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A heavy groan escaped your throat. The kind of deep, guttural groan you’d make after waking up from a rough night. Your weighty eyelids reluctantly fluttered open as you slowly awoke to a dull pain plaguing your body, accompanied by the lingering remains of a throbbing headache thumping upon your skull.

What happened? Did you party too hard last night? Where even are you now? A series of questions flooded your mind as you tried to remember the events that led up to this point. You didn’t recall falling asleep; you don’t even remember heading to your bed. But even with your groggy eyes, you easily realized you weren’t in your bed. In fact; you weren’t in a bed at all.

The surface you laid upon was soft, yet coarse; like cage lining you would get for a small pet. You were surrounded by tall, transparent walls of glass—or maybe plastic, not like it mattered. Beyond those walls were a—

“Oh thank goodness you’re awake!” a cute, feminine voice called out a few feet to your right.

Glancing over, your eyes set upon a completely naked gray-furred female mouse with fuchsia colored hair. The main thing that kept you from averting your eyes from her lack of clothing was the sheer panic on her face. Her purple colored eyes were wide as could be and her face was entirely soaked in stress and worry.

And as you looked at her; memory struck like a bolt of lightning.

You remember those eyes, that face. Your nose twitched as you remembered that vanilla scented fragrance that wafted around her. You remember seeing that short curvaceous shape of hers from the night before. There were four of you. Yourself, this mouse, a strikingly well dressed human woman and a male Umbreon. It was a wild night of a bar crawl. You remember bad singing and crazy dancing. You remember being drunk clear-off your ass at one point. You remember the Umbreon suggesting some more fun, you remembered looking into his glowing red eyes, you remembered the dulcet tones of his voice speaking the word ‘Minimize’; you remember it ringing in your ears. You remember feeling faint, feeling dizzy, everything spinning and stretching bizarrely out of your reach, you remember that Umbreon starting to look taller.

It was almost as if—

“We got shrunk. He shrunk us somehow, he shrunk us and put us in this tank. But it’s okay, look, the other lady is trying to help us!” The nervous mouse frantically pointed upwards at the top of one of those walls of your prison.

Dragging what seemed to be a long, undone shoelace with her, the human woman crawled along the edge toward your position, aiming to lower the string down and help you both climb out. Abel! That was her name. You had numerous questions about how she managed to get this far in such a plan, but that could wait for another time. The first order of business was to get out of here and get to safety before the situation worsened.

It would only be five seconds before a single heavy *thump* of a thick footpaw crashing down upon the wooden floor reached your ears; metaphorically squashing your short-lived hopes and dreams.

Fate had chosen to be unkind to you and your little group; as noted by additional rhythmic footstep-like thumps pounding in your ears and rumbling the area around you. There was an inquisitive, thunderous “Hmm…” of vocalized thought that came a few hundred relative feet to your left, as through that doorway walked the culprit behind it all: that ringed bastard of an Umbreon.

“What’s all this now?” His smooth voice rumbled overhead as he stepped over to the tank; his grinning face beaming down at the three of you as his freshly washed and groomed naked form loomed over you like a menacing black sky. He slowly bent downwards, chuckling warmly to himself as those crimson eyes bore down with a piercing gaze.

“Seems my tiny little snacks are getting a little rowdy in my absence. Trying to leave without so much as telling me goodbye? That’s rather rude you know,” said the monolithic pokemorph as his attention focused on your rescuer; the poor woman now completely frozen and staring up at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Before you could process being referred to as a ‘snack’, the massive, mountain-esque Moonlight leaned in closer towards his prey while draping his fingers over the rim of your prison. The golden rings and bands that adorned the pattern of his fur shone brightly as he licked his lips; you even caught glimpses of his tail whipping back and forth happily behind him.

“I guess you can say this is good timing. I get voraciously hungry after some exercise and a shower,” he purred warmly before slowly opening his mouth wide; giving a terrifying view of its confines. Enormous deadly teeth and thick strands of saliva that connected the roof of his maw to a slick, wet, patterned black tongue with illuminating yellow rings—all serving to deliver a sight that made you shiver to your core. As frightening as it was, there was something disturbingly alluring about it. Something that formed a troubling thought at the back of your mind. A thought that was trying to convince you that being trapped between those jaws would be enjoyable.

Thankfully, Abel’s panicked squeaking brought you back to attention.

With very little options left to her, the woman poised to abandon her plans and took a desperate leap off the edge if only to try and escape being a morsel—a bold maneuver that served to be all for naught as that slippery muscle swiftly darted out of the Umbreon’s maw and coiled around her shrunken form tightly like a snake. The tongue tensed tightly, squeezing Abel harshly and forcing a pained squeak and a pathetic “No!” from her lungs before that organ skillfully tossed her high into the air above the pokemorph’s head.

Your eyes were locked onto the terrifying display in the ‘skies’ above you. You watched as the squealing human spun and flailed about in the air as she fell towards the now open maw of the Umbreon—his jaws snapping shut the very moment she dropped past his lips and out of your view. With a warm, rumbling purr, the big bree turned his gaze downward to give a rather amused smirk down to the both of you as his jaws began to shift and churn with loud, exaggerated wet noises; toying and suckling upon his presumed tasty treat while giving a rather sultry stare that implied you were next.

Not content enough with just teasing you and toying with his food, he parted his lips just enough so you could get one last glimpse of your soon-to-be-former acquaintance. Abel poked her head out of his mouth gasping desperately; her face and hair soaked with his sticky saliva. She grasped at the air with an outstretched hand, as if reaching for an invisible rope that would pull her to safety, but there would be no such luck as the Umbreon’s soft lips clamped down upon her and pulled her back into his hungry maw.

Satisfied with savoring and playing with his prey, he exhaled sharply through his nose and lifted his head, following with an audible, unceremonious deep *ulp!*; gulping down the woman whole like a common predator downing a mouse—his neck nakedly bared for you to see that lump in his throat drift downward. As if you needed visual proof of what just happened.

“Eek!” the nervous mouse squeaked loudly in terror next to you; her fur utterly frazzled and her tail tip flicking nervously, “What…what just happened? Did you eat her?”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her she was frantically asking the obvious, even if it was hard to believe what you had just seen. A freezing chill ran down your spine; the apparent dread of being minuscule enough to be eaten by someone was now really starting to set in.

“I certainly did, though a little sooner than I’d like. I was hoping to have a little more fun first, but you just had to try and escape,” spoke the Umbreon before licking his lips, “No big deal either way, she’s gone, but not forgotten,” he patted his firm stomach with a chuckle, “And look, she even left a parting gift. Check it out!”

The deadly dark-type brought his terrifying visage closer as he leaned over into the tank; his handsome face now a mere relative foot away from your shrunken forms. His face tensed for a brief moment before he opened wide to release a rumbling roar of a belch over the two of you. The vicious overwhelming force of that violent guttural release and strong blast of air forced you onto your back; the noise of his burp ringing in your ears while the rush of that hot, humid breath pressed down and rolled over the both of you like a weighted, heated blanket. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt as if you had endured a destructive passing storm.

Now satisfied with his childish tormenting, he lifted his head with a laugh and continued to stare down upon you with that infuriating smirk.

“You jerk!” the mouse coughed out as she stumbled onto her feet, “You CAN’T do that! You can’t just eat her…you…you can’t just eat us!” she shrieked.

“Oh?” The Umbreon tilted his head and pressed a finger to his cheek in thought, “Are you positive?” he asked while patting his stomach with the other hand, “I did just eat your friend here after all, I’m pretty sure I can do the same to you,” he chuckled darkly, “Here, I’ll even prove it.”

Bending forward once again, he dipped his hand back down into the tank; swiftly wrapping his fingers around the squeaking mouse and snatching her up with a dark chuckle. His crimson eyes then turned to you as he flashed a devilish grin, “Can’t forget about you either, wouldn’t want you to feel left out.” Before you could react, his hand had already enveloped your view. You felt those black, silken-furred digits curl around your body in a tight, constricting grip as that overwhelming hand lifted you effortlessly from your temporary prison with ease.

With a satisfied grin, he carried you both over to his bed and carelessly dumped you onto a set of warm, soft sheets. His scent permeated around you; an alluring, curious and indescribable aroma that hijacked your every breath. It wasn’t bad—not even close, but the feeling that scent welled up in you evoked something similar to when you saw his mouth for the first time; a disturbing feeling that you’d be okay with whatever happened to you as long as he was the one that did it.

You quickly snapped back to attention as he pounced onto the bed; a swift, athletic maneuver which should have been illegal for someone his size (relatively anyway) that bounced both you and the rodent a few perilous feet into the air before you came crashing down. He loomed over like a night sky as he rose up onto all fours with his hands slamming down to your left and her right. His eyes shifted back and forth between you and the mouse, observing the both of you—no, it was more like he was appraising the both of you; as if he was wondering who to devour first. Your suspicions were correct as his stomach groaned overhead; a heavy rumbling noise akin to a booming roar of a thunderstorm. The Umbreon then dipped his head lower; his nose twitching and wiggling as a rush of air gusted from behind you. He was sniffing the both of you while his towering form thundered with a warm purr.

His ears perked, and his eyes brightened, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as he let out a “Ooh!” of surprise. His attention shifted to the mouse; pressing that button nose into her soft torso as he drew in her scent. “Looks like this rodent came with some extra flavoring. A vanilla creme of some sort?” He whispered over her; the poor mouse responding with panicked squirms and squeaks against his warm, humid, heavy breath rolling over her. “Never imagined a mouse could be so…sweet. They usually have meatier flavors to them,” rumbled the Umbreon, his mouth parting just enough to allow the tip of that ringed tongue to peek out and drag along the rodent’s body. The poor mouse shivered and twitched as the end of that hot, slippery organ slid along her exposed legs and up along her bare torso. She turned her head to the side as it moved up towards her face; letting out a fearful moan as it dragged over her cheek and sensitive ears.

The Umbreon’s head shifted back; his lips parting further to unfurl more of that saliva-slicked, black and yellow tongue while moving to redouble his efforts in his tasting of the rodent. He pressed it flat against her despite her protests and slowly dragged it up along her body with a thorough, exaggerated lick; like a cat grooming another. He licked her repeatedly. Over and over. Again and again. Slathering and worming that tongue all over the mouse’s form, lapping at her hungrily with the occasional smooch and suckle at her head and torso; the Umbreon clearly enjoying the sweet flavor she had to offer. He left her utterly drenched in his thick, slimy, sticky saliva; her fur utterly matted down with Umbreon drool. Then in one swift movement, his head dipped back once again; now wrapping his lips around her legs and slurping her up half way into his maw with a warm purr of delight.

“S-stop!” Cherry moaned out with a bright flush at her cheeks—the poor mouse dangling upside-down betwixt the Umbreon’s lips. She pushed at his upper lip helplessly with one hand while stretching out the other towards you, looking at you in desperation as if you were her last hope.

Bolting to your feet, you quickly grabbed hold of her arm with both hands in an attempt to pull her free from those hungry jaws but there was hardly a chance it’d be that easy. With every tug on your end, the giant creature slurped back in response; the poor mouse’s body jerking suddenly as she was pulled back with those playful suckles.

A blast of warm air rushed over you as the Umbreon scoffed; his eyes settling upon you with an amused, playful glint—clearly entertained by your silly rescue attempt.

He began to lift his head as he shifted into a sitting position, dragging the mouse upward from he bed and pulling you along with her as he continued to gleefully slurp at her lower body. Within a single moment you were dangling high above the bed and the bree’s now outstretched legs, with gravity now serving as an enemy to your loosening grip.

Much to your surprise, the pokemorph’s silken-furred and cushy padded hand rushed upward to take hold of you and keep you level with the suckling lips that were drawing your friend into that cavernous abyss of a maw. You tried pulling once more, resuming the futile tug of war; using Cherry’s panicked face, now a mix of both fear and pleasure (leaving you to wonder just what exactly that tongue was doing), as motivation. But with every pull on your end, the black furred behemoth would pull back with loud, wet audible slurps; his lips having clamped her upper body now, leaving only her head and outstretched arms exposed.

It didn’t take too long for you to realize that you never stood a chance, and that he was just toying with the both of you. But it didn’t stop you. You kept trying to pull her free. Even after he slurped her up to her head and most of her arms, giving you very little to work with; you pulled. You heavily engaged with this rigged back-and-forth until you lost your grip entirely and the poor mouse vanished behind those closed dark lips.

The Umbreon gave you a knowing look— a lustful, smug, amused, and partially gleeful look. Those devilish eyes giving off a gaze that told you never had a chance, but he enjoyed every bit of your futile struggle. He slowly raised you above his head; eyes still locked on you as he smiled inwardly. You kept your eyes focused on the movement of his mouth; watching his jaws shift in a steady pattern much like he did with Abel. He was toying with his food once more, savoring her, and he made sure that you were his captive audience. Given the downtime of your reprieve, you could only wonder what it was like in there. Sure—you felt the heat and weight of his breath, you’ve gotten a view of his open maw, ‘But what was it really like?’ You wondered to yourself. How would it feel to be suckled upon? What would it be like to be licked and sampled like some kind of sweet treat?

You supposed you would find out soon enough.

The sudden shifting of his head and sharp movement of his mouth brought you back to attention. You knew exactly what it was. He was ready to swallow. But instead of the swiftness of which he downed the human, he drew this one out further by opening his mouth wide and giving you a front row seat to poor Cherry stuck at the back of his tongue; her lower body already visibly lost to the abyss of his throat.

You stared down at the saliva-drenched mouse—her fur and hair a total mess both—staring down at her panicked face as even now she reached her arm to you; a wordless impossible request. There was no way you could save her from this fate.

*Ulp!*

An open mouthed swallow. The giant ringed bastard really wanted you to watch this. He wanted you to watch that first gulp pull her down slightly, but not enough to drag her all the way. No doubt he was doing his on purpose, just so you could see her sink into the unseen depths that was his gullet. He then shut his jaws sharply and lowered you toward his neck; pressing you right up against that soft-furred throat.

*Gulp!*

He gulped. Harder. More deliberate this time. He was done toying with the mouse, it was your turn to be the plaything. He pressed you firmly against his neck, forcing you to feel the wriggling lump that was Cherry sliding down against you as those squishy muscles pushed her downwards until she was deposited into his stomach. Adding insult to the injury was that you could faintly hear her squeal all the way down; a loud cry quickly lowering in volume as she sank down from within the beast—a shriek that faded with distance.

“And then there was one,” purred the Umbreon, grinning towards you, “Though that mouse girl is gonna be pretty hard to beat. She was one of the most delicious things I’ve had in a while. Not that the human was bad or anything,” he snickered while patting his stomach. He gazed down at you, easily noticing the empty expression on your face. He tiled his head in mock curiosity and grinned brightly, “What’s that look for? Feeling left out? Or do you miss them already? Cause you don’t need to worry, they’re not too far away.”

With a pleased chuckle, he brought his hand up against his stomach with you in tow; pressing his palm flat against your body while covering you completely with the entirety of that soft, warm extremity and leaving you in a fuzzy darkness with nothing but the sounds of his stomach. Among the groans and gurgles of his inner workings however, were the faint shouts and shrieks of the pair trapped inside. For the time being, they were okay; but as for how long…well…you didn’t really want to think about it.

“Can you hear them?” A slightly muffled voice boomed from above, followed by a slight belly shaking laugh and a short belch. “They sure are lively in there. It just gets me all riled up thinking about those little morsels inside of me.”

His body then shook all around you with a vibrating purr as his fingers shifted to curl around you once more, lifting you back into the air high above his smirking face. Those digits slowly loosened around you, now leaving you held by only his thumb and index finger. You dangled freely from what seemed like over 100 feet in the air; your legs kicking desperately from the sheer subconscious panic of fight-or-flight. You couldn’t believe this was happening.

That curious tongue slid across his lips. Those devious eyes gave off a lustful glow. Even though his visage took up most of your view, you easily noticed the shuffling of his other arm as his hand dipped below his thighs. He was playing with himself. He wasn’t just enjoying this. He was getting off to it.

You couldn’t tell if you should feel disgusted or honored. On one hand, he devoured people with no regard to their lives. You were all nothing to him, just Pokemon food. On the other hand, the very idea you added to this overwhelming beast’s enjoyment gave you a strange sense of pride; as if you were serving something far greater and far beyond yourself.

You quickly shook your head. What was WRONG with you? What did he do to you?!

“Now don’t be like that,” his voice boomed from below, “I promise you this will be an unforgettable experience. It’ll be something that’ll stick with you forever. It’ll remain within your dreams, it’ll be embedded into your soul. I won’t digest you, you’ll be a part of me, and it’ll be utterly painless. So settle down. Or don’t. The squirming makes it much more fun,” he snickered, biting his lower-lip before slowly drawing those teeth back into his mouth and opening wide; giving a clear view of that wet, humid and glowing abyss.

You weren’t sure what he was talking about, but it didn’t make you feel any less confused. Still, the view into that maw was just as hypnotic as it was before. His soft, dark lips, those deadly teeth, those thin pillars of saliva and that black, glowing ring-patterned tongue; something about that sight just pulled at you, reaching deep within to draw out a desire you didn’t know you had. You wanted him to eat you, you wanted him to do anything to you. So long as it brought him pleasure.

And finally, the moment came.

With a hot, delighted moan on his behalf, you were deposited into his mouth; dumped right into that warm, soft and squishy organ. You quickly scrambled over onto your stomach, taking a quick last view of the world outside before the creature’s jaws snapped shut; teeth colliding with a loud *clack!* to signify that you were trapped within.

The yellow rings of that tongue gave off a soft glow, illuminating the darkness of that cavernous maw. That curiously colored organ undulated underneath you; the squishy surface shifting, rocking and rolling as the massive Umbreon delighted in your flavor. You slammed your tiny fists against that controlling muscle in some far-fetched hope that it would accomplish something, but all in resulted in was another booming groan filling that hungry cave as that tongue rose upwards and pressed you against the rugged roof of the pokemorph’s mouth.

It slid back and forth against you; gliding gleefully along your body and face while coating your form in that sticky saliva. Despite your peril, you couldn’t help but find it rather pleasurable, especially when it pressed and rubbed along your groan; causing you to squirm and tremble in a surprising rush of lustful enjoyment. Whether he was doing it on purpose or not didn’t matter at all in the moment—with that tongue overwhelming you, with those enjoyable groans filling your ear, with his heated breath hijacking your every sharpened gasp, with his drool clinging to and warming your body while the pressure of his suckling squeezed at you; every aspect of your physical being felt dominated by him.

And you loved it.

Unable to resist him any longer, you creamed yourself against his tongue. Your body spasmed delightfully in orgasm as pleased chuckles rose up from the depths of his throat. You weren’t allowed the reprieve of any afterglow as his maw rapidly filled up with saliva in preparation to swallow; submerging you within the viscous liquid.

Then, as if caught in an ocean’s tide, all that Umbreon drool rushed down his throat; dragging you along with it. You plunged down into his tight, squishy gullet—just like Abel and Cherry before you; those powerful muscles squeezing all around you as the pushed downward with one firm shove after another, working in perfect tandem with the dark furred beast gulping you down.

You plunged down into his stomach, landing in a splash of juices between the two ladies; reunited with them in the most hellish of circumstances. And there the three of you were, left in the creature’s stomach to ponder your own devices, wondering what fate was left in store for you.

If there was any solace, it’s the knowledge it wouldn’t be a painful death at least.