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Pokémon vs. Kids: Salandit

Type: Poison/Fire

Height: 2'0"

Weight: 10.6 lbs

PokéDex entry: "Salandit emits toxic gas, together with flames, from the base of its tail. This poisonous gas has a sweet smell, and anyone who unknowingly breathes it in will become dizzy. Salandit is not a very powerful Pokémon, but its cunning nature allows it to battle fiercely by throwing its opponents off balance. Salandit females not only release toxic gases, they can also emit pheromones that attract males of all species, including Pokémon and humans. Inhaling these pheromones may cause opponents to be controlled by Salandit's will."

The Salandit eyed the house where her next prey was residing, ready to make her move. She had been keeping tabs on several different houses all at once, but decided that in this area, this was the best house for what she wanted.

Two humans inhabited it; an older male and a young girl. She wanted both of them for different reasons. From her time watching the adult human, she could tell that he seemed a bit lonely. Perhaps he had recently gone through lost, perhaps he had just been alone for a long time. Either way, for her, lonely meant susceptible.

The Salandit was an expert at this sort of thing, as she had been doing it a long time; traveling from town to town and striking at those who were most vulnerable to her methods. Already, people let their guard down around her, not expecting her to be capable of what she was. To be fair, not many Salandits possessed her expertise; she had only met one other who could do the things that she could do.

Her stomach growled, and she was brought back into the present. Moving forward, the amphibious creature scuttled across the street, into the man's front yard.

He was inside; she could see him through the window. A tall, skinny man, with dark fur covering his face, and tan skin beneath it. He seemed to be sitting down, eyes fixated on something across the room from him. Perhaps one of those strange, flashing boxes that humans so loved.

As she reached the front door, she started to release her pheromones. These were the key to her plan; without them, she wouldn't have nearly as much success as she did. But with them... She could do almost anything.

When she felt the pheromones had had enough time to spread through the air, she moved to a good position, and then lifted her tail and thwacked it against the door as hard as she could, repeating this a few times.

Then, she waited.

Sure enough, she began to hear thumping through the door; the faint, thudding sounds of human footsteps muffled by the wood. They grew louder and louder, as they came closer and closer, and then, the door opened.

The man's head peaked outside, and he looked around, expecting to see another person, and confused when he didn't.

He began to look around, but Salandit didn't wait for him to notice her. She scurried forward, slipping through the door, which was just wide enough for her slender but long form to fit through. She slipped against his leg, and he looked down just as her tail whisked through the door.

"What the...?"

He jumped back, and the door swung shut behind him. Staring at her, he backed up, clearly unsure of what to do, or of what she would do.

For now, however, what she actually was going to do was nothing. By now, he had already gotten a good sniff of her pheromones. Since she was still excreting them, he would be under her spell in no time.

Soon enough, she saw that his gaze was becoming increasingly less wary, and increasingly more dazed. Then, he started to look at her with something that she could only describe as desire. If he was still even somewhat lucid, his willpower had been shoved to the back of his brain. Her pheromones were more powerful than most Salandits'; there was no way for him to fight back against her now. He was hers.

She gestured towards the stairs leading up to the top of their two story house, and then forced her will upon his own. Then, she started to scuttle up them, climbing them slowly and awkwardly, but with experience that allowed her to climb them very steadily.

Behind her, the man followed, not making any sound.

Good, she thought, licking her lips in anticipation. Her belly let out another hungry growl, and her mouth salivated at the thought of what was to come. She hadn't eaten in a few days, and a gaping black pit filled her insides, yawning for something substantial to fill it. With the help of her new slave, she would get one.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Salandit turned to look at the man, her pale bluish eyes standing out in stark contrast from her dark grey face, and baring deep into his mind. As she looked, she knew immediately that he understood. She stepped to the side, her grey and red body rippling as she moved, making way for her puppet to pave the way.

He moved down the dimly lit hallway, towards a door at the end of it, decorated with strange, crudely drawn images, and opened it. Inside was a completely black room. He stopped, and then turned to her, beckoning her forward.

Scurrying over to him, Salandit peeked her head in, and saw what humans called a bed. In it, there was a lump of something that she could only guess was the little girl she had seen.

She scurried forth again, stopping at the foot of the bed, before stopping to look back at the human expectantly. The man stepped forward, bent over and picked her up, before placing her on top of the sheets, right beneath the girl.

Though the human most likely couldn't see, Salandit had much better vision in the night, and could see the girl's face very well. She was young; no older than four, and it showed in her plump cheeks still round with baby fat. Oh, baby fat, so sweet and tender...

She slept soundly, not even waking to the intruders in her room. Salandit decided it was time to change that. She looked at the man, and made eye contact with again, pushing her will upon him. Then, he stepped forward, and reached over to place his hands on the girl.

Slowly, he shook the child awake. She let out a moan, and squirmed in her sleep, unwilling to be roused from her slumber. "Daddy... Stop..."

But her daddy was consistent, and kept trying. Soon, she had no choice but to open her eyes.

"Wha...?" she asked, still inebriated with waking exhaustion.

Her father didn't say a word.

"Daddy?" she asked. "What are you doing in here?" her gaze drifted over to Salandit, and she nearly jumped.

"Hey! A Pokémon!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike innocence. "Is it for me?"

Without waiting for an answer, she lunged forward, trying to pet the Salandit she was so excited over... But her father caught her, and held her back.

Confused, she looked up at the man, opening her mouth to speak, but not able to find the words. The man didn't look her back; instead, he looked directly at Salandit.

It was a few moments before she returned his gaze. During this time, she had eyes only for the little girl. She was a small thing, adorable even, her body soft and plump with youth, perfect, tender meat that would taste excellent on her tongue, and feel wonderful in her gut.

She licked her lips, saliva dripping onto the bedsheets, her mouth salivating in anticipation of this delectable course in front of her.

The little girl tilted her head to the side, confused by the Salandit's action. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she did, Salandit looked into her father's eyes. It took a bit more of a fight to assert her will on him this time- what she wanted him to do went against his nature- but he had been breathing in her pheromones for too long, and was ultimately helpless against them.

He cut off whatever his daughter was about to say, as he roughly grabbed her and lifted her into the air. She let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "What are you dowing?"

The man didn't reply; he simply held her in the air, and waited for Salandit to begin. The amphibian moved forward, until her head was under the child's dangling legs. Then, she tilted her head up, opened her mouth, and licked her lips. Her saliva began to pool in the crevices of her maw, and she lifted her head up, and moved her jaws over the little girl's feet.

As she felt her feet disappearing into the moist, slimy expanse, the little girl stared down the black maw she would be traveling to, and started to move uncomfortably. "Daddy?" she asked, her voice starting to tremble with fear.

Her father responded by slowly lowering her body, guiding her exposed feet further into the Salandit's maw. Finally, when she hit the back of her throat, Salandit snapped her jaws shut.

This earned a squeak of fright from the little girl. "Daddy!" she exclaimed. "Stop! What are you doing?" She started to squirm in his grip, but his hand was steadfast, and wouldn't be moving anywhere. She was helpless against her own father.

Salandit, on the other hand, was in heaven. She ran her long tongue up and down the girl's feet and legs, letting the sweet, tender flavor soak into her taste buds. Then, when she had had her fill of the girl's delicious flavor, she took her first swallow.

The muscles in her throat pulsated, and the child was dragged lower into the Pokemon's body. She let out a cry of fear, and started to squirm even harder. Tears began to form in her eye. "Daddy!" she cried. "Please, let me go! It's eating me!"

If her daddy was still there, he had no more power over his body. He could only follow Salandit's will, and her will was to have this little girl in her belly. There would be no help coming to her from her father; not this time.

Salandit continued her meal, slowly but surely making her way up to her hips. Her tongue licked over her flesh, not able to get enough of the wonderful flavor, and her throat muscles, stronger than anything on the girl's body, held her in place, even as she squirmed and cried for release. Every time she swallowed, the peristalsis in her throat brought the girl deeper, and already she was making a large bulge in the normally-slender Pokémon's body.

Soon, she had swallowed up to the girl's waist, and continued even further, moving onto her soft, plump belly. The child struggled even harder, pushing against her father's hands, kicking against the Salandit's throat, but it didn't do any good. Even her tears and her cries weren't enough to shake her father out of his trance, or inspire pity within the hungry, gluttonous Salandit.

After a couple more swallows, Salandit began to feel the child's feet pushing into her belly, which widened in welcome, accepting the meat gratefully. Already, acids were beginning to pool within, getting ready to break the toddler down into nutrients. As more of her was pushed inside, her stomach began to bulge out, pressing against the sheets beneath her.

And still, she wanted more.

Her lips had passed over the child's stomach now, and was taking in her chest. Her father's hands had moved up to her arms, letting her dangle beneath them. She tried to move them, but he was too strong. She cried, and screamed, and pleaded, but nothing worked.

A few more gulps. Then, the girl's head was in her mouth. Her neck was lodged in her throat, and only her face was still exposed to the outside air. This would be the last sight she'd ever see.

"Daddy..." she said, sniffling through terrified tears. "Please! I'm not food!"

Her father did nothing to help her.

With one more gulp, Salandit dragged her head into her throat, and sealed it off forever.

Only her arms were left, and with a few effortless slurps on the hungry predator's part, those were gone too. The child's finger disappeared down her throat, and she was sealed into her tight, hot belly forever.

Licking her lips, Salandit let out a murmur of satisfaction, and looked down her body at her newly gained girth. Her belly swelled out from the tiny human tucked away inside; so much so, that she could no longer stand on her own feet. Her belly was the only thing propping her up.

Already, her gut was gurgling and churning, working away at the child within. She punched and kicked and squirmed, and she could even hear her screams and cries and please, though muffled through her porous skin.

She closed her eyes in contentment, licking her lips to taste the last bit of the girl's flavor that still remained on her tongue. She had been a good meal, and she could tell she would continue to feel great as she digested within her. She loved this part the most; with her prey trapped in her belly, fighting to get out, but not having any hope of doing so. Slowly, she'd be broken and melted down by her belly and acids, until there was nothing left of her but a layer of fat on her gut.

Then, she remembered the man.

Opening her eyes, she looked at him, and saw him staring back at her. She noticed a tent in his trousers; seems her pheromones had been working well.

Beckoning for him to come closer, she moved her tail around, and eventually met him halfway with it. She slipped it beneath his pants, and quickly found his erect shaft.

It was time for him to receive his reward.

* * *

After she pleasured the man, she quickly placed him even further under the control of her willpower, so that he couldn't break free. Then, for the next few days, she used him as her slave, making him move her to more comfortable positions, rub her belly, and generally care for her during digestion.

During this time, her belly worked to digest his young daughter. For the first few hours, she remained alive, kicking, fighting and struggling. Then, finally, she succumbed to the horrific belly around her.

After the little girl died within her, Salandit's gut went on to phase two. It began to churn around her, breaking down her body, crushing her bones, melting away her flesh into a thick nutricious mush. This was the long part, and she was there in the bed for a few days as her belly softened, and then shrunk into a hard sphere of fat that clung to her.

Once that time had passed, and the child was nothing but pudge along her body, the Salandit decided it was time to leave.

With one last order, she told the man to follow her. She jumped off the bed, scuttled through the house, and carefully descended the stairs. When she reached the front door, she had the man open it, and then left him there, never looking back.

Who knew what would happen to the man? He would most likely come to in a half hour or so, and he'd proabably remember what happened, but by then Salandit would be long gone. It wouldn't be a problem for her anymore, and all she'd ever think about again was how delicious his little girl had been, and how wonderful a meal she'd made.