds; the initial taste had him reeling back from the sheer novelty of it, but it wasn’t long before he was sent into a frenzy to get more of it, pushing his muzzle forward, slurping into the dip of her ass as if it was the only source of water in a desert. He licked again, and again, becoming more aggressive with his laps as time went on. The nickit showed her approval by setting her paw on his back and petting him encouragingly. 

“S-stick your tongue in!” she demanded, pushing her hips forward. “Fuck, you’re making me so wet! I should play with my food more often!” Strangely flattered by the approval, Ricky swelled with pride and redoubled his efforts. 

Muzzle flush with her opening, he pushed his tongue forward and managed to wriggle inside with surprising ease. She clenched down in reply. Powerful inner muscles wrangled his poor organ, pulling him deep to prevent escape. The female groaned and grabbed him with her paw to shove him forward, putting pressure on his muzzle as her ring just barely resisted the push. It wasn’t until her anus opened up and gave his nose a deep kiss when he realized her mouth wasn’t the only dangerous orifice the nickit had. 

Ricky experienced only a few heart-pounding moments of being fondled by her less savory hole before she gripped him with a paw and pulled him out with a pop. "Silly rattata, that's not my mouth! But if you want to be eaten so badly, who am I to deny you?" She leaned down to give him a full-body lick. From tail to head, her lengthy tongue slathered him, leaving him coated in her drool. He shivered. "I think I'm ready for you," she purred. "My ass is all lubed up, it would be a shame if you don't take advantage of it. Go on. Stick it in."

Ricky eyed her tailhole warily. It was clenched up again, showcasing just how tight she could get. It glistened and was well-lubricated, his tongue work having done the job. His cock twitched from the appealing sight and he couldn't wait any longer. Placing a paw against her spade to steady himself, Ricky aligned his crotch with the nickit’s and pushed forward. He gasped as her soft heat brushed his tip, and without hesitation shoved forward. There was some resistance at first, but with a lewd squelch, he sunk inside and lost himself to nirvana. 

Heat. It was absolute; an all-encompassing warmth, promising even grander temperatures if he could only sink deeper, if he could only slide further. But she was just so tight. Her body managed to somehow squeeze him so powerfully, to grip him so completely that he could have been fooled into thinking he wasn’t balls-deep inside an ass nearly the size of his head. 

Ricky could only hold himself still as his previously virgin mind was blown by the predator's wonderfully clenching insides. His mouth remained open in a silent gasp as he bent over, leaning to the left so that his head was mere inches from her swollen vulva. He stared at her opening as her ass squeezed and relaxed, her enticing femininity trembling almost as much as he was.

Then he began to hump, and he lost himself to his instincts. 

He was already close to cumming when the nickit leaned down and started licking his head. Almost lovingly. Any fear from being so near to her mouth, dangerously near, was overwritten by the touch of a lover, and the pleasure of thrusting into her blazingly hot anus. He held onto her plump spade like a lifeline as he fucked her with everything he had. Little staccato squeaks escaped into her feminine crack as he swiftly neared completion, her juices beginning to run down his muzzle. 

What were gentle licks soon became rougher, the nickit more eager, each lap matting his fur and almost making him squeak in protest if he wasn’t already squeaking from how amazing her tailhole felt. She nibbled him teasingly, gently, even taking his head into her mouth and softing biting down. He was too close to flinch away. Too far-gone to even take notice of his precarious situation. 

He couldn’t hold back any longer. His body demanded release, and release it shall have. 

“A-arceus, gonna cum!” he gasped into her sex, uncaring how desperate he sounded. “Gonna fill your ass, Nickit!”

Purring, the nickit slathered her own vulva with her tongue before discontinuing her licks. “Call me Roxie,” she said, amusement dripping from her words almost as heavily as her saliva. “And I hope my ass was worth it, rat, because once you finish, you’re finished.” She licked him again, and this time the rough, wet treatment against his fur had him flinch. Bending down with her chin against her belly, she let out a dramatic sigh. “Pity. I didn’t even cum.”

Now that broke through his lust-addled mind. But it was too late. He was already past the point of no return. A whimper escaped his muzzle as his insides clenched beyond his control. There was an attempt to squeeze down further, to hold back his seed, but all that did was intensify the pleasure. Unable to halt the process that was already well underway, all Ricky could do was embrace the inevitable. 

He came. And it was glorious.

The rush of ejaculation had him reeling with relief. He buried his muzzle between Roxie’s pillowy labia and held himself still as he pumped fertile rattata seed deep into a hole it was never meant to go. Not even the realization that he was signing his own demise with each gooey spurt could deter him from the fantastic orgasm alighting his synapses. 

Roxie raised her head and laughed; her anus tensed with each bellow, making it feel as if she were milking the cum right out of him. “Didn’t even hesitate! Came right as I said I’d eat him, isn’t that wild? I think I like him. So eager! Fuck, Dice, I can’t eat him now. He’d go to waste. Besides, I’m still digesting the last male. I can wait.”

His squirts were growing less numerous, the pleasure releasing its claws from around his mind. Hope bloomed in his chest. 

“Really?” His voice was muffled by her crotch, so he pulled away with a lewd plop—which was more difficult than he expected, her labia clinging to his cheeks—and repeated, “Really? You won’t—ah—eat me?” 

The nickit hummed. “Not yet,” she confirmed to his growing delight. “But I am still hungry, so I’m going to have a snack first.” He followed her gaze over to the still-sleeping female rattata. He had almost forgotten about her, whoever she was. “Finish up down there, yeah? Because when I’m done swallowing, I expect you to pound my cookie raw.”

His orgasm was almost done anyway. With some effort, he slipped out of her squeezing tailhole and painted it white with the last of his seed. Well, more like he dribbled on her. Whatever the case, it was strangely appealing seeing her ass covered in his essence. As if, in some way, she was his now. 

Then her mate cleared his throat. “Roxie,” he stressed her name, “That girl is mine. You already have your toy.”

“Oh, buzz off,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll let you have more next time. I’m having too much fun here.”

“Absolutely not!” Ricky flinched at how loud the shout was, and he found himself nestling into the relative safety of Roxie’s wet lap. “I let you fuck a rodent, of all things, and now you expect me to just sit back and let you eat my lunch? We’re mates, dear, we share!”

As they began arguing in earnest, voices rising higher and higher, Ricky glanced over at the other rattata and had to do a double take. She was awake. She was familiar. And when their eyes locked, he realized something truly terrible: she was his sister. 

“No!” he gasped without thinking.

The predators ceased their conversation and Ricky found himself being cooked alive by twin glares. He thought they were going to chew him out—interrupting an argument was never a good idea at the best of times, he could only imagine how much worse it was when you were prey in the eyes of the ones arguing. But then they did something that nearly had him panicking. 

They followed his gaze. They saw his sister. They knew she was awake. 

Clara was doomed.

“R-run!” he squeaked as loudly as he could. “Get out of—ack!”

Being suddenly pinned under the massive paw of the nickit whose ass he just impregnated wasn’t what he considered to be a good time. “Quiet, rat," she growled, her voice threatening enough to have him trembling. "Good boy. Now, did I hear you right, or did you say sister? How exciting! We caught you all in different parts of the forest; what luck!"

Luck wasn't the word he'd use for it. Off to the side, he heard a loud squeak as his sister was almost definitely caught. His ears fell. She didn't make it. 

They were going to be food. And there was nothing they could do to stop it.

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Clara couldn't breathe. She was so terrified. 

When she first woke up with a pounding headache, not knowing where she was, she assumed she had fallen asleep at a friend's nest. Had a bit too many special berries, perhaps. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her brother fucking a nickit in the ass. 

She watched, transfixed, as her brother hugged the beast's plump vulva to his chest, his muzzle sinking into the slick flesh, and humped her ass as if his life depended on it. The scent of sex was pungent, all-encompassing. The sounds of their mating echoed through the cave, wet and squishy. It was sickening. Bestial. It was also the hottest thing she had ever seen.

She banished that opinion to the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind.

When her brother came, spilling himself inside a monster that she thought would devour him without a second thought, she felt something break in her. How could he do this? Why was he here? Why was she here? She had to be missing something. Her brother would never willingly mount a nickit… right?

Clara kept her head low once Ricky finished, and when the two predators started talking, then arguing, she couldn't help but hear it. What she heard was worse than she could have imagined: they planned to eat him, and now they were arguing over who got to eat her. 

Her heart was racing so fast she was shocked it didn't escape her chest. This couldn't be happening. There had to be a way out of this. She could escape right now, while they were busy bickering, except she could never leave her brother. She had to—

Her brother happened to glance her way, yelled something, and everything went to hell.

Her body moved before her mind could process what was happening. She was halfway to the cave's exit, her legs moving her forward in great lunges, when something slammed into her side, knocking the wind out of her. A massive paw forced her onto her back, pressing down onto her belly as a great, terrible face loomed above.

He smiled, canines gleaning in the dim light of the cave. "You nearly got away." There was a teasing quality to the snow vulpix's tone, and a hint of something else. Something sadistic. Heart pounding in her ears, she knew she was moments away from a panic attack. "Poor thing. If only your brother kept his mouth shut… he is your brother, right? The mate-fucker?"

"I-I— I don't—"

The vulpix pressed down hard, forcing the air out of her in a sharp gasp. "Shh, that was rhetorical. I don't actually care. I was thinking, since my mate got to have so much fun with your supposed brother, perhaps I should have a little fun of my own." She gasped as his claws dug into her belly. They didn't pierce her, thankfully, but she could feel the sharp tips threatening a home invasion if she resisted. So she didn't. "What do you think?"

He… wants to mate with me?! Oh, Arceus, does that mean that nickit forced Ricky to mate with her? Oh no, oh no, oh no! My poor brother… Poor me!

When she didn't respond and just stared at him, terrified beyond reason, he rolled his eyes. "That wasn't rhetorical. I want to know your thoughts about it. If you're submissive and eager, I'll try and make it fun for you. Heck, perhaps I'll just stick my tip in and paw myself off. I'm sure my tapered tip is thin enough that I'll almost feel like a regular rattata. Though, I do wonder about the full thing.” He grinned. “Would you even survive?"

"N-no, please," she choked out, the beast above her growing blurry as her eyes burned. "I— I just want to go home. We want to go home, p-please. Don't do this!"

Off to the side, Clara saw the nickit approaching, her steps soft and purposeful as she left a white snail trail behind her. It was obvious what that was. Beside her was Ricky, her brother, pressing his body close to the monster's left foreleg, as if she were their mother and there to protect him. He looked. defeated. As if he'd given up. That alone had her gut twisting itself into knots.

Arriving next to her mate, her head looming next to his, the nickit grinned down at her. "I have changed my mind. I won't eat you. Not yet. My dear mate deserves a turn, wouldn't you say? Maybe when we're done with the both of you, I'll swallow you together. As a family." Her canines gleamed as she talked. Clara wanted to go home. "What do you say?"

Clara didn't understand. Couldn't understand. "Why?” she whispered, the canines’ ears twitching to show they could hear. “Why not just k-kill us and then eat us? That's how it's supposed to be. I don't want to die, but you're talking about eating us alive. A-and having your way with us first... Why?"

The nickit's grin widened further. "Isn't it obvious?” she said. “I enjoy it. A prey species such as yourself would never understand the delight of someone squirming as they slide down your throat, alive and conscious, knowing that they're nothing more than food." Drool dribbled down the nickit's chin as she recounted this. Gross. "Nothing is more satisfying."

With a burst of courage, Ricky broke away from his 'chaperon' and rushed over to her, though the large paw holding Clara down didn't give her much hope for a rescue. Naturally, he didn't even try. He just threw his forelegs around her and buried his muzzle into the crook of her neck. "I'm so sorry," he murmured into her ear, hot tears matting her coat. "If I didn't say anything you could have snuck away. How did you even get caught? I was at the other end of the forest. You were supposed to be at home!"

"Aww, Dice, they're so adorable! Don't you think?"

Her captor tensed his paw and huffed. "Whatever you say, Roxie."

Ignoring her brother’s question—she had been out with friends, so what—she shot back, “Why did you mate with that nickit? She forced you, obviously, but you enjoyed yourself! I could tell. Why?”

He flushed. “Um, this is embarrassing. She was going to eat me, but she said I could have fun with her first? I don’t know, but I don’t regret it. It was kind of amazing.” His eyes glazed over, and he sighed. “Her ass felt so wonderful.”

Her jaw dropped. Trying and failing not to blush, she said, “That’s gross!”

“Come on,” he countered, “I was going to die! Still am. You do realize we’re trapped, right? May as well enjoy ourselves before the end.”

What was he even saying? Had he given up? They couldn’t give up! “We can still escape,” she said quickly, quietly. “Next time they drop their guard, we can just rush away and—”

“You mean like how you ran away?”  She flinched at her brother’s curt reply. He sniffed. “Thought so. And sis, I…” He fell quiet, then continued, “I want you to know, before we’re eaten, I— I love you. Always have, and always will.” He nuzzled her, and despite herself she nuzzled him back. She couldn’t resist sweetness, even the emotional kind. 

Hot tears fell as she realized he truly had given up. She loved her brother. He was strong. Someone to look up to. Always had been. Seeing him like this, it made their situation all the more clear.

They would not be leaving this cave alive.

“This is cute and all,” the male pinning her said, “but I’m getting impatient. I’m going to lift my paw, you’re going to stay, and I’m going to shove my dick in your face. You have two options. Pleasure me at your own pace. Like your dear brother did to my mate. Or you resist and I take you at my pace. Only one of these guarantees you’ll be intact afterward.”

She was frozen, unable to open her mouth as the impossible ultimatum was laid out before her. 

“Just listen to what he says, Clara,” Ricky urged. “I don’t want you getting hurt. Please, just do it. Maybe you’ll even like it?”
 
“Your brother is smart,” Roxie said, giving her a knowing look. It felt like worms were wriggling in her stomach. “You should listen to him.”
Dangerously trapped, both physically and emotionally, Clara couldn't weave any words of protest together. Couldn’t tell her brother that she thought he was insane for going along with this. Couldn’t tell that bitch of a vulpix and his evil mate to buzz off. All she could do was nod timidly, and await the inevitable consequences. 

Maybe Ricky is right, she thought as the massive male lifted his paw, letting her catch her breath as he stepped over her, maybe I will like it. How bad can a vulpix’s penis be?

And then she saw it. Long and blue and visibly throbbing, what could only be described as a bestial canine cock was unceremoniously shoved in her face, its tapered tip smacking her in the muzzle. She whimpered and nearly scooted away, only for the threat of being taken by force to keep her frozen.

“Well?” Dice lowered himself into a squat and thrust into the air, impatience coloring his actions. His tube-like tip oozed pre, and the potency of his musk was indescribable. She could also smell a hint of female intermingled with the masculine scent, undoubtedly the result of a recent knotting with his mate. She felt thankful to have not witnessed that. “You gonna suck it? I better feel something tight and warm around my tip soon, or being eaten will be the least of your worries.”

She whined. The thought of putting that in her mouth repulsed her. It was so fleshy and weird and unnaturally blue. She told herself that she wanted nothing to do with it, and yet... under her tail was the unmistakable warmth of need. She was aroused by his scent. The danger of a predator, the excitement of a male. Her synapses fired in all manner of strange and confusing ways. Her virgin mind just couldn’t handle it.

Taking another deep breath to prepare herself only had her choke on his scent. Oh, Arceus, am I really going to do this? I’ve never even seen a male’s penis before, other than Ricky’s or my dad’s by accident, but I’m expected to just… go for it? Suck off not only a male, but a predator?! And I’m going to be food regardless of what I do?

But she had to do it. And do it she shall.

Sticking out her tongue, she gave his leaking tip a tentative lick. Flavor exploded across her taste buds. She had thought his smell was potent, but that had nothing on this. She nearly recoiled at how strong it was, how male. 

Dice grunted at the contact, his penis twitching hard. The noticeably thinner tapered tip slid audibly across her face, leaving a slimy trail in her fur. She shivered in a mix of disgust and quickly-growing arousal. Which only left her feeling disgusted with herself too. 

Knowing he would likely be impatient, and mindful of her large front teeth, Clara psyched herself up and just went for it: she slurped his tip sideways into her maw like it was one of her favorite berries. Reflexively swallowing at the sensation of something in her mouth, Clara wasn’t prepared for his tip to actually slide down her throat, tickling her tonsils and bringing the thicker part of his penis flush against her muzzle. 

The white vulpix moaned, but she could only gag.

“Fuck!” the male cried out after a few seconds of incoherent noises. “Fuuuck! This feels way better than I thought it would! Don’t stop gulping, you tight hole, that’s good!” She wanted to scream that she wasn’t gulping, she was choking. She tried to pull back, to get some air, but Dice only followed the motion, shoving his hips forward and forcing her to stay connected. 

Tears in her eyes and unable to stop her body’s frantic attempts to gulp down the foreign object stuck in her throat, Clara could only work to get him off as quickly as possible. So with mounting panic, she enacted her strategy to make him cum: she stood up on her hind-legs, wrapped her forelegs around his cock to stabilize herself, and then placed her paws on either side of his rapidly-growing knot. 

It worked.

He gasped as she held his cock in a perversion of a hug, and it was only a few seconds later when his length gave a violent lurch in her grasp. Stars speckled her vision, and not a moment too soon he groaned and spilled himself directly into her stomach. Her only option was to swallow, to drink his seed. It filled her belly, heavy and thick, nauseating in its volume. 

In a moment of, likely accidental, mercy, Dice pulled back, sliding himself out of her throat. Hot ropes of vulpix seed painted her face, and she had to close her eyes to keep them clear. 

Suddenly, she was thrown onto her stomach, a massive paw holding her down an instant later. Cum continued to rain down on her, heated streaks which felt heavy on her back. She didn’t think she’d ever get the scent of her fur. Tension bloomed in her breast. Was he going to eat her now? While he was ejaculating? 

“N-no!” she cried out as her anxiety reached its limits. Unable to even move her head as the paw kept her firmly against the floor, she could only scream. “I did what you asked, stop! You’re hurting me!”

To her surprise, it was the nickit who came to her defense. “Ease up on your paw, Dice,” Roxie said after a yawn. “She’s not going anywhere. I like my food intact when I eat them.”

“Fine.” And just like that, the pressure was lifted. She used her newfound freedom to roll over onto her back, gasping for breath. Cum rained down on her belly now, sullying the softer, thinner fur where her teats were, but she hardly cared as she took large gulps of air. Air pungent with the taste of male. 

What did have her caring, however, was the prodding of his spurting tip between her hind legs. She realized what he had planned only seconds before she felt him squirting directly against her vulva. Her tiny, never-used rattata vulva. “W-wait, you won’t fi—”

He fit. 

Regardless of the terrifying circumstances, it felt kind of good. He was warm, throbbing, stretching her lower lips taut; her body had been designed to enjoy this, and now she was experiencing it firsthand. He may have been enormous, but with just his tip inside her, she could almost be tricked into thinking it was a male rattata in her. 

She had to hold in her squeaks as he claimed her. It just… it was nice. The tingles of arousal led to pressure which itself changed into pleasure. She was soon not just used to it, but loving it, and with that enjoyment came her own attempts to hump back against his spurting length. 

Mind reeling from how warm he was, and how bizarre it felt to have her vagina suddenly pumped so full of fertile vulpix seed that it gushed out of her folds, she almost missed the nickit’s disapproving tch. “I said cum on her, you dimwit. You better not go deeper than your tip. You’ll destroy my meal!”

“Relax,” Dice said, grunting as he slipped just a bit more of himself into her. It was a tight fit, but he made it work. After all, it was just the tip. So… full. “I won’t go further than this. I like my lovers to enjoy themselves. Well. After I finish fucking their throats, ha!”

With uncharacteristic care, Dice actually began licking her face. Actually showed her that he was capable of affection. It was sloppy, and it was gross, but his large tongue did indeed clean her muzzle of his seed and she couldn’t help but tentatively flick her tongue out to show some affection of her own. Maybe if she was nice to him she would be spared? He wouldn’t condone the death of someone he had just mated and kissed, right?

Right? 

Roxie huffed. “Lover? Whatever. If this is payback for letting food fuck my ass, fine. You’re on. Come here, rattata, whatever your name is. I have a hole you haven’t tried~”

Ricky’s ears raised. He had been worryingly looking on as the large vulpix took his sister—to his shame, he had an erection; it was pretty hot—so to have Roxie bend over, place her rump on the cave floor, and offer up her dripping spade was the perfect distraction for his sibling delema.

With one last, nervous look at the female rattata being mounted by a predator many times her size, Ricky scampered over to Roxie. Her tailhole still leaked from his first orgasm, the mess oozing into the crack of her hugging labia lips. Separating the two folds was the white line of his seed, like a shallow valley filled with cum, ending at the peak of her spaded vulva and dripping onto the floor.

Roxie looked over her shoulder with the most seductive gaze he’d ever seen. “Are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to swallow you?”

He glanced down again at her ready folds and chuckled nervously. “C-can’t argue with that!” 

Getting onto his hind legs, Ricky stepped forward, almost tripping onto Roxie’s massive cunt. Luckily, he managed not to embarrass himself that far, though why he worried about what a nickit thought of him he couldn’t say. She was planning to eat him, surely her opinion was the last thing on his mind. And yet, he did care. Just enough to make sure his mounting was nice and smooth, his penis lined up with her spade’s slick opening. 

He pushed forward and gasped as he glided along that soft, heated outer flesh. She already felt so much better than her tailhole ever did. Said tailhole twitched before his very eyes, and with that sexy image burned into his retinas he didn’t waste any more time: he thrust, parting her deceptively snug outer lips and sinking deep into the accommodating heat that was the nickit’s pussy in one quick thrust.

His balls impacted the tapered point of her spade with a soft plap, even settling slightly inside to be cradled by her plump labia. He curled his claws as a pleasant shudder traveled down his spine to the tip of his tail. “You feel really good,” he breathed, holding still to enjoy her for as long as he could. This time he would last. “So good.” 

Being massaged by such eager insides, what wasn’t to love? 

“You feel pretty nice yourself,” Roxie complimented, sighing as she pushed back slightly. That ego boost led him to hump her proper, sliding half of his length in and out with each thrust. He moaned into her tailhole and gripped her fur with both of his paws. “Ha!” she continued as he mated with her. “So tiny, but so enthusiastic! Hear that, girl? Your brother simply loves my fat cunt!”

Oh, right. My sister is being raped behind me. His thrusts slowed as his enthusiasm dipped. I can't enjoy this. It's not fair to her. He stopped his hips entirely. "I can't do this," he said, remaining still while bottomed out inside the nickit. Not plowing her amazing pussy was the hardest thing he had ever done. "Can I comfort my sister? Please?"

Roxie squeezed him tight and pushed herself back, and while Ricky let out a groan from the pleasure he didn't reciprocate the action. "You're serious," she said. It wasn't a question. "This is awkward, uh. Whatever." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "Your loss. I'm going to eat you now."

His eyes bulged. "W-wait!" he cried out, holding on tight to her backside as she began to turn around. Her pussy squeezed gloriously hard as she tensed. "I want to say goodbye to my sister, please! At least give me that!"

"I'll consider it if you can make me cum," came the almost bored sounding reply. She pushed her ass back again, urging him to continue humping. "Now get to it. Go on. Fuck me. This delay of yours is tiring."

He whined but nonetheless complied. It was so easy to fall prey to his baser instincts, to enjoy the feeling of the nickit's soft mound as he began moving his hips again. He could almost ignore his sister moans in the background. 

Wild fantasies of rescue bounced around his mind. But he knew they were just that: fantasy. 

Roxie's tailhole twitched, and he used its spasms as a crude indicator of her pleasure. A thrust here, a poke there; the harder her anus squeezed during their mating, the longer it cinched up, the better it felt for her. Probably. This wasn't an exact science. Eventually, he learned to angle down. Right where he knew her clitoris lied. It felt spongy here, more give to her otherwise malleable flesh. Now that had the bitch panting, growling even, pushing back to feel more.

Staring at the exit to the digestive system he would soon be within felt… strange. He knew this was where he would end up. This twitching ring of muscle. It looked sexy earlier, it was sexy now, but that thought, the reality of the hole, it sent shivers down his spine.

He leaned forward, and before he knew it he was licking all over it again. Slurping, slathering her exit with slickness and making it clench up hard. This would be the end of his journey. He couldn’t get enough of the taste.

"I knew you—oh, right there!—couldn't resist," Roxie said as she arched her spine. "Kinky little thing. You do realize this hole you're so eagerly servicing will be the last place we touch? I don't mean to be crude, but, well, even nickit's have to do their business. And I will be digesting you." She giggled, her anus fluttering in time with the noise. "Do the math~"

He wrinkled his muzzle. It wasn't a very flattering comment on her part. Being swallowed was bad enough, but now he had to imagine the end results? He was a rattata with a life, dreams; to become nothing more than waste was an insult. He may as well be as important as the berry he ate last night. Or—

"Ricky!" his sister’s voice cried out, followed by a fuzzy body glomping him from behind, shoving him forward against Roxie's ass.

"Sorry," the vulpix said, stepping into view. He sounded sheepish as he looked to his mate. "The girl convinced me to allow her a moment with her brother. She milked me real good, so I figured 'why not?' And yeah, you can have them both. I'm hungry, but I think watching you swallow them together would be… wonderful. She convinced me." 

Stunned, Ricky whispered, "Swallow us together?"

"Um, yes." Clara sounded different. Accepting, maybe? Whatever discussion she and the male had must have been eye-opening. "I figured, if I'm going to die, I want to die with you."

He squeezed his eyes shut. This is just the most awkward time to be close to cumming, gosh. 

Suddenly, Roxie snarled, and her insides cinched tightly to such a point that he couldn't pull out. Her tailhole clenched so hard that he thought it might suck itself in. Then just as he thought the nickit might crush him with the intense squeeze, everything burst into contractions, milking his cock in a powerful rhythm that sent his mind reeling.

“Is she cumming?” Clara asked in a near whisper.

He nodded, closing his eyes as the rhythmic motions guided him toward orgasm. “Yeah. It’s… wow. I think I’m close, too. G-gosh.”
 
Then the wet, clenching heat of nickit pussy vanished from his cock, and he found himself being shoved onto his back. There, standing above him, was his sister. She looked equally as shocked as he felt. Despite clearly being the one who pulled him out of the nickit.

Roxie seemed too lost in pleasure to notice the lack of tiny prick inside her.

“What was that for?!” Ricky hissed, making his sister duck her head. He could feel the pressure declining, the buzz of near-orgasm fleeing fast. “I was this close!”

“S-sorry. I couldn’t let you cum in her. Not yet. She’ll eat you when you finish, remember? Eat us.”  

Her logic made sense, but his cold, neglected, so close to cumming dick did not agree. At all. 

“But you could have let me finish first!” he argued. “I was so close to cumming in—”

“I don’t want you to cum in her, I want you to cum in me,” Clara interrupted hotly, shutting him up. Taking advantage of his stunned mind, she climbed over him until their chests were flush and their whiskers touched. “I want to die feeling pleasure. With you. Not him, not her. You. Is—  is that okay? I know we shouldn’t, I know it’s wrong, but who is going to judge us except ourselves? I never dared to ask before, but I— I need you. I need my brother. Please.”

A loud, deep chuckle boomed above them. He looked up and was greeted by Dice’s sky blue eyes. “You know what? I approve of this! Two siblings experiencing forbidden love as my mate devours them together… Humans could make a book out of that!”

Clara gently nudged his head down until he was looking into her eyes instead. They were much prettier than Dice's. “Ignore him,” she said, beginning to grind her very slick, very warm mound into his lap. He was captivated by the feeling, but more than that he was captivated by her gaze. “This is about us. I know we haven’t been as close since we grew up, but you’re still my best friend. My only brother. There is no one else I’d rather be with than you right now.”

So many thoughts and memories soared through his mind. Them playing together as kids; Clara narrowly escaping a seviper, and him holding her close as she cried herself out; their nearly-forgotten moment exploring each other in a broken log. But one thought rose above the rest: he loved her. Truly and absolutely. If his sister wanted to do this, to make love to him as they’re swallowed, to be together in their last moments, who was he to say no? He couldn’t pretend the thought hadn’t crossed his mind before.

He had just started nodding when Clara dropped herself on his still-hard cock. They gasped together. The sudden penetration forced the vulpix’s cum out of her, sullying his lap with still-warm seed. Not that he cared. She felt too amazing to care. Hot, slick, squeezing flesh, she was tighter than Roxie by every metric. 

“This is really happening, isn’t it?” Clara whispered, stars in her eyes. Her thighs shook as she held herself still. “Oh gosh, I’m actually mating with my brother. You feel so much better than that vulpix.”

There was a huff above them. “Thanks,” said Dice dryly. “Hey, baby, you should eat them now. They’re as ready as they’re gonna get.”

“For fuck’s sake, Dice, let me enjoy my orgasm in peace!” Roxie growled.

“If you don’t eat them, I will.”

There was an even louder huff. “Fine!”

“Ignore them,” his beautiful sister whispered as the nickit’s steps grew closer. She licked his cheek. “Look into my eyes. Don’t think about anything except how great I feel. No matter what—”

Meaty lips closed around them both, trapping them in the most humid environment he’d ever experienced. The world was snuffed out in a moment. No light, no sound. Nothing except the overbearing schlick of a nickit’s tongue squishing against them. He could feel her tasting them. Hear her tasting them. He was frozen in place as that massive tongue snaked between their bodies, exploding both their chests, bellies, sullying their fur and staining them with drool. Her saliva was viscous, sticky. Warm. 

A shudder traveled down his spine. It was happening. It was really happening. He was about to be eaten; they were going to be food. Clara shrieked as she came to the same realization he had. Her hold on him became absolute, muzzle buried into his neck and legs squeezing almost as urgently as her pussy was.  

He couldn’t see Clara’s face. Couldn’t look her in the eyes and tell her—or himself—that it was going to be okay. Something took hold of him, like an icy paw through his chest. But before he could truly begin to panic his sister beat him to it. She squirmed and cried and very well risked scraping herself on a tooth. Roxie was being gentle with them, careful, making sure they weren’t harmed on the way down. He needed to calm Clara down or she’d be in agony before the end instead of pleasure.

“Don’t think about what’s happening,” Ricky said over the loud rumble of Roxie’s purrs. He felt a flash of hate. That bitch was enjoying this. The fact that there was nothing he could do had his stomach churning. “I’m here for you. Together forever, okay? I love you, Clara.”

“I— I love you too, Ricky. T-together. Forever.” She was sobbing now, a quiet, defeated noise that had his heart aching. “P-please, make me cum. I need to feel it. Before the end. I need it. I need you.”

Held against Roxie’s slippery tongue as she guided them to the back of her throat. Apparently bored with tasting them, Ricky knew this was the end of the line. If they didn't escape now, it would all be over. Their dreams, their desires, none of it would matter inside a nickit’s gut. He tried and failed to imagine what it would be like. Would it be painful? Would they suffocate first? Already he could feel his breaths running out, like trying to breathe with his face in the dirt. Being sheathed within his sister didn’t help his imagination. Too much pleasure, too wonderful a feeling, that no matter how far he strained his mind… all thoughts returned to satisfaction.

There would be nothing satisfying about being digested.

With only their tails free from the nickit’s fleshy embrace, Roxie finally gulped. Her tongue shoved them toward the roof of her mouth, before with a sudden lurch, gravity fell away. Everything tightened considerably, enveloping every inch of his body and forcing Clara’s own closer than close. Muzzles touching, bellies flush, Ricky opened his mouth and initiated the last, first kiss of their lives. 

That was enough to trigger Clara’s orgasm. She moaned into the kiss as her insides exploded around him. The rapid, rhythmic clenches were too much for him. Already close from his session with Roxie, he followed his sister over the edge and spilled himself within her not-so-untouched womb. 

He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to cum with his sister. To be eaten with his sister. To die with his sister. 

Another gulp shook them to their cores, jerking them deeper through Roxie’s tight, moist esophagus as fleshy walls crashed down around them. He couldn’t help but moan into his sister’s mouth as their rumps squeezed into the abyss after them. Squeezed down the nickit’s powerful throat, each glug resonating wetly in his ears. Like the sloppy sounds of his mating session with the predator minutes earlier, only omnipresent in every cell, rocking each of his hairs, impossible to ignore.

Something blocked their way down. He managed to feel it with a paw. It felt like a tiny hole, clenched shut. But then it yawned wide, and he barely managed to pull his paw back before it was consumed. His ears splayed back. He held in a whine. This was a sphincter. A stomach’s sphincter. He was at the entrance to Roxie’s churning gut, a trap where countless pokemon have entered but none have ever returned, and it was eager to consume them. 

Arceus, I can’t... I won’t. There has to be a way out of this!

Except there wasn’t. His own stomach twisted into knots at that realization. He tried to ignore it, to focus solely on the rush of endorphins as he pumped his sister full of cum, on the way her tight tunnel milked him for everything he had, but the reality of what was happening was all around him. Pressure grew as Roxie’s esophagus carried out the actions it was designed to do, and with one final, heavy swallow, the sphincter opened wide and there was nothing to halt their progress.

Their descent accelerated. Powerful muscles tightened behind them as everything in their front relaxed—first their heads, then the rest of their body, forcing them into a cramped, blazingly warm sleeve. Gurgles and other indicators of digestion roared in his ears. Their rumps were squeezed in behind them as the sphincter gave way. Their final prison received them with open folds. They had reached their destination.

He tried to take his mind off the reality of their situation with the pleasure coursing through him, he tried to embrace the feeling of ejaculating inside the rattata he had grown up with. Delving into it. She was all he had left.

It didn’t work. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the impossible situation. He—

Clara nuzzled him, insistent, desperate, her whiskers tickling his own. “I don’t want to die,” she murmured drowsily, forcing him to pay attention to her. He also felt sluggish, and his lungs felt like they were on fire, but he’d stay awake for her. Anything for her. She rolled her hips in what he knew was an attempt to distract herself from the inevitable. “You feel so good, but I don’t want to...” she trailed off, taking a strained breath. “It can’t end. Not like this. I don’t want to die. I don’t.”

Neither did he. But it was too late for what-ifs or maybes. They’ve ended up in the literal worst place any prey species could end up. They were being churned by ravenous flesh, squeezed together so that he couldn’t have pulled out of his sister even if he wanted to. The beginnings of digestion stung on his fur. Like an itch at first, similar to nettles. He knew it would get worse. That his body, his bones, everything that made him him would become mulch. A brother and sister, nothing more than nutrients to sustain a nickit until the next time she grew peckish. 

Ricky held Clara tighter. He nuzzled her, embraced her as no brother should. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She squeezed him tighter, both externally and internally. As if in a mockery of their loving embrace, the stomach's walls crashed down upon them, overbearing and humid. Loud gurgles filled his ears. "I’m scared, Ricky.”

He was too. But when he next opened his mouth, all that left him was a gasp. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were on fire. To think, after a lifetime of joy, sorrow, strife, and triumph, it would all end with him and his sister trapped in a nickit’s slimy stomach, choking on gastric fumes. But at least he wouldn't go out alone.

Him and Clara, together. Forever and ever. 

Roxie rolled over onto her side, purposefully showing off her plump, rattata-filled belly, groaning in satisfaction as her meals settled nicely in her gut. “Ah, what a lovely lunch.” One of her best, honestly. She giggled as they continued to squirm. Dice glared at her, and she tilted her head innocently. “What?”

“I’m jealous, obviously,” he huffed. Then his ears lowered as he looked on with interest. “So, how’d they taste?”

One of her meals decided right then to kick, and she licked her chops. “They were delicious. And they continue to be an experience. I can’t tell if they’re panicking or fucking!” She pressed her paw harder against her belly, squishing down the not-insignificant lump the rattata siblings made, her teats quite visible from all the bulging. It was such a thrill. Knowing they were in there, struggling for their lives. “Hmm, on second thought, they’re definitely struggling now. They were humping away without a care in the world, went still for a bit, then bam! Must have finished cumming, the poor things. Not every creature can have as awesome, lengthy orgasms as us.”

Dice lowered his head to the ground, chin over his paws. “I kind of miss them,” he admitted. She raised an eyebrow. “It’s true! Clara was really sweet. For prey, I mean. And Ricky had a lot of guts. Really, he fucked you in front of me. Who gets away with that? I’m torn between wanting to eat him myself or congratulate him.”

Roxie thought for a moment. Then, feeling naughty, she turned around, lifted her rump, and raised her tail high. “You can have them back after I’m done with them,” she teased with a flex of her asshole. 

Dice wrinkled his muzzle. “Don't be gross, dear.”

“Gross?” She smiled innocently. “I’m only stating a fact! What goes in, must come—”

“I get it,” he interrupted with a growl. Glaring for a moment, his ears perked up. “How long do you think they'll last?”

“They’re already slowing down,” she whispered while gently stroking her belly. Like a perversion of a mother calming her unborn children. “Only a matter of time before they stop.”