Taste of the Tropics
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Moggers (May 2023)
Featuring settings created by The Pokémon Company

Sascha ignored the ‘BEACH CLOSED’ sign, as always. There never was anything to worry about, after all. It was a nice day, and the ‘hazards’ that caused the beaches to shut down were never that big of a deal to begin with. She was a big girl. She could handle it.

The tall, voluptuous tigress was already shedding the long flowing shirt to reveal her bikini underneath, baring herself to the gorgeous blaze of the afternoon sun. Her yoga pants would stay on for now. Same went for her high-top, high-heeled wedge sneakers. Her round sunglasses remained on her face along with the visor covering her brow, and her impassive, relaxed expression gave her the look of a supermodel or a celebrity - a sort of ‘don’t-bother-me’ look that would have scared off anyone who wanted to, say, hit on her. She was positively statuesque.

The beach was completely barren of life, aside from the odd Krabby briefly poking its head up before scuttling back into the sea. As she got further away from the Malie city limits, the sounds of traffic fading behind her, she felt as though she was stepping into undiscovered territory. Not least because of the flora she was beginning to see.
At first, she wondered if she might have stumbled across a new Pokémon or something, judging from how vibrant the massive purple flowers and the deep green pitcher plants were. Huge ferns hung from tropical trees, a sort of meld of tropical and taiga plant life. None of them seemed to be moving more than any usual plant; definitely not Pokémon. She found herself gawking a little, just impressed by the uncommon sights. Whether she looked towards the sea and the distant horizon, or all these pretty plants, she wasn’t wanting for a nice view.

Now she just needed a nice place to sit…
Some of those bigger plants had leaves that were encroaching over the sand, giving a very convenient natural parasol for her to lie under. Perfect. 
She draped out her towel underneath it, subconsciously kneading the sand with her paws like a suckling kitten. She didn’t even realise she was purring until then either. She chuckled to herself as she clocked it. 
“I needed this, huh,” she murmured to herself.
Collapsing onto the towel and spreading out with an almighty sigh, Sascha closed her eyes at last and just let the warmth and the gentle white noise of the waves wash over her from afar. She scooched her body from side to side, nestling herself in and making a huge tigress-shaped imprint beneath her.

All that was left to do then was enjoy the cool sea breeze, and allow her mind to wander wherever it pleased. Reflecting on her vacation to the islands, all the amazing flora and fauna she’d seen… but what was all the fuss with the wild Pokémon about? 
She’d been told there were places that were unsafe, that feral Pokémon could get quite rowdy or aggressive. But she’d yet to see a single one that wasn’t docile and polite, particularly when she had treats to give them. Plus she didn’t have any Pokéballs on her, or even really give off the vibe of being a trainer. Since she wasn’t. She was happy observing from afar, no interest in glorified pit-fighting for her. She was more interested in seeing how easy it was to tempt them with an over-processed snack or two.

So what if she’d been told not to feed them? It’s not like they’d been following her around or anything, at least to her knowledge…
Her feet were nestled into the sand - still with the shoes on for now. She’d kick them off later, once she was sure she was going to settle here until the sun set. She wasn’t quite sure about this spot just yet, even with the shade it felt a bit…distant from the ocean.
She was considering how the sea water might feel on her feet as it started to come in more and more. It might warm her up to the idea of doing some skinny dipping…

She could imagine it already. As she listened to the waves, she pictured the water caressing the undersides of her paws. Her breathing synced with the sound of the water, and everything else began to fade into the background of her mind.
She felt a phantom sensation, a sort of anticipatory warmth and pressure. Her feet almost felt cool and refreshed already. With each wave, she pictured it slowly lapping further and further up. She could imagine it continuing further and further. The water stuck to her as the tide receded, before pushing up again with the next wave. The imaginary liquid stuck to her and constricted, thick and gelatinous, and she could feel the fabric of her shoes getting soaked, with a low, suckling sound…

It was around this point that she remembered that sea water definitely didn’t have that texture. Or that tightness. Or that sucking sound.
She realised that she wasn’t just fantasising.
By then, of course, it was a bit late in the game.

Someone as large and eye-catching as Sascha would have attracted a lot of attention anyway, but even the Pokémon who might have seen her as a potential meal would have been hesitant to go after her. She was massive, after all.
But there were predators who were just as big lurking around. Like poison-types who’d ended up here after a toxic spillage, and worked their way towards shore, growing bigger and more voracious as they went. 
A Muk had been creeping its way along the sand, leaving a long snail-trail of oily iridescence behind it as it slithered towards its sleepy quarry. 
It was an Alolan variant, naturally; its amorphous blob-like body was a multicoloured rainbow, with calcified toxins sticking out of it like crystals in a cave. Even in the evening light, its whole body shimmered. It would have caught Sascha’s attention - if she was paying an iota of attention to her surroundings. 
Because of that, the slimy creature had no problem getting to Sascha’s paws. Her toes wiggled from inside her wedge sneakers. It only tantalised the creature further.
The Muk opened its mouth, strings of slime connecting the upper and lower lips with the texture of melted cheese. Its tongue lolled out and pressed into the tigress’ feet, before slowly moving forward again. 

For the first few gulps there was no resistance - Sascha was still oblivious. If anything she was pressing her feet into the cool pool-like maw, murmuring something. The Muk wouldn’t have been able to understand her even if it did speak her language.
It had no interest in that. It was hungry.
By the time it got up to her ankles, she finally started to stir.

“What the-?!” Sascha immediately kicked up a fuss, trying to scooch herself backwards, away from the approaching blob of sentient slime. Her left leg started to come unstuck with a hollow sucking sound. But the pressure pulled her right back in with another wet, gurgling gulp. She was stuck even faster this time, too.
The gooey creature almost looked like it was smiling at her as it continued up. 
She was too far away - and too proud - to call out for help. All she could do was keep trying to pull back. She would have felt more revolted if the sensation didn’t feel so strangely nice. Like bathing in cool, thin gelatin. An intrusive thought entered her head - this would make a great luxury spa treatment.

Aside from the being eaten part. 

She was still trying to escape, managing through sheer strength and force of will to drag herself back(and the stuck-fast Muk came with her). But the sand didn’t offer a lot of leverage or grip, and as the Muk got up to her hips and waist, she was finding it harder and harder to pull back. 
The Muk’s scent washed over her - less a stench and more a strange tangy aroma, like a rainbow sherbet that needed a little more sweetening.
Even this place’s pollution smelled nice… 
The Muk seemed eager to wrap things up. The next few gulps were practically lunges, going straight up to her head within three of them. Her ears were stopped up with the stuff and her face was the only thing not engulfed by the thick mass of constricting, compressing slime.
The scent wasn’t the only thing that reminded her of a cool dessert - now that the Muk was completely covering her, from the way the cool material seemed to melt and solidify against her, it had a similar, almost slushy texture. 
She began to think. Maybe it’d be pliant enough for her to pull herself out.

The mouth closed over her and she was plunged into sweet smelling darkness. 
It was weird how cold it was inside it. Colder than she was expecting. Not uncomfortably cold, but it did remind of the time when that Arbok wrapped around her and…
She put that out of her mind.
These insides were different, though. Much more pliant, a fair bit cooler, and with a sort of soft taffy consistency.

Trying not to taste what was around her (it was still pollution after all), she squirmed inside the Muk’s body to warm herself up. It was getting softer against her body heat, and she could feel it thinning out too. 
“NNhn!” she pushed her upper body straight up - while her arms were still trapped by her sides, she had enough core strength to push herself up. She could feel the Muk quivering against her, trying and failing to keep her down. It had bitten off more than it could chew. She could probably tear her way out of it - and that probably wouldn’t hurt it all that much. Then it’d think twice about trying to eat someone like her…
Maybe stretching her legs would work. Surprisingly, she was able to move her legs a little more than she realised, bending them and bringing her knees up. Re-orienting herself inside the mound of muck was way easier than trying to escape, and she could use that to her advantage.
She tried to keep her breath held, not breathing in the candy-fumes of the poison-type Pokémon. Her left leg managed  to cross in, then the right, until she was in an almost meditative position. 
The Pokémon was growling and grumbling, but was otherwise basically stationary. It couldn’t do much more to her now that she was inside it. She sat upright and pushed her knees out. She managed to take a bubbling breath, still suffused with the chemical tang. She pushed her arms up and out to the sides, like she was doing a morning stretch.

It was working… she was finding it easier to move, and she heard the Muk groan with something that almost sounded like discomfort. Good thing too, she was starting to run low on air… She pushed straight up again, pushing one food, then the other into the gooey sand underneath. With a groan like she was just stepping out of a bath, she slowly reared herself up to her full 7 feet.The Muk was still covering most of her body with a thick layer of goo, but she was able to push her head just barely through to the surface. She opened her mouth wide, and managed to open the skin just enough to take a deep, much-needed breath of sea air…

She forgot that Muks tended to have hands. 
It was more than happy to remind her, grabbing her tightly by both hips and giving it a squeeze. Two wet slaps followed by a tight, lecherous squeeze, before a hard yank that pulled her down.
Like a rubber band, the goo pulled her right back down, flat on her back and spread eagled.
“Oh great,” she groaned, sucking in one last breath before the goo covered her face again. She sat upright again easily enough, the outline of her massive body pushing against the now quite regretful Muk.
It was going to take a few attempts before this Muk gave up, wasn’t it…? Sascha wasn’t really afraid for her life anymore; just annoyed that her bit of quiet time had been ruined. She’d have to spend the better part of the evening working on this stupid would-be predator. 

While it was tedious, it still felt quite nice against her fur even now.
That spa idea was still something she’d have to chase up. Shame she didn’t have any Pokéballs to hand, otherwise she could have caught this one outright.
In any case, coming up with a spa-fantasy in her head was one way to pass the time.

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