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Into His Maw

Part one of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Cobalion walked with Clone in the forest, though it was strange that the copy of Cobalion did not have his own name. Of course, he could have also been called Cobalion – but where would that have left the two of them, never quite knowing which Pokemon was being referred to? Things were not always so simple in the world of Pokemon, though they got by. Everyone did.

At least Clone was okay with being called such until he found his own place and identity in the Pokemon world. His beginning was a strange one when Cobalion had been called to a strange energy signature in the forest, something even he did not recognise. Yet when he had found a laboratory, poorly guarded, and a trapped Cobalion who, honestly, looked exactly like him, there was only one thing he could have possibly done.

Newly liberated and out in the world for the first time, Clone kept his head high, on alert, his orange-gold horns lifted. Yet there was no threat in him, even as he watched his step, even the act of movement something new to him. For Clone, it would all come in good time.

“Now, everything is going to be okay," Cobalion said soothingly, his lips parted softly as he tried to be as gentle as possible. “I'm a friend… At least, I hope you will come to see me as one, in time. We will get to know one another."

Clone nodded, though he could not help but swallow hard. Dappled sunshine glance off his blue coat, his fur smooth and lying flat to his body. Everything was strange out there and he just wanted to find his way through it, though his fate was to be different than even Clone could have hoped for, back when he'd been locked up in the lab.

Cobalion, however, was nice, supporting him as they stepped out at an easy pace. Clone didn't know quite where they were going but, well…he didn't feel like he had much choice in the matter either. Clone shook his head, his nose dropping lower than Cobalion's. Yet his senses were not as honed as the other Pokemon, who he was an exact copy of. He just had different life experiences.

Cobalion paused, one foot up in the air, mid step, his attention caught.

“Hold on…"

He waited, skin bristling, calling on his power. Yet he didn't have to use it as a bush rustled – and Keldeo strutted out, his head held high and a smirk tugging subtly at his lips. Someone who didn't know the four-legged Pokemon, kind of built like a horse, well wouldn't have noticed it, but Cobalion did.

And he didn't quite like that look in Keldeo's eye at all, no, not the glint and not the soft swagger to his gait.

“Hello, Keldeo," Cobalion greeted him, his tone ever so slightly cool. “What brings you out here?"

He frowned, peering closer.

“You really shouldn't be so far from home!" Cobalion pressed on, irritation rankling through him. “How did you get out from under Virizion's eye? She's always watching, for good reason too."

Keldeo chuckled and shook his head, his red mane ruffling faintly in the wind as he shifted his weight back.

“Nice to see you too," he quipped right back at Cobalion, glancing at Clone. “You seem to have a double with you…"

Clone didn't interest Keldeo, however, though Cobalion would have expected Keldeo to be more intrigued. Keldeo had a habit of catching him off-guard, however, and he exhaled slowly, watching and waiting. He didn't have to wait long to find out that Keldeo was, indeed, up to something.

“And, to answer your question," Keldeo went on, “Virizion is right here. Can you see?"

Keldeo parted his lips wide, his tongue wiggling within his mouth. But his mouth was not normal, not as it should have been, not when Virizion herself was clinging to his tongue in all her green glory. The Pokemon squealed, gripping Keldeo's tongue with all four legs, but his tongue seemed so slippery that she was having a great deal of trouble clinging on to the slippery muscle.

“Unff…"

Keldeo tilted his muzzle, ignoring Cobalion and Clone's gasps. Virizion took advantage of the fresh air to squirm and twist, standing up on wobbly legs as she turned her angled head to the sense of freedom. Of course, Virizion had not always been small, not like that – she was usually the same size as them, perhaps slightly larger – but there wasn't time for Cobalion to press as to what had happened when Keldeo curled his tongue around Virizion.

Keldeo openly ignored her frustrated squeals and cries, her pleas high-pitched and tinny, curling his tongue tightly around Virizion to cup her in its wet embrace. Sticky strands of saliva clung to her as she was dragged easily back into his mouth as if she had not even tried to make an escape attempt, Keldeo not willing to let her go so easily.

“What are you doing?" Cobalion said, suddenly breaking the silence. “Let her go – what have you done?"

Yet not even he could control Keldeo, always an outlaw to the rules, as he yanked Virizion all the way back into his mouth, between his jaws. Cobalion lunged – but the last thing he saw was Virizion, once again, latching on to Keldeo's tongue, her limbs wrapped around as much of it as possible, slipping back and forth as she wobbled on the appendage.

And then Keldeo's mouth was closed again, sealing her away as Cobalion jerked his head high, his powers sending a crackle of static electricity through his short coat of fur.

“Let her go this instant!"

He didn't have the authority to demand that from Keldeo, even though he had taken on a mentor position to other Pokemon, and Keldeo tilted his head. A sharp beam of light, tinted with blue, lanced through the air, jolting from the horse Pokemon's horn to Cobalion and Clone, where it split in two to strike them both.

“Ah!"

Clone leapt back, staggering on his legs, splayed out. What was happening? What was wrong? He tried to run, but…something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong as his whole body compressed, bearing down around him, pressing in against him from all sides as if his body was being squeezed by a giant, unseen hand.

“Help! Help meeee!"

Even his voice was higher-pitched than normal and, desperately, he looked to Cobalion for help. Though Cobalion was in much the same predicament, trying to fight back with his own powers, even if he did not recognise the shrinking move Keldeo had hit them with. Maybe Minimise?

Yet it was too late for Cobalion to do anything as the Pokemon whirled around and, with his eyes locked with Keldeo's sharp gaze, shrank down and down and down. His body squished, closing in around him, the forest taller and more foreboding, trees that had been comforting before suddenly looming and imposing. He leapt, but that didn't slow down his shrinking transformation in the slightest as a boulder rose above his head and even the blades of grass became tall and fern-like – though he was not so small that the grass itself became the forest.

“What are you doing?" Cobalion hissed, though his voice was so quiet someone would have been hard-pressed to hear him. “Turn us back right away! You can't do this to us!"

And yet Cobalion, along with Clone, knew what a situation they were in, a shiver running through his body. He'd never been that small before – and just how was he supposed to help Virizion when he was like that? He still had his powers, but they felt as if they were just out of his grasp, slipping through his hold.

“Well, well, well…" Keldeo laughed, strutting and looking down at them, his larger muzzle looming, casting a shadow over the two identical Pokemon. “Look how the tables have turned… You will not be rescuing anyone now, Cobalion. Not you and not your little friend either."

Cobalion backed away, grass rustling around him, brushing against his coat. Clone hunkered down, legs shaking, yet looked to him for guidance. And just what guidance was Cobalion supposed to give him when he was stuck in a micro, compromised position, supposedly the leader and mentor and yet slipping at the moment it mattered the most?

He shuddered. Where was Virizion? Was she okay in Keldeo's maw still? Was she clinging to his tongue or tucked under it?

They were not questions he was going to get answered anytime soon as the massive Keldeo, at least in relation to them, settled down comfortably on his stomach, his forelegs tucked under him and his hind legs splayed out behind him so the curve of his hindquarters made a crease where his buttocks joined his legs. They didn't quite fold all the way under him, as some Pokemon could do. But that didn't matter as Keldeo smirked at his newest victims, even if it had all been planned ahead of time. He hadn't expected Cobalion to come with a friend, but, well, he could work with that.

“Now… Come here and show me just how you appreciate me."

Keldeo chuckled faintly as he called on his power, enveloping his new prey in a ball of light, levitating them easily. They were so much easier to handle at their size, but he already knew what he wanted to do with them, even as their little bodies squirmed and thrashed, fighting back against him.

“Let us go!"

Cobalion tried, but it was no use, not as he was dropped onto one cheek of Keldeo's butt, the soft flesh wobbling faintly under him. He'd never really given all that much consideration to the hind end of Keldeo before but was forced to in that moment, the firm round of Keldeo's backside supporting them easily. He clung to it when the Pokemon's power eased away from his body, limbs splayed out wide to cling tightly to his far too tenuous perch.

“Oof…"

Cobalion shuddered, eyes narrowing. It was not a position he wanted to be in, his limbs pinching and squeezing into the horse Pokemon's backside, just to stay in place. Clone did much the same, copying him, and Cobalion puffed out his cheeks with air, striving with all his might simply to steady his racing heartbeat. Yet the soft roundness of Keldeo's rump at least allowed them to grip where they needed, even if it felt as if they could topple off at any point.

“Oh, no, look out," he teased, shaking his rump back and forth, his tail hiked well out of the way so it would not interfere with anything. “There's an earthquake! You'll have to hold on tiiiiight!"

To him, it was all a game – but the situation was very different for Cobalion and Clone as the Pokemon's incredibly wobbling, shaking butt threatened to send them flying. Losing grip with one front foot – not that he had any claws or fingers to hook into the Pokemon's flesh – Cobalion gasped, head spinning. Even though he was not all that high, the ground was far too far away for comfort, glancing down and immediately regretting his decision. With his powers drained, at least for the moment, with the shrinkage, or so he assumed, he didn't know how much a fall like that would affect him.

Clone clung on, his cheek pressed into the horse Pokemon's smooth, soft coat, his flesh compressing faintly under the Cobalion clone's touch. Yet he had to hold on with all his might even as his body was jostled back and forth.

“Unff… No… Cobalion – help me! Help me, please!"

His voice was too high-pitched and almost babyish, though that was the closest comparison Clone could make with his limited experience with the world. Syllables even ran together, as if his tongue was having trouble forming them. Maybe it was an effect of the shrinkage? Clone simply wouldn't know.

So, all he could do was cling on as the tensing and contracting of the horse Pokemon's glutes jerked and bumped him, making him bump back and forth, his hind legs and back end flung out from Keldeo's buttocks. Clone squeaked, eyes wide and bulging with fear, though his heart pounding sent every much-needed ounce of adrenaline pumping through his veins.

His legs, thankfully, flopped back down against Keldeo's butt and he dug back in as hard as he could, clinging with all his might, as if his very life was at stake. Truthfully, Clone did not know if that was so or not, but he didn't want to take any chances.

Cobalion would keep him safe though…right?

Cobalion, however, was distracted, losing his grip with his right foreleg and sucking in a breath, another shot of adrenaline pumping through him. He couldn't live his life in a state of adrenaline and yet it came through in the moment, his body quivering, muscles tense and ready to act if the moment called for it.

What is that?

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It was so faint, but it was there. The wet, squelchy sounds of something, someone, fighting, similar to how it might have been if he was rolling a small fruit around the inside of his mouth, toying with it before swallowing it down. Saliva in a Pokemon's mouth, after all, could not help but offer that lewd, squashing noise and sensation – and Cobalion's eyes gleamed.

“Mmmph… Help… Mmmnnnnnhhhh…"

It was Virizion! How could she still be in there? But that was good, yes, because it meant she was still alive and Keldeo had not dropped her or worse. His heart pulled for her, struggling and trapped in the horse Pokemon's mouth, only able to imagine the horror for her of being caged in his mouth.

Would all she see around her be teeth? He'd set out to save Clone, when he had been made aware of the laboratory, but Virizion herself was caught in another trap, likely still clinging to Keldeo's tongue as she slipped and fell against it, fear tangled in her heart. Maybe she was even being pushed around his mouth with the muscular shove of his tongue, curling and twisting around her, toying with her body and showing her just how helpless she was within his maw.

Cobalion sucked in a breath, dizzy after imagining her fate. Yet it was hard not to put a visual to what he could here, the dull thump and scuffle of her fighting within Keldeo's mouth, punctuated by shrill cries, however muffled they were.

He needed to save her, needed to save them all… But how in Arceus' name was he supposed to do that?

His will to save her was not as great as the chilling grip of his fear, however, tongue too thick in his mouth, pressing to the roof of it and even interfering with the short, sharp pants of his breathing.

“Unff…"

All Cobalion could do was hang on with all his might, despite the rising ache in his limbs, even his back twinging and pulling from being in that position for so long. It was not natural for him to splay his limbs out like that, digging them in and pinching around the soft, bulging flesh. Of course, Keldeo had a fair bit of muscle in his buttocks too, though there was a definite soft layer of fat and flesh over the top of them, which at least allowed them some purchase.

“Cobalion…" Clone whined, eyes wide, glistening with emotion. “What are we going to do? What does he want to do to us?"

Cobalion drew in a breath, though it did not steady him as much as he thought. He had to be there for Clone, to help him.

But…something else was coursing through him. Heat… It simmered and twisted in the pit of his stomach, narrowing down between his hind legs. It was not that he hadn't liked similar things before, of being overpowered, but it had only come through in his dreams. Cobalion hadn't even had the chance to explore it in the waking world yet!

And in that moment was not the time for him to be investigating such dark desires, a faint memory of a dream he'd had a few nights ago rising in his mind. Of being pressed to a big backside – just like Keldeo's, though he had not thought it was the horse Pokemon in his mind when he had woken up from that particular dream. All he remembered was overwhelming softness and arousal, rubbing his face into the mystery pair of buttocks while he was small and weak.

In his shrunken form, he was helpless to do anything, his body aching deeply with arousal that didn't belong there. Cobalion groaned, torn between paying attention to something changing inside him and holding on tightly, for it was not as if he wanted to fall either.

What's wrong with me? I shouldn't… I shouldn't feel good about this?

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Enjoyment contrasted sharply, however, with his fear, the cold, sick chill of Keldeo having power over him trickling down his spine. The two things didn't go together and he huffed, clenching his jaw, trying to restrain himself from showing his arousal outwardly. At least he could somewhat control himself…

Clone, however, was the same. Not only physically, of course, but he was a clone of Cobalion – so he felt what Cobalion felt. Those inclinations and desires that had been born with Cobalion were not formed from Cobalion's experiences in life, no, so Clone squirmed and whimpered, eyes closed against the might of his emotions.

There was just so much still that he didn't understand! How could things be like that, so upside-down, his body hot and prickly with desire? Clone trembled, trying to stay as still as possible, though that only drew Clone's attention to the rise of Keldeo's butt against him, how warm and soft the horse Pokemon's flesh was, how he wanted to nuzzle into it, to lick and to even…make it feel good?

The word “worship" eluded him, but that didn't change the depth of his emotion, heated sensations flooding him, overwhelming him. If he was swept away, Clone drowned in his emotions, hips twitching a little as he demonstrated less self-control than Cobalion.

His life had been very different as his stomach dropped, trying not to roll his hips forward. Oh, he knew of that instinct, the instinct to mate, but, well…even he knew that was not right or proper to do in public. It wasn't something he should have been succumbing to, panting softly, his warm breath sweeping over and tickling Keldeo's backside. The Pokemon's rump shivered and juddered under him, ripples washing through Keldeo's flesh.

“Clone… Clone, look at me."

Cobalion took his attention and Clone did his best to, slowly, turn his head so he was facing Cobalion. While holding on with the little strength he had, it took a lot more effort than even Clone had been expecting.

“What?"

He spoke no more loudly than Cobalion, sensing the gravity of the situation. Cobalion nodded gravely.

“He is toying with us…" Cobalion said lowly, keeping his voice down so Keldeo did not hear them. “He must be perverted… Though I have never seen this lewd side of him before."

Clone trembled.

“Oh… Oh, nooooo, he's not gonna huwt us, is he?"

Cobalion picked up on how Clone's voice changed, feeling something of that in himself too. Something soft and weak, something that wanted to look up to Keldeo despite everything. But that was just his darker side, a side of him that should not have come out at that time. If he needed to explore it, he could – when he was alone and safe, not at Keldeo's true mercy.

“He wants to hold power over us, to control us," Cobalion told him, taking what he understood of things carefully forward, despite the aching, throbbing arousal deep within him. “Our best bet…"

Oh, he couldn't believe he was saying it. But he was turned on and not thinking clearly, even though he should have been guiding and directing Clone the best that he could.

“Our best bet," he carried on. “It's…to hump his butt. He'll be appeased by it and we'll be able to think of a way to get out of this."

“Ohhhhh! Yeah, I can do that!"

Clone exhaled in a rush of breath. Yes, oh, yes! That made complete sense! He was so relieved to have an outlet for the need coursing through him that his hips rocked instinctively – and he leaned into it that time. It was right to hump and to give into that need to grind into the Pokemon's rump, to enjoy the soft squish of warm flesh around his body. It helped him hold on a little too – as long as he did not rock his hips too quickly or roughly, that was.

Cobalion swallowed hard, a lump travelling from his throat down into the pit of his belly. He should have wondered at how eager Clone was to hump and grind, to push into Keldeo's thick butt, although…it was the right thing to do. Keldeo was surely up for something and even if he was appealing to his own, mildly kinkier nature at the same time, he could at least try something to buy them time.

For that was what it was all about, in his mind, as he worked his hips, grinding and pushing, the roll of them sensual even when he knew it was not meant to be. Cobalion's breath caught in his throat as if there was something tightening there, but it felt good, too good – far too good for him to stop.

What was happening to him? Cobalion refused to acknowledge that flicker of intent in the back of his mind, a notion he had been thrusting down and away – for he did not yet want to address it. Warmth flooded him, his groin aching, and he tried his best not to think about what he was doing, thrusting and thrusting with his hips. It put a round into his lower back as he clung on desperately to Cobalion's butt with his forelegs, the big round of it shivering under every grinding stroke of his lower body.

“Oof… Nngghhh.."

He hadn't meant to make those noises either and yet he had. Rippling arousal spread through the Pokemon as Cobalion grunted, tucking his head and face down, trying to hide his need. It had never been so intoxicating before, swelling through him, seeming to command every last part of his body, panting heavily as hot breath tickled his lips and Keldeo's backside. The Pokemon flicked his tail, tickling the backs of Cobalion's shoulders and upper back, though Cobalion still vaguely kept in mind the need to be careful of his long horn. Not that its presence was going to do him any good there, no.

He really was helpless, nothing more than prey to Keldeo, his world overcome by the magnitude of Keldeo's buttocks. How could one hind end draw him in so much? It was wrong and yet it was so right in his mind that he couldn't help himself, grunting deeply in the back of his throat, the hump and grind of his hips drawing on rougher, coarser needs deep within him. Cobalion only hoped his “need" would not come out all on show…

“Oh, ohhh…" Clone cried out, not thinking about what he was saying. “Pwease… Pwease be nice to us, mister Keldeo!"

Cobalion blinked. That was not a way that he could ever have imagined talking. And yet…it was along the lines of how prey would talk, trying to soak in appeasement, to make it so the predator – who had already taken Virizion into his maw – found some amusement in them. Maybe it would work? Clone was operating from instinct alone, after all, with little experience to solidify rationale and logic in him. It was an entirely different way of approaching the world and situations than what Cobalion was used to.

“Call me Keddy – Keddy-wo," Keldeo said, a smirk on his lips. “Oh, Keddy-wo is enjoying this came, my little prey… But you're going to do well here, my little pets. Are you going to be good for me?"

“Unff… Yes! Oh, yes! Yes, Keddy-wo!" Clone cried out obediently, not knowing that everything he was doing there was sincerely out of the ordinary. “Yes… Pwease be good to us too! We want to make you feel good – pwease! Pwease look after us!"

Cobalion grunted, swallowing hard once again. Yet it seemed to be having a good effect on Keldeo, whose gaze had softened a little, the horse Pokemon leaning back over his body to watch them, eyeing them up very closely.

Yet Clone was the one without the inhibitions, the one who could not even consider how ludicrous the situation was, how undignified it was. They should have been proud bearers of power – protectors! And yet that was all they were reduced to, humping and worshipping Keldeo's butt as if it was the only thing left in the world for both of them.

Cobalion leaned into it, huffing and panting, trying a little of the talk for himself.

“Unnff…" He groaned, licking his lips, getting in the mood. “Your rumpy-bumpy… Mmm… Your butt is so big and round… Want to pwease such a big butt."

“Only because my prey is so little," Keldeo teased right back at them, lips parted in an open-mouthed grin. “You think everything is big…because you are so small. So weak. So helpless. Worshipping my butt as if you can't see anything else. Or perhaps you'd like the same fate as Virizion?"

Cobalion gasped.

“No! Pwease don't put us in your maw-maw, Keddy-wo!"

It was terrifying how easily he slipped into it, a sense of falling surrounding him, though there was no passage of air and he was, most definitely, still up there clinging to Keldeo's rump.

“Keep up that talk. I like it."

Cobalion shuddered. It was doing strange things to him too, pooling and twisting in his stomach, making him feel as if he was full of knots or butterflies – or something else entirely. He'd never been much one for cliches.

“Keddy-wo… I love your butt."

“Oh?" Keldeo chuckled, making his butt twitch and jostle as the reverberations rolled back through his body to his prey. “And what do you like about it? My butt won't love you if you don't worship it as I want."

Clone whimpered, his eyes shining with genuine tears, the depths of his emotion too much for him to bear.

“Oh, noooooo," he whimpered. “Pwease… Why doesn't mister butt love me? I want… I love butt! What do we need to do for mister butt to wuv us too?"

The softer, kinkier talk wound through their interaction and Cobalion groaned, caught up in the moment. It was too easy to slip away into everything, forgetting the severity of their situation, that he had been shrunk and transformed against his will. If he didn't think about what was going on, he was able to get into it even more, licking his lips, even his lips brushing the sovereign land of Keldeo's buttocks.

He might have lusted for Keldeo's buttocks before too if he had understood the enormity of his needs, how they seeped and crept into every part of his being and mind, twisting and turning. It was not corruption, no, not when the desire came through so strongly and cleanly, but it was not something that Cobalion would ever have wanted to expose itself under such circumstances.

Heat from Keldeo flooded him, warming him all the way through as he whimpered and ground, panting too heavily. Cobalion's flanks heaved as he rolled his hips, whimpering under his breath.

“Pwease… Pwease let me worship your butt… Keddy-wo… Keddy-wo, we need to give you more, to be squishy-wishy against your rumpy-bump."

Ohhhh, that only made him hotter than ever as his skin prickled deviously. Cobalion paused to think about what he was doing, contracting his glutes and pressing forward from his hamstrings, despite the ache in them, how he was getting sore from the position he'd been put in. But it was not as if he could stop either, not when his lust was as high as it was, desire swelling in his throat, tightening up with the clawing grip of emotion.

He just wanted to hump and grind, to worship Keldeo's buttocks with all his might, putting his heart and soul into it. He'd never felt like that ever before, half-closing his eyes, panting hotly as his breath tickled the horse Pokemon's buttocks.

Even then, he slipped into a different state of mind, his tongue flickering out lightly over his lips, throat tight with words he yearned to release. Cobalion told himself, of course, he was doing it to save his own hide, for he had no idea at all just what Keldeo had planned for them, what he was going to do with them now they were shrunken, but there was far more to it than that.

And Keldeo was going to force him to confront all that within himself in his best and worst of moments, all bundled up into one mess of unfamiliar lust and longing.

“Pwease let us service your butt, Keddy-wo," he breathed, embarrassed to be so crude but not knowing what else to do. “Your butt is magnificent… So soft… Wanna lose myself in it…"

He didn't know how else to say he loved Keldeo's butt, but it would come through, sooner or later, as he became more and more used to his role under the horse Pokemon's backside. Cobalion shuddered, rubbing his cheek into the Pokemon's soft fur, feeling all the more up close and personal when he was that small.

Dimly, Cobalion was still aware of Virizion, the power of him, even as he drifted into an unfamiliar state of mind, drifting and wavering. He wanted to…please? Yet Keldeo dragged him from that, his throat working softly, seeming to struggle with something in his mouth as he shook himself.

Virizion…

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No, he can't be!

Keldeo shook his head, tipping his head back with a short, sharp, jerky motion. Cobalion gasped, eyes wide, yet the sound that reached his ears sent a ripple of fire through him, curling straight around the core of his being as if he was bound by it.

Glrk!

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Continued in part two of four.