Losing was always an inherently embarrassing thing to go through, regardless of the context. Your pride would be hurt, maybe you would lose a bit of money or some other possession, maybe there was even some physical element to it. But Kobada never thought that losing a battle to a wild Scolipede would leave him in a situation like this.


...Well, truth be told, it wasn't really a battle. The bird had been caught completely off-guard on a rough, isolated path he was walking without any Pokemon on him, and before he could fly away, he had been blasted with a thick String Shot and mercilessly poisoned by the giant bughorse to the point of unconsciousness! Battered, bruised, and filled with venom to the point of passing out, Kobada didn't know when or where he would wake up, or honestly, IF he would even wake up. But, thankfully he did.


The first thing the bird noticed when he finally returned to the conscious realm was that there was something attached to his neck. Something heavy and quite a bit rough against his feathers, to be honest. Wherever he was, it was dark - some hours had passed for sure - so he couldn't exactly tell what it was yet. As soon as the bird started to stir, groaning as he felt the pounding headache in his temples and the tingling in his extremities from the poison wearing off, he felt something tug him forward, even deeper into the inky-black void in front of and around him. Just the sensation was enough to make him see a few stars again, honestly; but eventually, the bird was tugged far enough into the darkness for some kind of light to emerge. A very faint, flickery, ghostly kind of light, almost like torches on the side of cave walls, but they were there, and they provided more than enough information to Kobada about his whereabouts. He was in a cave, for sure, with how scrabbled and rocky the ground and walls around him were. A pretty muddy and wet one, to boot. But what was most striking was what was in front of him. It was the rear end of a Pokemon; a very specific one, one that he wouldn't mistake for a moment, even from the backside in the darkness of a cave. Those purple stripes and jagged outcroppings sticking out of the top of the Pokemon’s rear...that was a Scolipede, for sure!


The next thing that Kobada noticed...well, it was where the leash he was wearing seemed to be pointing to. Tight and taut, the leather slid right between the big horsebug’s rump cheeks before completely disappearing! The bird grimaced as he realized this, almost confused by what he was seeing, wondering if his head was still so fucked up that he couldn't see straight or something. But, as he heard the big, bulky Poison-type snort and step backwards a little bit more into the light in response to the stirring that it heard coming from the cave behind it...well, there was more than enough light for the blue-and-black-feathered bird to see pretty much all of what was going on. Though he didn't like the realization he came to. The tip of the leash that he was attached to, it led between those cheeks, and it...it just had to be stuck right up into the Scolipede's hole! There was just, nowhere else for it to go, especially with the tension that was in the leash, as well...as soon as Kobada realized this, the bird started to scrabble and pull himself back, trying as best he could to potentially free the leash tip from its slimy bowel prison while uttering some rambly, close to indecipherable words of discontent. Something along the lines of a “m-muh, ugh, n-noo...”, though to the Scolipede, the only thing that it heard was the flustered, unsure blatherings of a future ass meal. A trainer that had practically delivered himself up to the bug on a silver platter, and was now well on his way to being lodged deep in a big horsebug's colon...


Even as Kobada fell back onto his tail feathers and continued to tug on his leash, either to dislodge it from inside the bug or to find some way to get the collar from off of his neck, he just continued to get dragged forward. Almost as if his movements were coaxing the scopedes vowels to clench and tug even tighter on the leash...! There was only so much of the thick, leathery strap left, after all; and as more of it was pulled inside, the Scolipede continued to walk backwards at the same time, continuing to close the distance between the two of them...not in a harsh or frantic way, but in a practiced, measured fashion. It was almost scarier to watch it approach so slowly. Like an injured animal watching as a lion sauntered up to them, knowing that there was nothing that could be done. A thick, musky odor started to pervade the bird's nostrils as he got closer, both making them tingle and also strangely starting to calm the bird down as the inevitable continued to approach. The dim light of the cavern gradually getting swallowed up like his leash as those huge ass cheeks crept closer and closer...and then, with one more tight tug - 


FWUMPH.


Kobada’s black-tipped beak landed firmly between the Scolipede’s rump cheeks as nearly the entire leash was swallowed up now, the bird being forced to bring his head forward and into the bug’s damp, tight pucker just from the sheer tension in the leash! The slimy donut hole immediately latched onto and started to tug and pull on that beak, having immediately sprung to a life just from that tiny bit of stimulation, almost like a mousetrap being tripped. With the strength of the bug's flesh tugging both on the leash and now on the bird proper, Kobada’s fate was all but sealed. He could already feel the slimy, warm bowel flesh starting to creep up and over his nostrils, clamping the bird’s beak shut and, in the process, making it next to impossible for Kobada to move his head around at all with how tight the pucker’s hold was! That pressure only releasing for the bug’s bowels to quickly and noisily squelch up a few more inches of the bird’s leash, Kobada’s senses being plunged into the slimy, hot, musky world of bug ass as nearly his whole head was swallowed up in one powerful muscular contraction. Squishy, sloshy noises dominated the bird’s hearing as they were encased in the throbbing, pulsing tunnel that was the Scolipede’s rear end, but in the background, Kobada was able to hear what they thought was a deep, rumbling, pleased chirp from the bug as it felt the bird’s head slotting pleasantly into its rectum. Though the big bughorse still continued to waddle backwards, in the hopes that it could find a wall to press its ass against to help push the bird inside and maybe move things along a bit more quickly...plus, the motion of those legs and cheeks moving seemed to get things going in his guts just a little bit as well!~


The tight ring of muscle squeezed possessively around Kobada’s neck as it made its way down the bird’s body; laying its claim on the avian as the bughorse prepared to swallow up those broad shoulders that would stretch its hole out oh-so-wonderfully...it was already so hard to breathe in here, but with the extra tightness of the pucker around his neck, it was difficult for Kobada to even get the musk-drenched air in here into his lungs...he couldn't tell if the tingling in his head and the static in his vision was from what had happened to him earlier, the lack of oxygen, or the pheromones getting to his brain...or some combination of the three! With another powerful, tight clench, Kobada’s neck was pulled all the way inside, the fluff around the bird’s neck and shoulders brushing right up against the bug’s pucker...tickling it a little bit in a way that made it twitch and - oops - shLURP up a few more inches of the bird in the process! His shoulders disappearing inside in the blink of an eye, even the broadest part of Kobada’s body being engulfed without the slightest bit of difficulty.


With Kobada’s shoulders and now his chest firmly inside of the bug’s sweltering, tight bowels, the bird could feel his talons starting to get picked up off of the floor - his arms trapped at his sides with his shoulders now packed inside as well! That really just left his only option as flailing and kicking his legs around as they continued to get lifted up, though even if his talons or claws grazed the bug’s hide...they wouldn't really stop anything. In fact, they might just trigger another clench like those ticklish, fluffy neck feathers did, if the bird wasn't careful...! It was more than okay for the Scolipede, though. It was kind of hoping that the bird would start to get a bit more feisty as he was buttchugged deeper and deeper. Wouldn't be nearly as fun and arousing otherwise, after all! There was a bit of a throbbing length pressing up against the bug’s belly, Kobada making the tiniest wiggling bulge in his underbelly for it to hump and thrust against...but mostly, the size difference between the two of them was just far too much for Kobada to even show on the Scolipede’s massive frame. Just how a butt toy should end up, though. Completely lost in its owner, like being sucked into a black hole with no trace left behind or any hope of returning as anything but a few extra inches of thick, wobbly assfat on the big bug’s haunches...~


Already, the more mechanical processes of digestion were beginning as Kobada’s upper half was shoved and gulped deeper by the Scolipede’s hungry pucker. The clenching, squeezing, massaging...tenderizing. Preparing the bird for what was ahead, softening him up so that the bug’s stomach could just squeeze inward and start to work those enzymes right into that worn-out body...honestly, Kobada had been more than tenderized by that fight earlier, so this was just icing on the cake for the bug’s guts! The bug now started to rock his ass back and forth a little bit, relaxing his hole before shoving backwards to gulp down a few more inches of the butt bird as it grew to enjoy the feeling of being full down there once more. As full as Kobada could make the Scolipede, anyway. The bird was more competing with toys than food down there at this point, though he didn't have a flared base that made it hard for the bug to lose him so deep inside that maze of twisting bowels~


With those shoulders out of the way, things were becoming a lot easier for the bug’s hungry, sloppy black hole, though it still continued walking backwards, eventually managing to find purchase against a wall. Leaving Kobada stuck between a rock and a soft, squishy, musky place...and the rock was undoubtedly ideal in this situation! That ass grinding side to side as it continued to clench and pull the bird inside, really just rubbing in how much Kobada belonged to the bug now, just how fucked he was. All routes out of this situation went through the Scolipede, and none of them looked particularly favorable for Kobada either! The bird's waist and tail feathers slipping in with a quick clench and *GLORP*, the bug’s hammock gut getting a little bit heavier with each little inch of the avian that it chugged down...more weight pressing down against its cock, getting the beast chittering. Making him even hungrier, in two different senses of the word! With just a pair of talons now sticking out of its hole, the bug could claim its ass meal now, or let Kobada squirm and pleasure it for even longer, milk every last drop of energy and fight out of the bird until the very end.


*schhLOOLorrphhhh*
That slimy, wet noise of a satisfied pucker bounced off the cave walls as it was made; the bug’s hole clenching and winking a little bit as it drew in the very last of Kobada’s body, the bird having been turned entirely into a wiggling lump underneath the shiny black veneer of the bug’s guts in a matter of minutes...that pucker continuing to pulse and twitch inward as peristaltic motions sent the bird deeper inside, around bends and through twists of flesh that somehow became more and more tight with each passing moment. Every time that Kobada thought the pressure couldn’t ramp up any further, he was very quickly and decisively proven wrong by another powerful squeezing contraction that would send him a few inches deeper into the bughorse’s digestive tract. Time in here was extremely dilated for the bird; with no real feedback to his senses other than the constant, unyielding assault of slimy flesh and gurgling noises, it was impossible for Kobada to tell if he was in here for minutes, hours, or days. If he had fallen asleep or not. If this was even real, or some kind of awful nightmare...but, eventually there was a change of scenery that at least shook things up enough around him to center the bird somewhat. With a particularly powerful squeeze from those bowels around his body, the bird's whole head was plunged through a tight opening to a gurgling, somewhat-more-open chamber, though one that was quite a bit more acrid-smelling and active then the bowels he was being pumped through up until now. It swayed and sloshed side to side with every little movement the bug made, the Scolipede clearly delighted in their catch...


It appeared that Kobada had arrived in the Pokemon’s swaying, sloshing underbelly, a chamber that was quite hungry and ready to start working on the tenderized, beaten down bird as soon as it got a grasp of him! The room that the bird had appreciated for a precious few moments upon his arrival was immediately seized upon by the clenching gut walls, the undulations immediately starting to massage those tingling stomach fluids right into the bird's feathers, far more potent than whatever was in the bug-type’s bowels. It still wasn't nearly as tight as the intestines that he had to travel through to get here, but Kobada would have at least appreciated a little bit of time to wiggle and move about to perhaps find some semblance of comfort deep inside of the Scolipede. You know, before the digestion started to set in.


Feeling its meal starting to settle warmly into its lower stomach, the Scolipede started to get a little more active, venturing forward out of this cave into a more permanent area where it could lay down and begin to really process and enjoy the lump of bird that was swirling and sloshing around inside of it. Kobada getting bounced and pushed around by every little movement, feeling another sphincter seal over the tips of his talons to lock him firmly inside of the Pokemon's stomach - a place he would never escape from, at least not in the same form he came into it as! That was the reality of the situation, at this point. Even if he hadn't been so battered and beaten before stuffed up the bug’s ass, the trip through those winding intestines had drained all of the bird's energy, making him little more than a lump of squirming meat to be melted and absorbed by the bug's eager guts. It was what they were good at, after all, and they were positively starving for something to mulch and massage into nothing but nutrients and calories~ The tingling in the bird’s feathers and skin already started to turn to numbness as they bug sat back down on the ground, curling up around its engorged stomach and listening to its body, hard at work gurgling the bird already. For the bug, it was like a pleasant, calming lullaby, the sign of a hunt well executed, a nice capstone for the night; but for Kobada, those gurgles were a constant onslaught against his ears, their intensity only picking up as the stomach continued to seize inward and work on melting down more of the delicious, vulnerable bird. There was nothing that Kobada could do to stop it. He was simply bug food now, and all that bug food was meant to do was to sit there and digest. Maybe wiggle and moan a little bit...but even that was becoming hard for him to do as the minutes turned into hours, as the thick gut sludge around him only got sloshier and slimier. At some point, being fully immersed in this dank, dark sac of a gut with almost no sensory perception available was starting to make everything blend together for Kobada. Blend together and fade into a blank, nondescript mush as their last bits of strength were sapped and
drained by those hungry, unrelenting stomach walls...


At some point throughout the next day, the bug would belch up an acid-treated bird skull, a slightly-morbid reminder of the trainer meal it had captured, to be kicked around and corralled with the rest of the keepsakes from the Scolipede’s previous meals. The rest of Kobada? Well, the thick gut slosh he had been turned into was already being pumped back through those bowels that had so greedily swallowed him up, being redistributed back onto the bughorse’s curves as a bit of extra ass and gut fat. Perhaps even a tiny bit more plush roundness to the donut that had so easily chugged the bird down...a nice way to facilitate some future meals, for sure~