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Fatal Encounter

A Pokémon Vore story

It started off a day like any other. Lucario and his trainer were walking along the beaten dirt path through the woods, trying to get to the next town. It had been a few days since they had last been in a city, and they were eager to get there and rest in an actual bed again.

Lucario was also eager to fight another gym leader; perhaps even more eager than his trainer was. Though his trainer would reap the glory from it, the Lucario liked the thrill of the battle. Not just the fighting, but the danger as well. It exhilarated him.

But he wouldn't be able to do well in battle without training; both him and his trainer knew that. So, they took their time, and spent as much time training as they did walking.

It happened while they were in one of these training sessions.

Patrick, the Lucario's trainer, had stopped walking as they had come across a field on the side of the road. It wasn't a huge field, but it was just big enough to serve as a battlefield. The long grass around the side was perfect for wild encounters as well.

"Here," he said. "Let's stop for a bit."

He didn't have to say why. Lucario knew.

The two of them quickly set down their stuff, and went looking through the grass. It had taken a few moments, but soon enough, they starting finding wild Pokémon. First, there were a few common ones- Bibarels, Swellows, etc. Lucario beat them with ease, and then moved on.

He was looking through the grass one more time when it happened.

Off to the side, Patrick let out a shout, and then Lucario heard a loud scuffling from the grass. He looked over, and saw the human backing up, wheeling his arms to keep balance, while a green blur flew through the air towards him. The shape hit him in the chest, and knocked him over, pinning him to the ground.

As the blur went still, Lucario saw what it was; a Grovyle. She was standing on top of his trainer's chest, and pinning him down. Patrick let out a groan, and then weakly said, "Lucario... Help."

The fighting type took a step forward to help, but stopped as the grass type shot him a venomous glare. She lifted her arm and struck Patrick hard over the head, knocking him out cold.

"No!" Lucario yelled, lunging forward. He ran forward, and held his hand out, charging up an aura sphere.

As he launched the attack through the air, the Grovyle jumped to the side, and he missed completely.

As he turned to face her again, she quickly moved until she was right in front of him. She slashed her arms in an x formation through the air directly in front of his chest, sending out a wave of force that knocked him off of his feet. He flew backwards, and was sent sprawling out over the ground, with the wind knocked out of him.

Coughing, he tried to pull himself up, only to feel a weight on his chest. The Grovyle was standing over him now.

"I win," she said.

Lucario let out another cough, and then managed to blurt out, "Wow... You're... Strong, for a Grovyle..."

She hissed, and pushed harder against his chest.

"Sorry! Sorry..." he said, feeling more wind run out of him. "I meant... no offense."

She lifted the weight off of him. "None taken," she said.

He couldn't believe what had happened. It had all gone by so fast that he was still processing it. How had he been beaten that badly by a Grovyle? A Pokémon not even in her final evolved form?

"If... You're that strong... why aren't you evolved?" he asked.

The Grovyle snorted in derision. "I like this form," she said. "I like how my body looks and feels like this. Now, no more questions. I'm hungry, and you're going to help me with that."

Lucario blinked in confusion. "Wha... What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean, you're my dinner," she said.

With that, she reached down, grabbed his head, and pulled up, opening her mouth wide.

Seeing her maw opening to impossible degrees, the Lucario's eyes widened in fright. Surely this couldn't be possible! Surely she wasn't going to eat him! Right?

But as she lowered her mouth towards him, and slid a paw under his head to lift it up, the threat became very apparent. He pushed up on her body, trying to get her off.

But she was strong, and much heavier than she looked. There was no way he was getting her off; not in time to save himself.

Still, he tried, but predictably, he made no progress at all by the time her jaws passed over his skin.

The inside of her mouth was hot and moist, and as her warm, slimy tongue began to lather over him, he started to squirm. He tried to slip out, but her lips were already sliding more over his body, and there was only so much space for him to back out.

His mouth began to fill with the Grovyle's saliva, and he started to gag. The air in her mouth and throat rushed in, and filled him with the rank stench, making him gag even more. It was terrible.

Soon, he felt the lips pass over his head, and seal around his throat. There was no way he was getting out now; unless the Grovyle let him go.

A thought passed into his head then. Surely the Grovyle couldn't actually do it. She'd have to let him go soon, right? She was deluded and crazy; she had to be. There was no other explanation.

But, she had already done the impossible; gotten his entire head in. As he looked up, he saw the throat yawning in front of him, already stretching in preparation to take him inside.

Suddenly, the muscles in the mouth around him rippled, and then he was shoved forward, into the wide-open maw of the Grovyle. Before he knew it, his head was shoved inside, and her lips were working their way over his shoulders.

He still couldn't believe it. She was actually doing it! Eating him! But how? Surely she couldn't get any further.

Inside of her throat, the air was even more stale than it had been in her mouth, and the walls of muscle crushed around him. The flesh pulled him downward, deeper and deeper into the dark gullet.

Her tongue slid over his body, and her lips slid further and further down his body, steadily encroaching over him. More and more of him entered the grass-types body, and slowly, his deepest fears and most desperate doubts were settled. She was eating him, and she was perfectly capable of going all the way.

As the flesh moved over his body, he started weakly struggling. He tried in vain to move his arms, but they were pinned down too well by the Grovyle's mouth. He tried to kick out, but her weight had shifted lower, and kept his legs pinned down.

It was hopeless.

As he continued his descent, Lucario felt his stomach starting to pass through her mouth. He closed his eyes, and tried to block out his surroundings, hoping that if he couldn't escape, he could at least retreat inside himself.

It didn't quite work. But, now that he was still, he realized something else.

The walls around him actually felt kinda... nice.

He realized then that if he hadn't been in mortal danger, he would have enjoyed this. It felt like a massage around his entire body, and even though it was slimy and smelly, if he ignored that, the warmth was nice... And so, even though he knew he was in mortal danger, he let himself be dragged downward, and started to enjoy it...

No! he thought. What am I doing?

_ _

He couldn't just let himself be eaten! He had to do something about it!

For the rest of his trip downward, his mindset oscillated between wanting to fight and wanting to just enjoy it.

Eventually, he felt his head come up to a tight ring of muscle, which started to loosen and open as he began to pass through. Beyond was a more open space, which stank of rotting meat. He knew what this was; the stomach.

As his head entered her gut, his waist and legs were starting to pass into the Grovyle's maw. As her tongue ran around his waist, he started to feel himself growing somewhat... aroused. Her tongue against his manhood was stimulating him very well, and soon, to a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, he found himself growing hard.

The Grovyle could tell, too. He knew it when she suddenly stopped, hesitated a moment, and then gave him a few quick licks. Whether she was teasing him or just giving him some last pleasure before she fully devoured him, he couldn't tell; but it made him buck his hips as much as he could, and twist uncomfortably in her gullet.

Then, she swallowed again, and his waist was going down her throat.

As she reached his legs, she began to swallow much more quickly. The appendages were much more slender than the rest of them, and proved very easy to slurp up. Soon, she was at his knees, and then his feet, and then he was gone.

As she took her final gulp, Lucario could feel the last of the fresh air leaving him. Then, he was doomed, sliding the rest of the way down into the pit of her gullet.

As he started to curl up inside of the belly, the walls began to stretch around him to accommodate the Grovyle's Lucario meal. The stomach walls were smooth and slippery, and as the Lucario moved around to try and get comfortable, and get a purchase on them, he found himself constantly slipping back down. As his waist slid inside, and his legs too, he found the chamber swelling out to impossibly large dimensions, and soon, as his feet entered, it was big enough to contain all of him.

Now that all of him was inside, he had a little bit more luck moving. He was able to maneuver himself so that his head wasn't beneath the rest of his body, and was slightly more comfortable in the belly as a result. Once he did that, he settled, and tried to think of what do to next.

* * *

Outside the belly, the Grovyle let out a thick, waterby belch, and then gave her swollen belly a pat. Inside, the Lucario was shifting around, probably trying to get comfortable. It felt wonderful.

He had proved to be an excellent meal, just as she expected. She had never eaten Lucario before, but she would probably have to again. He was one of the biggest meals she'd eaten, too. As her belly got to work, already starting to trickle with juices, she licked her lips, tasting the last of the flavor.

She then focused her attention on the Lucario's trainer. He had looked quite delicious as well, and in fact, she had been originally planning to eat him, before she had spotted the Lucario. He would have to wait for later.

As she bent over to grab his legs, she felt the squirming start. A grin came over her green face, as the Lucario's desperate struggles only felt like an internal massage to her.

She picked up the trainer's legs, and dragged him into the grass, heading back home. There, she would tie him up, and save him for later, when the Lucario was done digesting.

* * *

For a while, Lucario tried to struggle- though very quickly, he realized it was pointless. The belly walls around him were like sponges; they absorbed nearly every blow they took, and seemed to take no damage whatsoever.

Still, he tried to get out. Very quickly, he noticed that the belly seemed to be getting wetter. There was a small puddle at the bottom of the chamber that was gradually getting bigger, as juices trickled in from the top. Before long, he felt himself getting a little itchy, and realized that it was digestive fluids.

Refusing to simply let himself be digested, Lucario continued his struggles for a good ten minutes or so before finally giving up.

He stopped struggling, and tried his best to relax. He was going to die; he knew it now. He was afraid, yes, but there was nothing he could do.

As he tried his best to recline in the Grovyle's belly, he noticed that his member was still somewhat hard from before.

With this realization, he began to wonder if this was really such a bad way to go. It was pretty comfortable in here... and though the bottom of his body itched a bit in the juices, the way things were going, he'd probably pass out from air loss before it started hurting.

For some reason, he found himself trying to imagine what the Grovyle looked like with him inside of her belly. He could feel her moving around him, and wondered what she looked like, walking with such a huge belly. He pictured her waddling along, her engorged midsection hanging out before her.

At the image, he could feel his member twitching once again, and starting to grow harder still. Before he realized it, his hand was moving towards it, and grasping it, lightly stroking along its length.

That belly... He was inside of it...

The thought made him even harder. He started picking up a pace, stroking more and more as pleasure starting to spread through his body. All around him, he could feel the air growing thinner, and as he masturbated harder, he started to breathe deeply and erratically. Soon, he knew he'd pass out, but he didn't care anymore. At least his last feelings would be pleasure.

Soon, he felt the pleasure reach a peak, and with a spasm of his cock, he orgasmed, spraying his seed all over the stomach walls. Pleasure rocked his body, as he thrusted into the air. Then, it was over, and he slumped back, exhausted.

As he lay in the afterglow, he felt his body grow heavy, and saw his vision go blurry. He wouldn't be conscious much longer. Soon, he closed his eyes, and never woke up again.

* * *

Outside the Grovyle had just reached her den. She had tied up the human, and had gone back to rest.

She noticed, as she put her hand on her belly, that the Lucario had stopped moving. He had probably passed out from lack of air already. Soon, he would start digesting, and be broken down to provide nutrients for her body.

He had been a great meal. And he would continue to be great, as her body broke him down. Already, she could feel him softening. Her belly let out a gurgle, and she smiled.

The Grovyle gave her gut a few more pats, and then leaned her head against the wall. She was getting tired, and it was time to sleep off her meal. When she awoke, her belly, would be much smaller, and the contents would be thoroughly turned into mush. Then, when she was all done digesting, she had another meal in store.