Title:           Special Pokemon Training (Charizard OV)
Author:          dzamie
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/nvG46Sbn
First Edit:      Wednesday 18th of May 2016 12:02:13 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 18th of May 2016 12:02:13 AM CDT

>you look up at the smiling Pokemon
>he leans his head down to you, sniffing
>a slimy, pink tongue slips out of his mouth and slaps wetly against your face
>it's firm and carries the inner heat of a powerful Fire type
>the Charizard slowly licks up the side of your face, leaving a rapidly-chilling tail of saliva
>the Pokemon nods, then grabs you firmly by the arms
>a glance upward shows only a soft, pink maw, tapering off towards a dark, inviting throat
>suddenly, he drops his head over yours
>the damp warmth of his mouth surrounds your head as your face is squished against his drooling tongue
>with some effort, you turn to the side, sputtering a bit as you stare out between those strong jaws
>he wastes no time, pressing further downward and wrapping his jaws around your chest and shoulders as your head is forced over his tongue and partway into his hot, tight throat
>strong muscles clench around you and drag your head into the Charizard's throat, the rest of the world vanishing from sight
>you faintly realize that he's picked you off the ground, tilting your body to slide down easier
>the Charizard continues to gulp you down, bit by bit
>as your face is pressed against the surrounding, squeezing flesh, more of your body is shoved into his hungry gullet
>your shoulders are a tight fit, but the fire lizard is easily capable of forcing them in
>you've seen him eat bigger, after all
>the tight squeeze is almost painful, but the enveloping heat and almost massaging throat muscles soon wash away the discomfort
>next, your chest is swallowed, each new gulp sending a ripple of tight flesh cascading up your body
>you find yourself breathing in time with his swallows, forced to exhale as his throat presses in on your chest
>he licks eagerly at your belly, then gulps once more to take in your waist
>the Charizard lets out a faint growl, making his throat buzz around your swallowed upper half
>he has to skip his favorite part of his meal, but he'll just have to deal with it
>your head presses against a firm ring of muscle on the next gulp
>as he claims your upper thighs, the ring opens, and you begin to squeeze through into the Pokemon's hot, almost sauna-like stomach
>the Pokemon's powerful throat pushes your upper body inside his gut even as he pulls more of your legs into him
>instinctively, you curl your legs, eliciting an unamused "Charrr..." from your captor
>with your chest free of the crushing confines of his throat, you take a deep breath, hardly caring that the air is stale and sharp at best
>the Charizard slowly draws your feet into his warm jaws, dragging it out as though savoring the last few inches of his meal
>not a bit of you remains outside of his hot body as you're pressed roughly into a shallow pool of liquid and the soft, engulfing flesh beneath
>he swallows quickly, now, his gullet rippling hungrily over your legs and groin, eager to force you fully into his gut
>as more of you slips into the Charizard's belly, you're forced to curl up, pressing out against your humid, fleshy prison
>eventually, you manage to keep your head out of the stomach juices, and you push gently out against the rumbling, kneading walls to let the Pokemon know you're fine
>his response is heavily muffled by his gut and the constant wet, squishing noises of his stomach shifting around you
>you feel two particularly firm spots in front of you, circling and squishing in
>you smile to yourself, picturing the big, orange Pokemon rubbing his stuffed belly like he so often does after a meal
>of course, neither of you had any intention of letting you follow a meal's course to the finish
>the heat and liquid begins to get uncomfortable, so you kick out against his churning stomach walls, letting him prepare
>he replies with a sad, almost disappointed tone, but you both knew it had to end
>reaching down, you slip a small sphere out of your pocket, hardly bigger than your palm
>pressing the button once, the pokeball expands in your grip
>you hold it out towards the darkness
>"Charizard, return!"
>you close your eyes as a red light fills your vision, the lovely warmth and softness of the Charizard's hungry stomach vanishing from around you
>carefully opening once more, you find yourself in a darkened bathroom, a pokeball held in your hand
>and, with a quick glance in the mirror, multiple acid-eaten holes in your clothes
>dammit
>awkward as it may be, seems like you'll have to be eaten naked next time
>walking towards the shower, you toss the ball over your shoulder, hearing the familiar pop-hiss of a Pokemon emerging
>you quickly explain what you were just thinking about, then add that the door's behind him if he wants to go
>you pull the curtain closed and start the water when you hear the click of a lock and a clatter
>peeking out, you see your Pokemon, still there, with a smirk on his face, and a Full Heal and Potion in his claws
>humming, he begins to walk towards you, licking his lips
>round two, so soon?