FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This story was written by myself and my pet :iconAtlas86: and was a trade with my favourite vore artist :iconSprout:, whose incredibly delicious artwork is always worth checking out.

Warning: this story contains oral vore of a human by a Typhlosion.

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Damien let out a deep sigh of relief as the campfire slowly flickered to life, tossing the match pinched between his fingers into the gradually growing flame. The junior Pokemon researcher observed the dry leaves and twigs as they helped the smaller sticks he'd placed on top of them to catch fire. After a reasonable amount of effort, he soon had himself a nice, warm flame to relax beside after a long day of hiking through the cold, damp undergrowth of Ilex Forest.

As the somewhat bitter chill of the evening forest air gave way to the reassuring warmth of the campfire, he eased back onto the grass and pressed his back up against the fallen tree trunk. Having made camp in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, the mighty tree made for a good windbreak that helped keep the worst of the cold breeze away.

The long hike had left him rather peckish; as the flames rose in spirals before him he found himself reaching for his nearby backpack and rummaging around for something to eat. His fingers closed around the packet of large marshmallows he'd packed, a small treat to indulge in while camping that he quickly pulled out and tore open. Brushing one of the dry, nearby sticks clean on his pants, Damien impaled a marshmallow on the tip and held it out to gently roast it over the open flame.

As he sat by the log and casually popped sticky, roasted marshmallows into his mouth, he thought about the trip so far. It had been a long walk out from Azalea town, and he still had a little ways to go before reaching his destination, hoping to reach a small waterfall where reports of a Piplup had been sighted. As Piplup were not native to the region, it was an interesting sighting that warranted further investigation and research.

Despite not having any Pokemon of his own, the forest was not known for having dangerous Pokemon. In fact, it was a popular destination for first-time trainers to come test their early battling skills with the local Caterpie, Oddish and Hoothoot. With a simple can of Repel at his side, he hadn't felt much need for a dedicated Pokemon of his own to defend himself. As the evening went on, he opened up his research notes to have a flick through, reviewing what he knew about Piplup given that he'd never seen one outside of his textbooks.

A loud snap echoed through the forest, snapping him out of his reading as the noise startled him briefly. A few Pidgey in trees nearby took flight, similarly surprised by the noise. Damien took a brief glance around, but didn't see anything in the dim campfire light that filtered out gently between the trees. Shaking his head, he picked up his book and flicked back towards the page he'd been reviewing when a deep, bassy rumble rolled across his ears from deep within the dense foliage nearby.

“Who's there?" Damien asked, jumping to his feet and scanning the thick underbrush beyond his campsite. In the flickering light of his fire, the long shadows cast by the nearby trees faded into inky blackness behind them, leaving the view heavily shaded and impossible to discern. He knew there shouldn't be anything larger than a Noctowl in these woods, but the trees were eerily quiet. As he strained his eyes and ears, all he could hear was the wind in the branches.

Another deep, rolling growl rumbled through the bushes, a completely foriegn sound to his ears. Damien crept closer to the bushes, closer to the noise, listening carefully, but nothing happened. The undergrowth was still, the bushes undisturbed, and the tree trunks sturdy and stoic.

At least, until one of them stood up.

In the back row of visible trees, no more than a thick, formless silhouette, the lines of light shifted as something enormous moved forward. That distinct growl came again, and a huff of smoky breath that glimmered with moisture as it came into reach of the fire's illuminating glow. Damien's eyes lifted, his legs and heart frozen in place as an absolute behemoth of a Pokemon lumbered into his camp. He wasn't a tall man by any means, but he'd never felt quite as small as when this titan of thick, cream-coloured fur emerged from the bushes.

It was a Typhlosion, that much he recognised from his textbooks. The beast was a large, powerful, final evolution of a fire-type that could quite easily burn Ilex forest to the ground if it so desired, and this one was shockingly larger than normal.

Standing at nearly twice his height, the Pokemon looked curiously about the campsite it had stumbled upon for a moment, its eyes falling first on his campfire and then his open pack before turning to observe the startled gaze of the human before him. Another deep rumble rolled out from the beast, and with its body now exposed Damien could tell that it wasn't coming from its throat, but rather its thick, pudgy stomach. A natural rumble that gained a frightening, gurgling quality up close to such an immense animal.

“Food…" The Typhlosion growled, its rough, deep voice even more intimidating than its appetite. The fact that it could speak at all had the researcher caught off-guard; many Pokemon could pick up human language, but this was usually reserved to the cleverer, domesticated ones.

Damien wasn't sure how to react. For the first time he felt incredibly exposed without a strong Pokemon of his own by his side, left gazing at the mountainous fire-badger before him without many options. Yet, the beast had spoke, and the researcher in him was immediately curious as to whether he could converse properly with his uninvited guest.

"Uh... hello?" he greeted, moving back a little to make himself as non-threatening as possible. Those deep crimson eyes bore into his own as his words captured the attention of the hulking Typhlosion, lingering for a few brief moments.

"Hello," the Typhlosion replied simply, in a deep, gruff voice before gesturing to the researcher's bag. "Food? Hungry." Damien hesitated, before looking at his bag reluctantly. He had packed enough food for himself, but it was hardly enough to satisfy such a massive example of a Pokemon. Still, he didn't feel like he was in a good position to refuse the basic demand being made of him.

"Y... yes," he stammered, shuffling over to the bag. He reached in, taking out a small amount of cured meat and sandwiches from within. Undoing the plastic wrap that covered them, he held out his hands and offered them to the hungry fire-type.

"This is all I've got, unless you want some marshmallows too," he explained, unsure how much of his speech the Typhlosion would understand. The Typhlosion cocked his head, looking curiously down at the prepared foods presented to him. His nostrils flared as he sniffed at the meats, unsure of their contents but not looking entirely inedible.

Without a word, the looming badger opened his jaws, giving Damien a brief glance directly into his gaping maw. Orange firelight danced off the glistening insides, highlighting ridges and folds of soft, pink flesh slicked with saliva. The folds of his throat stood out above an inky black abyss where no light fell, expanding in anticipation of a hearty mouthful to devour. His tongue was thick and muscular, dexterously lifting to provide a soft bed for the morsels amidst a small number of sharp fangs. None of his teeth were made for chewing; simple weapons to subdue his prey, where his strong jaws and throat muscles would do the rest of the work.

Damien's breath caught in his throat anxiously as the wild Pokemon's scent wafted over him, thick and steamy in the cool night air. It wasn't just because he was a fire-type; the young man could feel the moisture in the badger's breath, inhaling the uncompromisingly rank stench of a beast's meaty diet. He was a predator, and Damien didn't dare blink while he stood over him, eyeing his trembling hands like a Persian over a Rattata. He was helpless as those jaws came down upon him, his hands slurped into the beast's maw halfway down to his elbows.

He winced and trembled as intense heat and sloppy wetness engulfed his arms, the Typhlosion's slimy tongue wrapping around his wrists and showing off its indomitable strength. It tasted everything on offer; not just the food it was given, but the human's palms and in between his fingers. Unceremoniously, the meat and sandwiches were pried from his grip, disappearing deeper into the Pokemon's gullet while his wrists remained trapped behind closed lips. He could feel it all, how the morsels were lumped together on the back of the Typhlosion's tongue, followed by a hearty, audible gulp that reverberated through his body. It was a powerful demonstration; unforgettable and intimate in a way he had never expected it to be.

Then, as swift as it had started, it was done. The heavy badger slurped back off of Damien's hands, leaving drool soaked and stringing between his fingers and the beast's lips. He rose up to his full, imposing height once more, licked his lips, and then looked Damien dead in the eye.

“More," he said firmly. Not a question or a request, but an order. The young man stared, stunned, as the Pokemon took the search back into his own paws, sniffing the air before turning and readily locating the discarded bag of marshmallows next to his log seat. Picking up the plastic bag, the Typhlosion looked at it in confusion for a few moments, before Damiem thought it best to interject.

"H... hey~" he called out, finding those deep red eyes fixed upon him once more. He paled, but tried to keep his cool.

"Do you want me to show you how to eat those?" he asked, and the larger male hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. Cautiously, Damien reached for the marshmallow bag, his fingers still covered in the badger's saliva as he took his own snack back off his rather demanding visitor. The shock of his camp being interrupted by the fire-type was wearing off, but he was still very much aware of how dangerous such a huge Pokemon could be to him without any of his own to back him up.

"You take one, and..." he explained, picking one out and placing the bag aside, before picking up his previously-discarded stick and impaling the sugary treat on the tip.

"Then..." He continued, holding it out over the fire for a few moments until it turned a golden brown, pulling back and offering it to the hungry beast, "you cook it, just like that, and eat it." He watched as the Typhlosion reached out and plucked the tiny snack from the stick, popping it in his mouth and giving it a taste. Damien watched with bated breath as he swallowed, and let out a small grunt.

"Tasty," the big badger commented gruffly, "small." Damien quickly took out more, impaling a good ten of them on the stick before handing it out to the Pokemon.

"You want to try?" he asked, and the Typhlosion considered his offer for a few moments before taking the marshmallow-loaded stick and bringing it up to his maw instead. A single puff of flame escaped that huge mouth, but instead of cooking the marshmallows gently, they were instead incinerated instantly by the sheer intensity of the fire-type's flame breath, along with most of the stick reduced to ash in his paw. A growl of disappointment escaped his throat as his food disappeared without satisfying his hunger.

Damien couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the fire-type behemoth struggle with the simple task. Not one for subtlety, he could imagine the heavy badger eating most of his meals burned to a crisp. Either that, or swallowed whole, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Maybe I should do it," Damien remarked, half-teasing the dangerous beast as he stepped to the outside of the clearing to retrieve another stick. A long, straight branch would do, and he couldn't help but feel the hot gaze of the badger on his back as he searched. He heard what he swore was a rumble or a purr from the beast as it watched him, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

When he returned, a new tree branch in hand, the Typhlosion continued to stare intently as he loaded two marshmallows onto the end of it. Sitting down on his log bench, in front of the fire, Damien dipped the marshmallows down towards the flickering blaze and for a moment lost himself in its light. He didn't really know what the Typhlosion was going to do at any given moment, but for now it seemed mostly harmless and confused. Perhaps he could lead it back to Pokemon Center and help it find its trainer, or at the very least an adoption center where it would be taken care of. Such a huge fire-type all alone out in the woods would only lead to someone getting hurt.

A growl suddenly pulled him out of his stupor, and Damien looked out to see the marshmallows he had starting to slip from golden to a deep brown. Pulling them back, he smiled at his handwork, and offered them up to the badger looming above him. Much closer than he'd originally noticed, standing in the soft shadow of his very soft stomach. A smirk creasing its wet muzzle, as it took the stick from Damien's hand with one paw, and placed the other on the back of his head.

Before he could protest, a firm weight directed him to his knees in the dirt, where it was the young man's turn to heat up the forest. His cheeks turned rosy with embarrassment as the very large and overly masculine badger shamelessly presented himself to him, giving him an entirely unfiltered view of the fire-type's crotch. As the Pokemon guided the toasted marshmallows to his open mouth, Damien was pulled rather purposefully right into his thickly-furred sheath.

The sounds of swallowing above couldn't distract the flustered researcher from realising he had his cheek pressed up against a feral Pokemon's groin, introducing him to a world of sensations he has only ever vaguely perused in textbooks. The first was the smell: a rich, smoky, sweaty musk that billowed out from the crevices of the fiery male's bulky ballsack and furry pits to diffuse into his lungs. It was shockingly potent, and he couldn't help but breathe it in with that unyielding paw still keeping his head firmly in place.

The second was that intense heat, the badger's body radiating warmth in a way that the campfire couldn't hope to match, leaving sweat to bead upon the man's brow. He wasn't sure that struggling was the best idea; his initial disgust at being forced into the Typhlosion's groin competing with the desire to not anger the unpredictable male.

The third was the feeling of that furred sheath against his right cheek, soft and spongy to the touch but he could feel what lay deeper within. His cheeks only reddened as he felt the Pokemon getting harder, grinding the more solid mass of his bestial endowmemt against his face as growing arousal enabled the fire-type stud to pack out that supple pouch with his swelling breeding organ.

Damien had no idea how to respond in this situation, left to watch as the small black slit at the tip of that sizable sheath parted to reveal the glossy head of the Typhlosion's penis. Inch after inch followed as the larger male tossed the marshmallow stick aside and looked down at the human between his legs, gently grinding against his smooth face until his erection was fully formed and jutted out and up against his belly.

It left the young man wide-eyed as thirteen inches of towering beastcock hung over his head, flopped against that soft gut until its own weight as the Typhlosion reclined more against the log. The sheer size of it was imposing, but more so was the complete lack of understanding as to his guest's intentions; no amount of researcher training had prepared him for a situation such as this.

As the paw slowly left his head, Damien looked up at the fire-type hesitantly, seeing those deep red eyes gazing back and a single digit gesturing down to the beast's erect cock.

"Suck," the Typhlosion rumbled demandingly, "food... not enough. Pleasure."

Damien didn't know what to think. He'd done everything the badger wanted, and yet here he was. He was only glad he was alone at this moment; out in the forest with no one around to witness him being accosted by the now-horny beast. A Pokemon with all the strength and intelligence to get what he wanted, but none of the training to know how to go about getting it, or what was appropriate behaviour. Perhaps the Typhlosion really was wild, or else it had escaped after some very inadequate training.

"Th-That's…I'm not…" he tried to retort, pushing himself up and away from the Pokemon's open groin. He was barely able to put a foot between himself and the beast before that paw came right back, dragging him right back up against the underside of his visibly steaming cock. A soft grunt was muffled against the firm flesh as he was pulled upwards, his lips left to drag along the smooth surface and introducing the briefest taste of those rich natural lubricants to his mouth. This time, the needy Pokemon didn't wait for him to obey and instead pulled him all the way up until his lips crowned the tip of the badger's thick shaft. A bit of downward force from that paw was all it took, and Damien's eyes went wide as his attempts to keep the fire-type's penis out failed.

His mouth was opened wide around the girth of that tapered glans, and he could already feel how needy and sensitive the Typhlosion was as his maleness throbbed against his tongue. Damien groaned as the deep, somewhat salty flavour of bestial cockflesh and pre-cum marinated into his taste buds, imprinting on his palate in a way he doubted he would soon forget. Once again he tried to push back again, to spit him out, but there was no give in the Pokemon's indomitable grip. There was no more force, either, as the Typhlosion seemed content to let his dick stew in his campside companion's mouth and wait for the young man to take over and service him willingly.

"Suck," the beast repeated, and made sure Damien was watching as he licked his lips slowly. "Hungry. Stomach... empty. Suck... or... food."

Damied paled slightly; the bulky badger might not have been the most eloquent speaker, but the threat was clear. Give him head, or he might end up on the wrong side of that plump gut. It wasn't a possibility the young researcher had considered up until that point, but now that it had been so bluntly communicated he didn't doubt that, with a little effort, he'd fit down that same expansive throat that had earlier deprived him of his packed dinner.

With the influx of fear that followed, he found himself wrapping one hand around the thick base of the feral Typhlosion's glossy prick, realising quickly that he couldn't even get his fingers to close around it. The entire shaft pulsed in his grip, conveying the intensity of his arousal as a clear bead of syrupy precum overflowed from that yawning urethra and oozed across his tongue.

The fire-type was hung, and it made it difficult for Damien to get a handle on pleasuring the demanding Pokemon, especially given his complete lack of experience. He'd never had a girlfriend, and certainly not a boyfriend, yet here he was on his knees with his mouth firmly stuffed full of feral Typhlosion cock. He gripped that shaft firmly, half for support, and half to ensure he didn't thrust it into his throat and break his jaw on that imposingly large erection.

It was that solid grasp of that hard length that seemed to placate the larger male, and Damien found himself experimentally bobbing his head up and down on the first couple of inches of that meaty breeding organ. He knew enough to make a best attempt at bringing the intimidating beast pleasure, using some pressure with his lips and avoiding any scraping of his teeth on that sensitive flesh while working it in and out of his mouth. His tongue caressed under the head each time he went down, and flicked over that salty slit when he pulled back, coating his taste buds in the viscous fluids gradually leaking him his tip.

"Mmm~ good…" The Pokemon rumbled, making Damien blush as he acknowledged his effort. The pre-cum dribbling down his throat seemed acknowledgment enough, but when it was spoken out loud it made him truly think about what he was doing. Sex with Pokemon wasn't illegal, and between bonded partners, together through so many challenges and trials, it could actually be quite a beautiful relationship. Damien had no such relationship, making him feel like a slut for letting the badger intimidate him into doing such a thing.

"Deeper…" The next command out of the Typhlosion's maw made his eyes widen. There was so much more to go, but only so much that he could take. He couldn't even imagine himself kissing the rolled-back sheath waiting for him at the very bottom. Glancing up at the beast, he gave him a pitiful look before starting to stroke with the hand on his base, giving the beast something else to focus on while he struggled with his tip. His jaw was already sore, stretched wide around his girth and left to slowly get worse without him realising. He wanted to pull off, but knew certainly that Typhlosion didn't.

Shutting his eyes tight, Damien did everything he could to try and loosen the back of his throat. He knew no techniques or methods to relax, and the suddenness of the situation had him tightened up in more ways than one. It was no surprise that when he made his first attempt, he gagged hard on the fire-type's cock. His throat rejected the idea of such a large object sliding down it, and so with an abysmal, stomach-churning failure, he had to pull back. He popped all the way off, keeping his grip on the Pokemon's cock as he tried to catch his breath. The Typhlosion wasted no time in grinding into him again, now smearing the mixture of pre-cum and saliva on his tip onto Damien's cheeks. He chuckled, seemingly enjoying his failure just as much as he would have if he'd succeeded. Taunting and humiliating was just as fun for the big badger.

"Mouth... no good," Typhlosion rumbled, covering half of Damien's face with his shaft to make his smirk down at him look even more dominant. "Human… better prey?"

With no active pleasure to distract him, the badger was once again focused on his hunger, and with the young man well within his clutches and caught in the shadow of his gut, he knew it was only a matter of time before his gut was finally satisfied. For Damien, that meant listening to the sloppiest gurgle he had ever heard rumbling from deep within that paunch. Enzymes churning in an empty, clenching belly that wanted nothing more than to pack him inside it. He was starting to look like the Pokemon's next choice of campfire treat, and if he didn't display the same fervour for the Typhlosion's visibly steaming shaft, he was going to end up gagging inside his stomach instead.

He grabbed that bestial girth with both hands, giving the thick base and middle a firm squeeze as he started to wank that hefty shaft, fuelled by the active concern that this unreasonable animal would actually consider eating a live human. Precum slicked his motions as he masturbated the horny male, working both hands all the way up and down that steamy length. He watched as the Typhlosion relaxed a little more against the fallen tree now that the human between his legs was putting in a little more effort.

It gave the researcher a little time to briefly indulge his curiosity from a scientific perspective, his mind racing as he stroked up and down that leaky spire. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the fire-type was indeed a wild Pokemon that had picked up some basic words, somewhere. The fact he could gruffly communicate was fascinating, and if it wasn't for his current predicament he would have been eager to explore how the beast had picked up language.

However, his attention couldn't be distracted for long from the Typhlosion's undeniably massive cock, the rich stench of male musk filling the air as he tried his best to get the stud to his climax. He could feel those crimson eyes gazing down at him expectantly, and he could feel that shaft throb in his grip and belch a hot glob of precum from that sizable tip. Rather than let it make a mess of his penis, Damien moved back in to lick that viscous fluid right off the head before wrapping his lips around it to get back to sucking the demanding beast off.

“Mmf! Mmm…" Damien groaned, unable to form proper words with so much dick in his mouth. He could only express how thick the flavour was, how hot and heady the shaft in his hands was, much to the dirty Pokemon's delight. Whether it was through a slowly developing skill or through sheer persistence, he could feel the effect he was having on the badger. The way his pulse pounded beneath his fingers, how his balls seemed to rock and churn with the upcoming delight of a hearty release. As sore as his jaw got, the young man knew that he couldn't pull off now. The Typhlosion was going to cum in his mouth, it was only a matter of if he was a willing participant or not.

Those strong paws could just as easily hold his head while the badger rutted his face like a cheap toy, but as long as he did as he was told, the powerful Pokemon kept his paws to himself and didn't try to ruin his throat. Instead, he was content to be pleasured by a stranger, and a human at that, until he was satisfied.

“Better," The Typhlosion growled, huffing and panting hotly while he leaned heavily against the log. His fat gut wanted more, but for the moment he was happy letting his dick get what it wanted. Pre-cum leaked without end onto Damien's tongue, filling his palate with the potent, musky flavour and making his cheeks flush with embarrassment. It was getting hotter between the Pokemon's thighs; his muscles tensed and twitching with built-up desire. He was no expert, but it felt like he could go off at any moment.

“Rrf…Swallow…" he heard Typhlosion order, and his eyes went wide when he realised that was the signal. From that moment on, everything was a blur as his cheeks were suddenly bulged with hot, gooey spunk. Bestial, fire-type Pokemon cum flooded him and he was immediately stunned by it. Its heat and viscosity pumped through him in heavy spurts, using the back of his throat like a cervix to deposit thick ropes of genetic slop down into his belly.

It was too much; he tried to obey the instructions given, but in the end he just couldn't swallow as fast as the Typhlosion could ejaculate. With a cough and a sputter, some of the spunk that had ended up halfway down his throat came spilling back up. It poured out over his chin as he failed to swallow the next shot as well. Eventually, the Typhlosion simply pulled out, pointing his tip straight on with a thick paw and wanking the last of his thick seed across his bare chest.

Damien gasped as he flopped backwards, letting the horny Pokemon soak him in cum while he caught his breath. The rich, bitter taste of spunk clung to his tongue, his very saliva stained with the salty flavour that oozed down his throat. So warm from the fire-type's pre-heated testicles, he didn't feel like he needed his campfire at all now that he was draped in a thick, sticky blanket. It was such a dirty, humiliating thing, and he couldn't help but whimper as the dominant male Pokemon smirked down at the human he was marking.

“Bitch…" The typhlosion grunted as his orgasm petered out, the last dribble of seed clinging to his paw as he pulled it away. Damien watched the heft of the badger's organ flop back down across his spent scrotum, impressive even as it began to shrink back towards his sheath. It seemed that even his own flavour didn't put off the horny beast, as he kept his wicked red eyes on the human while he extended his tongue to lap the thick trail of sticky mess from his pad.

“I…I don't want to be your bitch," Damien whined in reply, looking down at his chest and the thick rivulets of beast cum that coated his skin. He tried to sit up, groaning at the exhaustion he suddenly felt after being so thoroughly used. His muscles ached and his stomach felt heavy and full, even if most of the Pokemon's load had ended up on him instead of in him. The musky taste still clung inside his mouth, and he wanted nothing more than a glass of water to wash down the spunk-thickened drool clinging to the back of his throat. Once he was about halfway up, a powerful paw shoved him back down, an intense weight holding him down as the beast loomed and salivated over him.

“Not bitch…Food…" The badger growled, licking his chops and leering down at the young man he'd just marinated.

This time, the carnivore's statement didn't look like it was up for questioning or debate. A well-earned load would lead to a well-earned snack to finally sate his hunger for the evening. Damien's eyes widened with the fire-type's jaws, once again showing off that slick, glistening interior in the flickering light of the fire, making it look even darker and more intimidating.

“W-Wait…Wait I can get you more food. Th-The forest must be full of good food for a fire-type like you. Just give me five minutes and I can-"

“No," The Pokemon growled, filling Damien's heart with dread. “Food. You."

Instinctively, he put his hands up to stop the badger's maw, fixing his fingers around the end of his muzzle and his chin. This seemed to startle the fire-type for a moment, stunned that he still had the will to put up any resistance at all. The layers of denial that the researcher had put up in his mind were starting to melt away as he realised the quite real possibility that he was about to be eaten by a Pokemon with not a soul around for miles to anything about it.

The Typhlosion growled, stretching his jaw wide to break the man's grip with ease and reveal the interior of that expansive maw once again. Strings of malodorous drool spanned the roof of his mouth to that sloppy tongue, and a rolling wave of hot feral breath cascaded across his bare skin as he gazed into the inky black pit deep within. His heavy badger body kept the man easily pinned in place, the campfire illuminating that glossy interior and leaving Damien pale as the reality of the danger he was in set in.

"Ugh... Arceus, please," he gasped, basted by that rank breath as he struggled for arguments that might sway the indomitable fire-type, "you don't want to eat me... I'm not tasty... humans aren't nutritious..." He was silenced as that maw closed suddenly, leaving him gazing right into those deep red eyes.

"Human... tasty," he rumbled menacingly, sliding his tongue right up under the helpless researcher's chin, before sitting up a little to gesture at his thickly-padded gut.

"Ty know."

The little colour left in his face drained as the realisation followed that he wasn't the first person to have been consumed by the bulky Pokemon. It made sense; the broken human speech, no doubt picked up from past victims of that monstrous belly prior that had been unfortunate enough to grace the forest with their unwitting presence. As Damien put two and two together, he recognised that the Typhlosion knew full well what he wanted to eat from the moment they'd met.

He quickly switched gears, attempting to scramble out from under the bulky badger, hoping he could catch the larger male off guard with his sudden escape attempt. He'd barely made it more than a few feet before a heavy paw slammed down on his chest, pinning him back down once again, the beast dominant in the face of his defiance.

"F... fuck..." he groaned, both from the heavy weight atop him and from the very real sensation of being prey. The Typhlosion hooked both of his claws under his arms and sat upright, hauling the human up with him until he was draped across that massive gut looking up into that hungry crimson gaze. Now propped against the fallen tree trunk, his cock soft, spent and satisfied, the Pokemon wanted his real dinner.

“Cute," Ty rumbled, finding renewed enjoyment in holding the smaller male down against his stomach. There was nothing he could do now, the grip just as firm on his body as it had been on his head while the beast was enjoying him. Grunting and squirming, fighting his impossibly strong grip, only made his thick gut shake, and the hungry muscles inside gurgle. He needed to escape, to get back to town where it was safe, and warn everyone that a carnivorous Typhlosion was stalking the woods so closeby. His knees battered against the thick wall of fat, so close to the sensitive target underneath that seemed like the huge beast's only weakness.

“Let me go!" he shouted, praying anyone else was nearby enough to hear him. “You're a monster! Help!"

“Shh…" The Typhlosion huffed, breathing heavily again across Damien's face. His frantic protesting forced him to pull a deep breath of the badger's meaty breath from his maw, leaving him coughing and sputtering. It clung in his nose and mouth, tainting his senses long after the wafting stench had passed on. Hot and rank, it clouded his head with doubt and ruined any hope he had of breaking free of that incredible grip.

Dozens of people had been in his position before him; now permanent additions the Typhlosion's healthy gut. Damien wasn't even a Pokemon trainer, but he could only imagine how many beginners had tried their luck against this hulk of a Pokemon and wound up on the other side of his jaws, perhaps with their starter Pokemon as a chaser.

“Please…Please don't…" Damien whimpered softly, but the words meant nothing anymore. The heavy beast saw him as food, and held him gently as he pulled him forward. Dragging him up across his thick gut to where his maw was slowly yawning wide once more, the young man could observe its deep, ravenous interior in the flickering firelight.

His struggling ceased as he submitted to his predator, bringing a twitch to the badger's muzzle; happy for his prey to have more energy to struggle where it really mattered. Damien flinched as, with only a foot between himself and a long, slimy descent, he felt the prod of a firm, fleshy heat against the bottom of his foot. The Typhlosion's erection had returned, the feral male excited to lay back and finally enjoy his dinner. It left the researcher pale to think that this beast would take sexual pleasure in eating him alive.

There were no more delays on offer, the fire-type's hungry maw descending over his head. The foul miasma of badger breath only intensified as those huge jaws closed around his torso and submerged his face into that sloppy, exploratory tongue.

Damien was subjected to being tasted by the beast with little regard for his own comfort, those lips sealing him upper body inside that rank maw to be assaulted by the feral male's tongue. It slathered his face and hair in hot, viscous drool before swirling around his neck and gathering the fear-induced sweat from his body.

He could feel those strong paws on his waist, gradually feeding him little by little into that hungry maw. Each time those lips briefly parted he was closer to that inky black throat that was going to drag him down into his own personal hell. It seemed utterly absurd to think that he'd become food for this wild monster, yet the proof was right in front of his face.

That insatiable tongue invaded every inch of his body as it passed through those jaws, slurping loudly over his chest, back, arms and eventually even his own naked cock. He couldn't help but get shamefully erect as the fire-type's sloppy oral ministrations rolled over his shaft, a mixture of physical pleasure and emotional fear pumping blood through his penis. Distracted as he was, he hadn't realised the horny, hungry badger was casually wanking his own stiff length with one paw while shoving his meal in deeper with the other.

Eventually, he was deep enough that it left the researcher's face pressed right up to that inescapable throat. Each time the hefty male exhaled he groaned in disgust as the hot air rushed past his face, giving him a humbling preview of what awaited him down behind all those layers of fat and fur. With those strong lips now working on his legs, he felt a stronger sense of panic as he looked down the pitch black tunnel inviting him to his demise.

His struggles resumed, panicked kicking that couldn't overpower the strong jaws preventing him from going back. Wicked teeth pricked the backs of his thighs and his knees; never enough to penetrate the skin but more than reinforce the Typhlosion's intention.

Damian shoved his hands forward, sinking his fingers into the thick, slimy muscles in front of him. To his dismay, instead of finding purchase and allowing him to push himself back, his palms slipped through the mucus and descended deeper into the badger's throat. The hungry predator grunted in surprise, gagging briefly on the sudden intrusion before a firm swallow brought his spasming muscles and rebellious prey to heel.

Damien groaned as he got a faceful of saliva and slime, plastered against the back of Ty's tongue as he was pulled further downwards. His pitiful whimpers were lost to the squelching abyss while his knees were greedily slurped up; his feet grappled by the tip of the badger's tongue. From this precarious position he was finally shovelled inside, swallowed whole and alive while the Pokemon admired the new bulge he'd made in his throat.

The pounding of the Typhlosion's excited heart grew louder as Damian passed through his chest, the descent feeling like an eternity despite their size difference. His slicked toes slipped off the back of the badger's tongue as his face was finally mashed into the bottom of his crushingly tight oesophagus, squeezed through the flexing sphincter and into the hellish chamber below.

The stench of stomach enzymes and rotten meat filled his lungs, leaving the man heaving in disgust as he was pushed out into a tight sack and a shallow bath of sloppy chyme. The thick soup of previously digested meals pooled around his lower body, getting him soaked as he settled down in a foetal position within the tight gut.

That was it; he'd been eaten alive.

Eager muscles immediately responded to his arrival, the walls shifting and churning, clenching and relaxing to judge the size of their latest meal. Damien tried to fight them back, pushing with his hands and feet to keep the space from collapsing onto him entirely, but he was far too weak to compare to the abdominal muscles of a true predator. He could only squeak in shock as they suddenly clamped down on him, squeezing him hard and slathering him more of those malodorous digestive juices and slime. As if to punctuate his consumption, his entire world shook from a hearty, satisfied belch far above his head.

“Tasty…" The Typhlosion rumbled, adding insult to injury as he licked his chops of the last dregs of the human's taste. A satisfied huff escaped his maw as he shuffled back against the log, his half-hard cock now flopped against the curve of his distended stomach as the beast took pleasure from the desperate squirms and struggles from his meal.

Damien had always held a passion for Pokemon and research, but he'd never wanted such an up close and personal encounter. There was no light to speak of in his new home, deprived of his sense of sight while the rest of his senses were assaulted in ways that he'd never imagined possible. The smell inside of another being's stomach was unimaginably foul; no doubt not helped by the cured meat and sandwiches and marshmallows he'd fed the beast. Yet, he doubted that was the worst of what had graced that gut, and he shuddered to think that he might soon find out why.

What concerned him most was not the rank stench of digesting meat or the tightness of the organic sack condensed around his body, but the fact that he wasn't feeling the telltale signs of suffocation from a lack of air. Even as he breathed the rich, stinging miasma of sloppy chyme, it was enough to sustain him. That alone put alarm bells in his head, and deep down a new, primal fear emerged to join that of being eaten.

"Fuck..." he groaned, pushing with his feet and hands against those elastic walls to no avail, "he's... ugh... going to digest me alive." Regretting that he'd opened his mouth in such a rank place, he avoided the temptation to wipe his face with his chyme-caked hands.

Panic set in as he found his struggles did little more than give the oversized fire-type something to wank to, the dull thump of paw stroking cock audible through that pudgy paunch. Curled up as he was to fit in that belly, he didn't have much room to really get any force behind his efforts, wearing himself out more in the process. It only made to coat him in more of that disgusting slime as his body shifted within that deeply unpleasant gut. Somehow, knowing that the badger was pleasuring himself to his misfortune only made it that much more humiliating.

With a clear deficiency in strength, the intelligent researcher tried his best to think of an alternative that might save him. Yet, so deep inside the Typhlosion, with little in the way of natural weapons, he was very much already on the back foot.

This can't be how it ends for me, he thought desperately as he sought to find a solution to his predicament. Able to calm himself enough for a moment, he sank his fingers into that soft, squelching stomach lining to try and find anything that could help him. He groaned in disgust as he continued to inhale that ungodly air while endless folds of flesh parted to his touch, each providing little in the way of guidance. Try as he might, he could no longer find the tight esophageal sphincter he'd entered from, nor the far less appealing one from which he could potentially exit.

Arceus, I'm really in trouble, he considered, slumping back in that humid chamber with the powerful sounds of the beast's heartbeat and gurgling guts filling his ears. Above those, he could hear the seemingly endless thumping as the Typhlosion kicked back comfortably by the campsite he'd stolen and masturbated indulgently to the feeling of prey struggling for survival in his paunch.

Gracious as his new accommodation had been so far, Damien felt a sudden pang of dread as he realised the vague tingling on his skin was starting to feel a little more like an aggressive itch that wouldn't go away. As much as he wanted to deny it, the Typhlosion was very much set on digesting him, and he didn't need to be a researcher to know what was happening.

"Please," he begged finally, raising his voice so he might be heard through the layers of pudge on the handsome Pokemon, "Please, let me out! I'll find you better food, anything! I'll... ugh... gods... have a little mercy! I shouldn't have to digest alive like this..."

Whether the Pokemon couldn't hear him anymore, or simply chose not to, the Typhlosion only growled in delight as his prey squirmed and begged. His complaints were muffled by thick fat, making each word slur into the next from the outside as if it were only one unimportant noise.

Suddenly, he felt the walls in front of his face pressing inwards, differently than the usual contractions made by the undulating walls. He realised that it was the Pokemon's paw, rubbing and kneading his healthy stomach bulge. He was pet gently, stroked across the face and chest, wondering if the Pokemon was trying to taunt or reassure him. Either way, it fully cemented in Damien's mind that this was his fate. There was no escape for him, no mercy, and no remorse. The hungry badger wanted him to suffer in his final moments, and he wanted those moments to last as long as possible.

His other paw gently stroked his shaft, gliding over the slimy residue of his last oral treatment. He kept it as slow as his digestion, looking only to enhance the natural pleasure that conquering his living prey brought. Damien could feel it, too. The slight increase in the badger's heartrate, the rhythmic thumping of his paw reaching his groin, and gently rocking his nuts against his broad thighs. The huffing of his breath and the occasional growl of mixed lust and predation gave him exactly what he wanted. It might take hours, but he wanted to ensure that when he was finished, he was satisfied.

"Please listen to me…" Damien whimpered, now pawing at the walls in front of him. A different form of begging, like a puppy wanting out through a closed door, the young man rubbed at the inside of the Typhlosion's gut. Yet, his actions weren't ignored as the beast rumbled in quiet appreciation at the soft internal belly rub he was now receiving.

Having already ejaculated once that night, the heavy male took his time with his second, stroking that gorgeous breeding organ as he indulged in the live digestion of the helpless researcher. Under those layers of fat and fur was another living, breathing being being put through the same process to be turned into more of him than any other food experienced. The beast thought little of the grim reality of being digested alive and simply enjoyed the squirming in his guts while wanking that glossy badger cock in a lazy paw.

For Damien, everything was getting hotter, tighter and more intense. Sweat mingled with the sloppy stomach enzymes as he was near-roasted in the fire-type's stomach, while his body was compressed tighter and tighter by those relentless inner walls. He groaned as every joint in his body creaked from the strain, a constant clenching and releasing softening him up as he was smothered and squeezed in that heated chamber of foul, vicious chyme.

Despite everything, Damien was shamefully hard.

Nothing in his relatively tame life had prepared him for being completely and utterly dominated by an animal. His mouth filled and used by feral cock, plastered in bestial semen, only to be eaten and dumped in a gut to be utterly conquered in the most primal of ways. It was foul, unfair, brutal and humiliating, but nothing had ever felt so intense, so intimate. Nothing on the pages of his textbooks or experienced on his simple field trips compared to being powerless under a hulking, horny, hungry Typhlosion.

Robbed of common sense with those sloppy, fleshy walls crushing him from all sides, his body sizzling in the sweltering oven of the badger's belly, his fingers found his own slimy shaft as he began to stroke himself rapidly. If he was going to digest, he didn't want to go without one last desperate piece of pleasure in his temporary organic hell.

Arceus… why does it feel so good... Damien thought, his fingers gliding over his shaft with an almost humiliating ease thanks to the sloppy chyme lubing them. He felt flustered under his skin in spite of the heat of the flesh surrounding him and the stifling, rancid air he was allowed to breathe. Subconsciously he found himself matching his predator's pace, gasping along with the growling male with each self-pleasuring thump against that pudgy paunch.

The researcher's pre leaked into the mess pooling around him, adding his liquid pleasure to the terrible mixture breaking him down. The tingling, burning sensation spreading around his body grew more vibrant around his groin; the sensitive skin on his shaft and scrotum confused on whether they should transmit pleasure or pain to his weakened mind. His moans slipped between groans and gasps as the muscles worked him down little by little, , squeezing his limbs and testing the utmost strength of his joints.

Do you… like this... you animal... he continued to think, his body responding to the domination with more lewd thoughts. Your prey jerking off inside you? You can feel it, can't you? You don't even care... I'm just food now... meat for a Typhlosion...

His fingers stroked faster, unable to hold himself back as pleasure built up inside him, making his heart race and his muscles tense to overcome the pain. His own masturbation felt harder and harder to accomplish; the muscles that had been stewing in the chyme the longest growing softer and weaker as that gut kneaded him like fresh dough. That overwhelming sense of panic, the tangible evidence of his digestion, pushed Damien hard towards the edge. He groaned hard and pushed back the badger's walls, his spine arching and toes curing as his foreskin slipped effortlessly over his throbbing shaft in the depths of another beings' active belly.

The helpless man managed to reach his peak, letting out a deep, primal groan of pleasure as every inch of his heavily compressed body tensed up. His own paltry spurts of semen were instantly lost in the rest of the churning slop, firing off the largest and last load of his life in a mind-blowimg mixture of pleasure and pain that seeped into every last inch of his existence. His greedy fingers milked his cock for every drop, groaning in disgust at the mouthful of those foul enzymes he'd allowed inside in his orgasmic bliss, spitting out as much as he could while his spent shaft gave its last few desperate twitches. As if in retaliation, those powerful inner walls squeezed in hard, forcing the foul air from his lungs as the fire-type's hungry gut seemingly punished him for his outburst of selfish lust.

It was time to digest.

The Typhlosion settled back on the thick log, legs spread as he continued to indulge himself in the simple pleasures of a good meal and a soft paw. Having already ejaculated once, it afforded the heavy stud time to leisurely build himself back towards a lustful second peak, all at the expense of the polite young researcher that had tried and succeeded to give him a hearty meal.

To anyone observing, it would have been difficult to tell that the lump in the horny badger's middle was a living human. Now that his prey had finished his own hasty wank, it left the human weakened, vulnerable, and ready to be completely and utterly ruined inside him.

Damien survived another gruesome hour inside the Typhlosion's stomach, the massive monster of a Pokemon not content to give his prey any easy way out of being turned into fuel for his body.

As the feral male's excitement built, so too did the strength and energy of his stomach. Each stroke of that tensing, sloppy shaft got his abdominal muscles tightening, crushing down against the helpless prey underneath. His final, desperate squirms under the Typhlosion's skin, soft and fatty on the outside but terrifyingly powerful underneath, had the big badger panting in unadulterated delight.

All he needed to do now was lay back and masturbate as the pleasure was gifted to him by his own bod; lurid sensations that no prey could ever understand - nerve endings evolved specifically to encourage and reward the consumption of live, struggling prey. The badger groaned as he doubled his efforts, pumping and growling with bestial, predatory lust.

His refractory period long since past, those hefty balls were once more bubbling with rich spunk, and this time he intended to waste every single drop. Leaning back with his arm thrown over the log behind him, the Typhlosion beat his cock with wild abandon,eager to blow his load and snuff his prey.

As that familiar tightness in his groin began to reach its peak, the tightness in his stomach became too much for his guest to take. With a deep, messy gurgle and a muffled crack from the deep within the depths of his guts, the elated fire-badger pumped his hips up into his paw and came.

Molten strands of thick, bestial semen erupted from his urethra, arching over the the curve of his pudgy belly in sloppy strands. He continued to pump and stroke and knead his cock until every last steaming rope of breeding batter had been emptied from those sweat-drenched balls, leaving his expansive chest and belly with a messy artwork of virile genes painted across that thick fur.

A deep grunt of satisfaction escaped his maw as he came down from his pleasurable peak, looking down at the bulge in his middle, now still. Predatory satisfaction ran through him as his body accepted its prize, slowly but surely rendering the once healthy human into little more than a rich, nutritious soup to energise his sizeable body.

Letting out a deep, rumbling belch, the spent animal let out a small puff of smoke as he lay back against the log and closed his eyes, content to sleep off his meal as his stomach continued to work on the meat within overnight.

It would be days before anyone realised that Damien hadn't returned from his research expedition, and by the time a search party had been organised, there was well and truly nothing left of the young researcher to find.

He, like many dozens of other inexperienced researchers and Pokemon trainers, would find themselves becoming a permanent addition to the Typhlosion's gorgeous thighs and shapely belly.

Long, intimate nights awaited many a human, to be spent being repurposed as fuel for the Pokemon's lumbering frame in the quiet depths of Ilex Forest.