You have always had a plan in mind for if you ever decided to do something like this; take the Pokemon out with an ice fang to the neck before they even saw it coming, and then prepare the meat into a delicious roasted feast. However, another thought was dominated your clouded mind; what if you swallowed her whole, just like the charizard had? Was that even possible? The lopunny was almost your size… but you’d swallowed huge objects in the past, so it might be possible to gulp her down. Couldn’t hurt to try, right?
You were bursting with excitement as you snuck up behind your prey, knowing that the lopunny’s existence would soon come to an end, one way or another. She was always annoyingly bubbly and optimistic for your taste, even compared to the other denizens of the forest. She’d serve much better as meat in your belly. Just as you were about to pounce, she noticed you in her peripheral vision. “Oh, hello!” She said, not even bothering to turn around and look at you as she continued bending over to pick at the grass, giving you an enchanting view. “I’m sorry, were you going to pick these berries?”
You were surprised that she noticed you, but only grinned when you realized she was still unaware. “... no,” you reply, deadpan.
She seems to perk up as she recognizes your voice. “Oh! Floatzel, it’s you,” she says, as if she’s had something she wanted to say. She wipes her hands as she finishes up her harvesting work, talking sadly as she turned to you. “Listen, I heard about what happened, and I wanted to express my condolences-” Her sentence stopped suddenly, as she looked down at your crotch. Her eyes widened and she blushed fiercely, as if she had just seen something she shouldn’t have. “Oh, uh… I’m sorry, I think I should go…”
“Nonsense,” you smile cordially, hugging the lopunny close, your burning, hard shaft pressing up against her unbelievably soft fur. “Wasn’t there something you were going to say?”
She looked stunned by your forwardness, but not frightened. You remember that she’s been single for as long as you can remember. Maybe she’s been fantasizing about something like this? “... I… just wanted to say...” She stuttered, blushing and gasping at the feeling of your member. “I’m sorry what happened to vaporeon… a-and… if there’s anything you need…”
“There is something I needed, actually,” you smile, before bringing the lopunny’s head lower. She thinks you were going to bring her to your crotch, but instead, you pressed her head against your empty belly. It gurgled loudly, signifying your hunger. “My belly hasn’t gotten a real meal in… forever, actually. And I think I’ve found just the solution.” She looks confused for a moment, before she gazes up and notices the deeply hungry look in your eyes. She seemed to realize your attention, trying to push away from your big, gurgling belly.
“What? Let go!” She said, trying futilely to break free from your grasp, but it was far too late. You stretched your jaws as wide as you could on such short notice, forcing the Pokemon’s head inside your maw before they are able to call for help. “Mmph!” is all her muffled voice can yell from within the confines, her immense ears pressed against the top of your mouth. Just having her head in your mouth filled you with a profound sense of domination, but there was still the matter of fitting her down your throat. You grab onto her arms, restraining them against her sides as you attempt to force her head into your neck. You’d swallowed watmel berries; you were sure you could handle this! But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get her to fit.
After about ten minutes of the two of you struggling around the field, you finally manage to fit the lopunny’s head into your throat. The bones of your throat pushed forward, making room for your meal and displaying an ample bulge in your neck. If your mouth wasn’t full, you would cheer in celebration. This just might be possible! Your throat muscles grab onto her with a vice-like grip, undulating around her snout powerfully as she roll her further and further into your body. Luckily, the lopunny doesn’t seem to have any shoulders to speak of, so it should all get easier from here. Even though she’s roughly your height, she’s much lighter, so you can easily lift her up and let gravity work her further and further down your throat.
She finds herself descending with terrifying speed, every moment sending her a few centimeters closer to her doom. The excitement in your mind dulled as you were forced to deal with the reality of the situation; forcing live, squirming prey down your neck was much more difficult than swallowing berries. It took another twenty minutes to just force her in up to her elbows, which had the added bonus of restricting her arms to her side, preventing her from pulling away. At this point, her head disappeared behind your chest, and her chances of escaping were looking dimmer and dimmer. After a half hour of work total, the hardest part was over; her entire upper body had been stuffed, bit by bit, into your throat, her head finally entering your stomach, pressed into a pool of noxious liquids.
By now, the only part left of her to swallow was her hips and kicking legs, still hanging in the air from your maw. She was exhausted by this point, made drowsy by the relative lack of oxygen inside of you. At this point, you could do whatever you wanted. You walked over and sat down, leaning against that very same tree as you started pawing yourself off again, licking between your prey’s thighs, sending your tongue all over her delicious, round rump as she kicked her furry legs in the air. The whole experience of swallowing the lopunny had been intoxicating; you honestly just felt light-headed at this point, overwhelmed by it all. You pressed a paw against your belly, realizing you could feel the lopunny’s head inside. You almost chuckled. Looks like it was time to finish this off.
You leaned your head back, letting gravity do the work of finally sliding the last of the lopunny down your throat. This time, the process was much faster, your throat having become accustomed to holding the larger prey. Within only minutes, you finally closed your maw around the lopunny’s feet, sealing her off completely from the outside world. Your heart leaped as you feel her feet beginning to slip down your throat, as her body slowly entered her stomach. You had done it. After all these years of frustration and fantasizing, you had actually devoured another Pokemon… and it was all you had ever imagined and more.
The Pokemon was dropped unceremoniously into your stomach, stretching it out to an impossible size. You rubbed all over it in awe with your paws, feeling more contentment than you’ve ever experienced before. This felt natural… this felt like what you were born to do! You were so enchanted by your belly that you almost forgot about your still burning-hard cock, up until your stomach bulged out to the point that the sensitive skin was pressed against your shaft. You realized that your belly was so tight around your prey, you could feel every contour of her body with your shaft, as your member is pressed up against your own thin skin. Curious, you grind your shaft against your belly for a while, only to shudder with pleasure. Invigorated, you push your belly down and rub your shaft smoothly against it, your cock pressed against the Pokemon you’re holding captive within.
You pant and moan loudly, almost overcome by the sensation. Feeling your prey move against your shaft was unbelievable. You only had to thrust against your belly for a couple minutes before you finally an earth-shattering sense of relief, blowing your load over your full stomach and the grass surrounding you. This was the single greatest orgasm you’ve ever experienced in your life, bar none; and when it was over, you could only fall onto your back on the ground, panting, your energy completely drained.
After languishing in a half-conscious state for a while, you finally get your bearings. The experience almost felt like a dream, but looking down on your belly, you remember that it was very, very real. You stood up on shaky legs, rubbing your stomach with a smile, excited by the knowledge that someone was inside. She doesn't seem to be struggling much, realizing it’s futile; still, you could feel her every tiny movement as she tried to get comfortable in her tight prison.
You're interrupted by the sound of three other Pokemon marching down the path, probably looking for the missing lopunny. You decide not to take any more chances, and leave swiftly, heading home for a little more... privacy..
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