(pokemon pred, hardvore)
You gaze at the oblivious, half-dazed Flaaffy for a moment in morbid fascination. Her fattened gut and plump womanhood are almost impossible to ignore. Not because they are desirable... but because they are prominent. They speak of a creature that could only be sated by a mate far larger than you, and only be sustained by a small mountain of food. Case in point, the fruit.
Speaking of which... the mountain of fruit is a welcome opportunity. Both as a vantage point, and as a meal. You climb on top of it and manage to get a look at the field. To your delight, you find that you aren't too far from the fruit patch... and that many plants lie there, ripe for the taking, their stalks and the surrounding soft soil providing ample cover.
Not wanting to get spotted, you slide forward off of the fruit pile and land on the ground below, on the side opposite the Flaaffy. The scent of the creature's gas, although still present is fainter here, the opposite side of the fruit pile having clearly having borne the brunt of the creature's putrid fart. You turn towards a nearby berry and reconsider your decision for all of a moment before digging in. You find the fruit to be delicious, in spite of the scent of the fart somewhat souring your meal.
As you ravenously chew at the flesh of the fruit for several minutes, you realize that shrinking is not without its perks. A single fruit could sustain you for weeks! Perhaps it might get old eventually... but with the farm likely offering several other berries, there's no shortage of options. It briefly crosses your mind that your gameplan is essentially no different from a common farm vermin... but that thought is washed away by a flood of fruity goodness.
It's only when an Oran berry falls off the pile and very nearly misses smashing down onto you that you regain your alertness. Looking up, you see the Flaafy reaching forward and grabbing at the newly fallen berry. The sheep pokemon stands up and proceeds to bring the Berry towards her maw before turning her attention at you. Your body, covered in berry juice. She shoves the Oran Berry into her mane before leaning forward, looking at you with a mix of confusion and irritation. You wave up to her nervously.
"Um. Hi. I guess these fruits are yours? I'm sorry but i couldn't help myself but share. Hey. Have you ever seen a human before? I'm a human, but I'm...
The Flaaffy looks at you blankly before her expression shifts to a halfhearted smile. She reaches forward and grabs you with a handpaw before you can even finish explaining yourself. You are met with a dizzying blur of motion and an unsettling tingling in your belly as you ascend before her muzzle. The gigantic sheep Pokemon brings you up towards her face and proceeds to...sniff...at you. After several awkward seconds of her aggressively sniffing at your body, she lowers you down and thrusts you face-first into her cottony wool.
As your body plunges into the wall of white fluff, yo are met with an overwhelming static sensation. It's a series of thousands of minor pops and crackles and stings that, individually, would be beneath your notice. Combined, however, they result in a sensation not unlike being punched repeatedly from every angle.
Mercifully, the static pain fades after a few seconds. You twitch and groan meekly, still shellshocked from the sudden impact . You find yourself shaking about as the Flaaffy lifts up another berry and shoves it into another spot in her wool, then repeats it with one more. Soon enough, you hear the telltale rumblings of her hindlegs' hoof-like feet trampling against the grass and soil.
For now, you content yourself to rest. You have been found not be a predator, but a cute, shapely female Pokemon, one who has quickly taken a liking to you. A liking enough to keep you on her person! You find yourself planning out your next bit of spoken dialogue with her. Perhaps she could share food with you, possibly even get you to a human for assistance. That is, if the humans here can be trusted at all. And so you lie there as the tubby Pokemon stomps her way back to the stables with your body in tow. You do not question her intentions.
When she arrives at the stables, she briefly pats at you to check if you are still there... and then, to your surprise, proceeds to ignore you. She simply sits in place on a shallow pile of hay, her back against a wooden wall. You attempt to call out to her, to attempt to start a discussion, to let her know that it might be better if she takes you out of her mane... only, you find that her cottony wool may not be stifling enough to prevent you from breathing, but it's certainly enough to muffle your voice. Your little squeaks, not really noisy in the first place, are reduced to tiny mffs that go completely unheard.
Frustrated, you begin to twitch about in an attempt to break free. But twitch is all that you can manage. It's then that you realize that you can barely move a muscle. The potent static electricity in her wool has left you completely paralyzed. You are just as stuck as a fly caught in a spider's web. Possibly moreso. When the Flaaffy wakes up, surely she will take you out and give you a chance to talk to her. You just have to wait.
And wait you do. The awkwardness of your position, combined with the pervasive scent of farm animals ...chiefly the Flaaffy, though other creatures contribute to the nuanced aroma of the barn, are enough to keep you up for over an hour. But, as it turns out, when you are deprived of any other option of waiting and resting, finding sleep isn't all that difficult.
When you wake up, the Flaaffy is already in motion. The giant Pokemon Sluggishly stomps across the field... strange. Is she just going about her day as if you aren't there? Has she forgotten you? You begin to shout for help... and although your cries are muffled, you manage to shout loud enough to get her attention. The Flaaffy does indeed respond... by flooding her wool with a fresh wave of electricity. Pops and crackles can be heard as an intensifying wave of static assaults your body, and you find yourself too weak to scream.
For a moment, you struggle to put two and two together. But then it hits you. The Oran berry... she shoved it into her wool too. Just like she shoved you in there. You had initially thought she was storing you here to transport you... but if that were the case, she would have taken you out once she arrived at the stables. But that would mean... your mind refuses to complete the thought, though your body already has, judging by the pain in your gut. There's a word for what Flaaffy is doing to you.
It's called "caching."
She was perfectly full, too much so to eat you when you first met. So she stored you away for later. But she's a herbivore. No... that means little in the animal world. There are many obligate carnivores, but there are few obligate herbivores. Many herbivores would devour a prey animal if it were particularly weak, stupid, and seemingly safe to eat. You managed to check all three boxes. Your instincts ignite and you begin a desperate struggle to break free, but it is too late. You cannot even begin to overcome the static of the Flaaffy's wool.
After two hours of horrifying, knowing helplessness, you are finally seized up by the Flaaffy, her digits pinching around your ankles, plucking you loose from her wool, and bringing you down onto a pile of leaves. She quickly rolls one around your body, rendering you into a primitive salad wrap meal. Her digits seize around the edges of the leaf, pinching over your ankles and head, and she quickly brings you before her maw. Her hot breath, a vile potpourri of animal odors , unappetizing barnyard plants, and a mocking hint of delicious fruits floods over you. Stunned, defeated, pinned, and bound, all you can do is wait for your demise and lament your naivete.
The Flaaffy's maw opens wide. She pushes you forward, saliva dripping onto the leaf, her hot, mushy tongue sweeping you into her maw. Darkness follows. You are sloshed around for a few moments, still hoping that this is all some misunderstanding. Perhaps it is a kiss gone wrong. Perhaps...
You feel a hardness beneath you. You are currently resting atop a row of firm, flat, herbivorous teeth.
"No! Wait! Please. I'm a human. I didn't. I never..."
The Flaaffy's top row of teeth smash down onto you, breaking practically every bone in your body, including your skull, in one go. She smashed your body flat with all the casual indifference one might crunch a carrot. The only part your status as a (vermin-tier) human played in your fate was moving you ahead in the queue. You were more likely to escape than an Oran Berry, at least. Though it turns out the difference was largely academic.
The Flaaffy gulps you down along with the curled up leaf, then promptly munches on several more. Your body takes several hours to digest, but eventually it gives way. What's left of it winds up as nothing more than a tiny shit stain on the gluttonous sheep Pokemon's pucker , though a bit of you did manage to make it to the soil. Given the vast scale of the farm, it's over a week before anyone finds the turd and has the where withall to dispose of it
YOU DIED
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