“You sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Absolutely. Anything for my favorite weirdo.”

“Aww, I’m your favorite weirdo? You’re so sweet! I’ll make sure the sex is awesome before the main event. Just for that. Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this.”

Morrigan coiled herself around the comparatively punny ekans, squeezing with bands of powerful arbok muscles, ensnaring the poor, horny male who so graciously offered himself up to her as tribute. While not forceful enough to harm him, it was plenty tight to keep him from making a slippery escape. 

An ekans wouldn't usually be on the menu for an arbok, she'd be the first one to admit. Cannibals were heavily frowned upon, regardless of how feral one may be. But a warm meal to fill her belly wasn't all he was worth. Not when she had an entirely different kind of appetite to sate, an appetite his hemipenes proved well suited for. 

They were mating, was what she was saying.

The forest clearing they were in was overgrown with grass, masking their carnal activity from prying eyes. But even if anyone was watching, even if a curious emolga or a voyeuristic caterpie peeked in from the trees above, she wouldn’t mind. It was inconsequential. Let them watch. Let them know their fate. Let them be witnesses to what befell Morrigan's meals. Perhaps after the show, they’ll find themselves adventurous enough to be next?
 
Morrigan caressed her-- the ekans with the tip of her tail, regarding him with hungry eyes. “It's going to be okay," she whispered as she watched from above it all. "It might be scary at first, I know, and the way my throat squeezes might make you want to panic. Don't. Just focus on the pleasure. Enjoy how warm I'll feel, now snug my insides will be. Think of it like a full-body massage!"

Squeezing his eyes shut, he nodded. His humping grew more urgent, scratching both their itches with his little hemipenes. But what he lacked in size he more than made up for with enthusiasm. It was understandable, really. So close to a dangerous predator, a sexy female of his own evolutionary line, of course he’d be desperate to cum. With the promise of being devoured literally looming above his head, he’d be stupid not too.  

She felt for him, really, she did. The concept of being swallowed was unimaginable. She couldn’t fathom the terror of all-encompassing walls coming down around you, dark and damp, the sounds of a ravenous gut roaring in your ears. But while she was hungry and hadn't eaten in weeks, she wasn't cruel. The least she could do was make his last moments as enjoyable as possible. And if that meant giving him her vent, allowing him to fill, fuck her to his heart’s content, so be it. 

Morrigan had always wanted to mate with her prey before eating them. To copulate with something inferior, to grace them with her warmest, tightest holes. It was a dream of hers, and until now it wasn’t one she had the pleasure to play out. Just the thought of feeling him cum as she opened her mouth, leaning in, and--

Her stomach gurgled then, pulling her out of the fantasy, back to a very certain reality. Why imagine eating him when she could do it? "Enjoying my vent?” she teased. “I hope so, because I’m ready. Be sure to cum before the end, ‘kay? I'll be eating your tail last." With those parting words, Morrigan unhinged her jaw and opened wide, giving him a good look at the soft, warm, slippery contours of her throat before descending upon him. She took her time. There was no rush. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. 

The ekans in her coils went slack, as if accepting his fate, allowing himself to be eased into a swift climax by her more sensual insides. Who was she to argue? If he wanted to be food so badly, then…

Morrigan slurped him in, just like that. The taste of ekans on her forked tongue was indescribable, and the reality that she was committing actual cannibalism sent her into a hunger-induced frenzy. Her efforts to consume him increased, impatience taking hold as she opened wider, took him deeper. Screw taking it slow, her belly demanded food now. Restraining herself began to seem so silly when she already had him in her jaws.  

Sebast-- her meal resumed his squirming, but he also flicked his tongue out to greet hers in a last, desperate kiss. Kind of a mixed message, though she wasn’t complaining as she breathed shakily into the gesture. It was really getting her going. His cocks twitched within her vent as they made out, signaling just how close he was.

She kept her mouth open, allowing him to breathe fresh air for as long as he could. She didn't want him suffocating. Especially not as the enthusiastic ekans wrestled with her tongue, slurping the much larger organ into his mouth and sucking on it with surprising skill. It was kind of cute, as if he thought she'd keep him around if he proved a good kisser. 

She squirmed. It was kind of working. He seems to know exactly which buttons to push. The intense combination of oral and vaginal stimulation was having an effect on her, fanning the flame of what was soon to be an explosive orgasm. Maybe he won’t beat me to the end after all.

Closing her eyes, she hissed through her glottis, "Keep that up, handsome, and you'll make this arbok very happy!"

Happy was an understatement as, moments later, her climax struck with all the force of a hyper beam. Vent spasming around its invaders, Morrigan squealed like a tepig, her mouth clamping down in the process and trapping the ekans in darkness. He obviously panicked, and that had her worried for a moment--she didn’t want him panicking--but Morrigan couldn't wait any longer: she had to have him during her orgasm.

Keeping her tail raised so that the little snake didn't slip out, Morrigan gulped, swallowing her wriggling prey whole. It felt amazing. Almost sexual in how intimate it was. Another creature, a male, sliding down into her gullet and there was nothing he could do about it. Her loins clenched hard, and she lost herself to the pleasure of orgasm all over again.

Even as his noises of pleasure slowly faded away, he never stopped thrusting, and it was with a sudden stillness and a silence in her throat that the ekans experienced his, likely last, ejaculation. Warmth bloomed within her depths. Ropes of hot, thick ekans seed spurted deep inside, filling a void she had desperately needed filled. 

Speaking of voids deep inside, Morrigan swallowed again. His body was already halfway there, his toothless, desperate bites along her esophagus providing only minor tickles. Her tail was dragged along by his slowly disappearing body, his lengths keeping them connected. She was fine with it. She did promise to make this as pleasurable for him as possible. When only his tail was left in her mouth, meaning her tail was in her mouth too, she made the split second decision to swallow them both. Because why not? They were both still cumming, after all, breaking up the party would just be cruel. And she wasn't cruel. 

Another flurry of gulps, a sudden, heavy fullness, and it was done. She shivered with delight, the ekans settling nicely in her gut. Sure, he struggled harder than ever once his orgasm faded away, but that only had her giggling at how ticklish it was. Having live food in her for once was exactly what she needed. So full. A shame I can’t keep him. Could have made a good pet. Perhaps even a mate?

She giggled at that ridiculous idea.

The sensation of eating her own tail was strange. Its tip tickled the entrance to her stomach, almost tentatively, and with a sudden sense of loss she felt the ekans pop out of her, his body being pulled into her stomach completely as he curled up, the eager muscles of her ravenous gut engulfing him. Rolling her eyes, Morrigan pushed her tail deeper, until she felt her vent slip into her stomach with him. She shuddered at the sense of wrongness of swallowing herself, the tickle of her juices against her vent, but it was also much too arousing to stop. Eating my own tail, and enjoying it. Now that’s a new fetish for the growing list.  

She hissed through her breathing tube she wiggled her tail for her ma-- prey, tempting him with what was going to be the only form of entertainment he'd find in his new accommodations. 

He coiled around her generous offering and immediately began humping, his softened lengths hardening along her scales as he blindly searched for an opening. When he popped inside, sliding deep within her used hole, and unexpectedly her lesser used one, she could have sworn she heard a muffled, satisfied hiss coming from her gut. She could relate: having her cunt and tailhole stretched was wonderful. She laughed, delighted as she reflexively clenched around him, both her stomach and cloaca, telling him without words to go to town.

So what if he was a bit rough? So what if her ass was sore after only a few minutes? This was his last moments to express himself, the least she could do was let him fuck her silly. 

Morrigan curled into multiple loops and rested her head against her belly, listening with a smile to her gurgling gut and the soft, muffled sounds of her prey enjoying his final moments. 

Sebastian couldn’t believe he agreed to this. 

Flesh closed in on the ekans from all sides, squeezing him into a tightly-wound coil. He couldn’t see, couldn’t even breathe if not for the preparations they took. He was inside a stomach. An actual, honest-to-Arceus stomach. This would have been a nightmare in any other circumstance, though with how soft Morrigan’s insides were, he was actually feeling quite content. It was like the most accommodating of human pillows, or a heavy blanket, both commodities he hadn’t experienced in years. Only squishier, hotter, and alive, hugging every scale with equal care. 

It was also quite wet, but that was to be expected of his mate. He laughed internally at the obvious joke there.

What he hadn’t been expecting was how loud it would be. Though, in hindsight, it made sense: his head was flush against the folded muscles of her stomach, directing all vibrations into his ear holes. Of course he could hear everything. The heavy ba-bump of her heartbeat, drowned out only by the sounds of her gut shifting and contracting in its futile attempts to digest him. Now that was a crazy thought. Her body was actively trying to digest him. To make him a meal. The love of her life, nothing but food to her baser bodily functions. 

Ha, joke’s on her gut: I’m currently slit deep in its backdoor. The only part of me exiting that hole will be my seed after I fill her.

It was extremely fortunate that the acid-neutralizing berry Morrigan had eaten earlier had done the trick. She wasn’t producing anything dangerous at all. It was just him, the rolling folds of an arbok’s stomach, and his mate’s wriggling tail. Now that was an unexpected delight, fucking his mate inside her very own gut. How many males could brag about doing something that kinky? 

It just felt surreal. As if he were in a dream. His thoughts fleeting as he settled into his cramped quarters, his only cellmate being the squirming tail of the very same arbok who scarfed him down. Pretending to be terrified as his mate prepared to eat him was one thing, but actually being eaten was a whole different story. The panic as he was swallowed hadn’t been an act. It had awakened some deep, primal instinct to squirm and escape, to get out, get out, get out! 

He thought back to how her maw had looked. He’d kissed her loads of times, been shown glimpses of her throat before, but never like this. When she opened wide, it seemed to go on forever. Pink at the edges, but darkening further until transitioning entirely into an endless abyss. A preview of things to come. Teasing him with what he was about to consent to. What he had consented to.

I’m inside an arbok’s belly. The thought was sudden, and came packaged with a shudder and a twinge of unease. His instincts screamed to him how wrong this was. My mate’s belly. This is real. It isn’t a dream. Oh, Arceus, am I insane? Actual pokemon have been digested here! I’ve watched her eat a pikachu once! But here I am, fucking my mate’s fantastic cunt as her other, more dangerous squishy parts carry out what they were programed to do, as fruitless as it’ll be.

Speaking of Morrigan’s squishy parts, her cloaca tightened suddenly, before fluttering with rhythmic contractions as she had another orgasm of supernova proportions. He could hear muffled hisses of delight even from within his fleshy prison, Morrigan’s cries of pleasure drowning out the sounds of her gurgling digestive system. Her insides milked him like the mammal he wasn’t, stroked the fires to greater and greater highs, and led the building crescendo of his inevitable climax to an edge it couldn’t straddle. 

He hissed as the pressure in his loins dropped, then rose again into a finish as powerful as Morrigan’s own. His cocks twitched and his vent flexed as he simultaneously pumped both of her holes full of his hot, fertile seed. Into the ass he would eventually be leaving.

As they came together, his mate’s stomach squeezing him even harder than her pussy--likely a result of her squirming in pleasure--Sebastian’s thoughts began to wander. What if the psychic stuff doesn’t work? What if I lose consciousness? What if I enjoy myself so much that I don’t want out?

There was a sudden realization that even if he never left, that if he actually was, impossibly, digested by Morrigan’s acid-free, churning stomach, she’d still lay his eggs. He’d still be a father. His life would have served its purpose, and something about that was so Arceus-damned hot that he let go of his mate’s tail and pressed his face hard into the folds of her gut. As if daring it to digest him. Daring it to make him a part of the love of his life. A part of his future children.

Those thoughts of joining his family slithering through his mind, Sebastian opened his toothless maw, pressed it gently against her stomach, and moaned as he initiated the strangest, kinkiest make-out session of his entire life. 

It wasn’t long before Morrigan decided that her stomach wasn’t the most accommodating of places for her tail. Propping herself up, and muscles tensing, she began the slow process of extracting her tail from her gullet. It was an arduous task. The first tug had her cringing, and with the next she hissed as her mate slipped out of her cloaca, making her feel empty and alone. But she didn’t stop pulling, and as uncomfortable as it was for something to move backwards, countering it was the interesting sensation of her vent sliding against her soft throat. It wasn’t enough to cum, but made it bearable until she eventually managed to yank her tail out of her throat.

“Yesh, I am not doing that again,” she grumbled, staring at the end of her vent as it leaked white. “Ever. It was fun having Sebastian fuck me inside my own stomach, but ugh. My throat’s going to be sore for a while.” It was worth it, though. Very much worth it. She couldn’t wait for when their hatchlings grew up and she told them exactly how they were conceived. Just imagining the look on their faces had her bursting into giggles. 

Glancing down to her belly didn’t reveal much. There wasn’t even a lump. She did feel full, which spoke for itself. She had eaten her mate. Devoured him alive. All while pretending he was prey. It proved thrilling, that was for sure.

What she wouldn’t tell Sebastian was how tempting doing it for real was. Not that she ever would. Not with him. 

Sebastian still struggled. She could feel it. Each wiggle, every flex of his noodly body. She curled her tail as the sensation played its course. Her vent grew hot, tingles spreading through her belly. Apparently she wasn’t yet satisfied. That was fine. She had all day to play with herself while Sebastian toured her digestive system.

When Morrigan’s tail left him, so too did Sebastian’s anchor to the outside world. While more comfortable than he expected it to be--the rolling folds of an arbok’s gut made surprisingly excellent pillows--he could only grind against her inner softness and orgasm for so long before mind-numbing monotony took hold. 

So he listened to the sounds of his mate’s body. It wasn’t possible to know precisely what Morrigan was doing on the outside, but he had plenty of information to infer that she was mastubrating. Her pounding heartbeat alone, pulsing through her stomach walls, was enough to say she was very active, and the muffled moans reverberating around him made the picture quite clear. It was soothing to know she was enjoying this. It also gave his imagination plenty of material to work with. At least for a little while.

As her heartbeat slowed down, so too did Sebastian’s. Curled into a ball--forced into one, more like--he had intended to sleep away the rest of his time here, but something was changing. Morrigan’s muscles tensed sporadically, the tightness making him gasp. It gave the distinctive sense that he’d overstayed his welcome. He was proven correct as his surroundings relaxed before constricting hard, forcing his muzzle against something that appeared to… kiss him? It truly was soft like a mouth, soft and mushy, massaging his face as the rest of his body was subjected to muscular contractions. 

It was only as the ‘mouth’ began consuming his snout when he realized tighter accommodations were in his immediate future. Oh. I’m heading into her intestines. Her stomach thinks I've been mashed and kneaded into a proper meal, and is starting the rest of the digestive process. Thank Arceus she’s so clean. Those berries are working wonders.

In a moment of morbid curiosity, he flicked his tongue out and tasted the beginnings of Morrigan’s small intestines. While slimy, he couldn’t say there was much of a taste. Which was great, as it allowed him to lick to his heart’s content. Then her opening yawned, receiving the rest of him with eager gulps. 

This was it. Now entirely within her intestines, there was truly no going back the other way. He would follow through with his journey… Until the very end. 

Hours later, Morrigan awoke to a familiar pressure in her lower gut. She knew her intestines, bowels, all of it was clean. Immaculately so. Preparing in advance had assured that. Glancing down at her annoyingly empty belly (it growled, and she had the distinct impression it felt cheated out of a meal), she followed the length of her body until coming to a stop at her cloaca. Just above it was a lump. A struggling lump. It made her feel bloated, honestly.

She grinned. Sebastian had safely completed his journey through her digestive system. She knew the magic berries would work, she had been eating them for the past few days and had the cleanest insides possible, but she had the slightest niggling in the back of her mind that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t come out intact.

She shuddered at the thought. 

Her full bowels pushed at her anal sphincter, reminding her just how badly she had to go. And so she curled into position, tail up and vent down, eyes fixed on the subtle crease of her slit, and relaxed. Morrigan’s checks flushed as the pressure on her sphincter grew as she slowly began to open up. It reminded her of defecation. The only difference being how squirmy her mate was, and how after a moment his wiggly tail peaked out of her folds.

“F-fuck,” she moaned as she suddenly opened wide for her squirming mate, sliding him out in rush of relief. Sebastian’s cocks popped out of her ass, twitching and spurting as he was already cumming from whatever it felt like to be squeezed out of an arbok’s backside. Knowing it felt good for him only made it better for her. 

Her body tensed when Sebastian was only halfway out, her ring squeezing tight. She hissed from the intensity. It only got weirder when her currently-blinded-mate managed to curl his tail, and thus his cocks, back over to her vent, slipping one of them inside. She tightened, stunned; he was fucking her before she had even finished squeezing him out.

“Dammit, Sebastian,” she hissed, “At least let me push you out first! You’re making it impossible to relax!”

Despite her protests, it really did feel amazing. Being fucked while… relieving herself wasn't exactly what she constituted as sexy. But being fucked by her mate who was halfway out of her ass? Now that she could get around.

Morrigan lifted her tail up higher and tried her best to relax despite the pleasure. The ekans was eased out of her, the feeling bizarre yet strangely familiar. "I'm s-shitting out my mate," she whispered, feeling embarrassed by the dirty words coming out of her mouth. "This is so wrong, oh gosh…Why does it feel so good?!"

With a loud, lewd plop and a sudden relief of pressure her mate exited her fully. He gasped for breath just as she gasped from how big his head had felt. Looking down at her cloaca revealed it spread, her anus twitching and gaped from how large an object she had squeezed out. It pushed her over the edge and into an orgasm that sent her everything into a frenzy. Her widened tailhole collapsed in on itself as her cloaca exploded into contractions, and she squirmed and coiled as her mind became awash in micro detonations of bliss. 

“F-fuck!” she hissed to the heavens, tail curling around Sebastian reflexively and holding him tight as she rode out the pleasure. “Cumming!” It proved the single best orgasm of her life.

“Thank you soooo much for trusting me, Sebastian,” Morrigan said between loving licks. “I know this fetish is weird, but, ooooh--you have no idea how many orgasms I had while you were wriggling in my gut! I could feel everything! And that acting was great! If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you were actually scared.”

The ekans, her mate of several years now and covered from head to tail in saliva, just smiled. “I think I have an idea. Oh, and acting? I’d take the compliment, but it wasn’t very difficult to tap into my ‘oh, Arceus, there’s a massive, beautiful arbok about to eat me, I’m fucked!’ instincts. Those ‘bites’ you probably felt?” He gave her a bashful grin. “That was actual panicking. Like, fearing for my life. I had to remind myself that Velma’s craft is foolproof. If anything went wrong, the failsafe would have teleported me out,” he thrust his tail out in a quick jab for emphasis, “just like that. Shame she couldn’t stick around. She’s fun to hang out with! I mean, for a Kadabra.”

“Oh, for sure.” Finished giving Sebastian his impromptu bath, Morrigan lifted her enormous head and nuzzled up against the ekans, dwarfing his body with her own. “When you finally decide to evolve, can I be your prey next? At the very least you could try swallowing my tail!”

“Tempting, but pass. I like being small. It’s also funny when pokemon think you’re older than me. Or, even better, that I’m your kid or something.” He curled himself around the midsection of her body, and looked up at her. “Nothing funnier than confirming I have been inside your vagina. Multiple times.” He winked, and Morrigan snorted. Sebastian had the strangest sense of humor. But that was one of the many reasons why she loved him.

“I should swallow you with my womb next,” she not-so-subtly hinted, flicking the end of her body and gifting him with a glimpse of her satisfied--and sore--vent. “Bring the joke to its natural conclusion. After being in my gut, surely that’s nothing.”

“One kink at a time, dear,” he said with a smile. “One kink at a time.”