File type: Text File (.txt) [Download]
-----------------------------------------
Eaten By... Keon

You weren't quite sure how you managed to get into this mess. Here you were, stranded in the depths of a Mystery Dungeon, and you've had to flee from every Pokemon that laid their hungry eyes on you, seeing as you weren't much of a fighter to begin with. Each one gleamed with predatory eyes whenever their gaze caught sight of you, leaving you to run away over and over, getting deeper still.

You'd only meant to take a relaxing walk among the Sinnoh forest paths, when you accidently stumbled beyond the boundary of a dungeon entrance, without so much as noticing a thing until you realized that the paths had turned to corridors, which you thought strange for a forest. Having been told about what these dungeons were all about, being entirely random layouts, you weren't confident in your ability to navigate safely out. And thus far, you hadn't seen anything that would help you escape this place.

In the little info you did glean from a conversation with a travelling rescue team, you'd heard that if a non-rescue mon got stuck in a dungeon, it was in their best interest to locate an Escape Orb, an item that allowed for the immediate withdrawal from any dungeon, no matter how deep they were, but as of yet, you'd only seen berries and seeds.

Your latest prospective hunter came in the form of a rather hungry Quagsire. The mud fish splashing up from one of the dungeon's internal lakes and giving you a smile that told you it was waiting for a new meal to stumble into its territory. Stepping back, you turned and fled, with the Quag lumbering right behind you, spewing out Water Guns to knock you down for an easy snare.

Winding through corridors, you eventually rushed out into an open room, when suddenly you felt something trip you underfoot, sending you faceplanting into the dungeon's ground with a heavy grunt. Glancing back, you would find your oppressor; a Trip Trap. You'd heard that some dungeons had traps that were meant to derail and slow down rescue teams, but also mess with outsiders.

Hasting to try and get up, you'd find it was too late, the Quagsire having caught up and pinned you underneath its bulk with a Body Slam, its thick tail waggling excitedly, the predator licking over its smooth lips, leaning over and slurping wetly along the back of your head, eliciting a whine from you, as your eyes widened, seeing the Quag's toothless maw gape and slowly come down...

You clenched your eyes shut, awaiting the slimy trip that was to come, when suddenly the weight was knocked off of you, with the Quagsire squealing out in pain. You waited a few moments, before peeking an eye open, rolling to see the Quagsire was limping off with a heavy set of injuries. Confused, you glanced around the room, until your eyes came to rest on your savior; a Grovyle. The wood gecko Pokemon was panting heavily after fending the mud fish off with what you garnered as Frenzy Plant given he wasn't moving for the moment.

"Hfff... Haff... Are you.. Alright..?" the reptile huffed out, recuperating his energy as he slowly sauntered over to you, offering a paw to help you up. "You're lucky my team leader had me off on solo jobs today, else I wouldn't have run into you." he spoke, gripping your reaching paw and helping you to your feet.

You blinked at the grass type, noting he was a bit taller than the average Grovyle. You asked him what he meant by solo jobs, as well as why he was taller than normal. "Ah.. Well by solo jobs, I mean just that; missions where each individual member of the team takes on their own tasks for the day. And as for why I'm slightly bigger. Not every Grovyle grows up to be the same height." he chuckled. "Enough about that, my name's Keon, I'm a member of Team Aura Storm. What's yours?"

After telling Keon your name, and explaining you weren't paying attention and wound up in the dungeon, the gecko chuckled softly. "It's not the first time I've heard a story like yours. I take it you want to be out of here as quickly as possible then?"

You would nod, anxiously eager to be free of this dungeon and all of its predators, the gecko patting your shoulder, retreiving his rescue badge from his bag. "Stick close, and try not to get queasy. Not sure how often you've been teleported, after all." You wouldn't get a chance to question what he meant by that, as his badge shimmered, leaving your duo to warp out of the dungeon.

Ending up at the perimeter of the entrance, you let out a soft groan, shaking your head. "I did give you fair warning. Sorry if it's not too pleasant." you assured Keon it was okay, asking what he was going to do now. "Ah, well now that I've rescued you, I should report back to my team. I've already been over several jobs today, so I think it's time to turn them in."

You asked him where he was heading, the Grovyle chuckling softly. "Back to Clearspring. Have you heard of it?" you'd shake your head, never hearing of such a place before. "Oh, well in that case, would you like to come back with me? You can rest your laurels for a bit before you head for home, or wherever it is you tend to go during the evening."

You admitted you didn't really have a set home, being more of a wanderer than anything, Keon blinking as you explained. "Mmh, you know you're not the first traveller I've met either. If that's the case, I must insist you at least visit Clearspring, it's a lovely little town with a flourishing community. It's also a place where one can find lodging, food, and even more."

Giving the gecko a smile, you'd need, agreeing to travel with him. "Excellent! Stick close, if you would. Wouldn't want you falling into another dungeon along the way." he chuckled, teasing slightly. "That Quagsire would've had quite a lunch had I not arrived when I did, huh?" you nodded, but deep in the back of your mind, part of you blushed, remembering the slimy wet sensation of the mud fish's tongue lapping your head.

You'd be snapped out of your daze by Keon calling as he headed back. "Hey, are you just going to stand there, or are we going?" shaking your head, you'd follow the gecko, apologizing for zoning out, being deep in thought. "Ah yes, quite alright, I just hope you don't overthink the day's events." he noted, leading you through the wooded paths.

Eventually, you'd find yourself entering through a gate into a majestic sight; the town of Clearspring. Your eyes widened, seeing all the buildings, the denizen Pokemon, the community. Keon wasn't kidding when he said it was a thriving place to be, expressing your admitted excitement. "Heh, I told you, didn't I?~ This place is a slice of enjoyment for any weary traveller."

You'd blink, reveling in the sensation of being in such a place, the gecko bringing you around, showing off the sights. "Over there are the Spa and local Dojo, you can guess what those are.. Then we have the most recent Clearspring addition in the Game Corner. We've also got the Market Square, for buying items, orbs, seeds, TMs, you name it, they probably stock it."

You'd simply nod, seeing the locals going about their business, before your gaze came to a green-roofed place called 'The Den'. You'd blink, asking Keon just what that was. "The Den? Ah.. That's.. Well.." he rubbed the back of his head in slight nervousness. "It's ah.. A place for one to.. 'Let loose' so to speak. Unleash their innermost desires, predatory or otherwise.."

At the term predatory, your eyes lit up with interest, asking him what he meant by that. "Well. The main business of the Den, far as I'm aware anyway, is for predators and prey to enjoy their instinctual desires in a safe environment, said safety being ensured by Reviver Seeds, if you know what those are. If not.." You'd hold up a paw, informing Keon you'd heard about Revivers and their effects. "Ah, well glad to hear it."

Your thoughts would be swimming for the rest of the tour, dwelling on what sort of predator action could happen in such a place.. Keon's voice barely registering as he explained the rest of the buildings. The cafe, the inn, the library, the rescue team bases.. After quite a while, the gecko would stop, turning to look at you, speaking up to grab your attention. "Are you okay? You're looking a little lost in thought."

Blinking, you'd realize he was right, softly blushing, shaking your head, admitting there was definitely something on your mind. "Ahh, I see. Let me guess, you're thinking about the Den, right?" the soft smirk that formed on the Grovyle's muzzle told you he was quite observant, finding your voice lost for words. "Don't worry so much about it, I can tell when someone's preoccupied with something so enticing. I've been there a few times myself, and I can say this much; it's as exciting as you think it is."

You found it surprising that so professional a Pokemon would even associate himself with such a.. 'Colorful' place, to say the least. You'd nudge Keon about what his experiences were like. "Had my first predatory and preyish experience there, actually.. Before that, I'd only seen numerous vore instances." he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "Have you ever had thoughts like that, though?"

Your mind raced back to that wet, slimy slurp from the Quagsire.. And you shivered softly, nodding furiously. "You have, then? Well.." the smirk broadened on the gecko's face as he pat your shoulder. "Why don't we adjourn to the Den and you can tell me all about it?" that offer had your cheeks rosing a deep red, nodding softly again. "Good, good, let's get you settled."

Following Keon into the den's entrance, the gecko set some Poke on the front desk, the fee for both himself and you, being waved onwards to the back area, coming into a corridor with a few rooms; 'The Punishment Room' and 'The Hunger Room' sticking out prominently. Keon leading you through the latter. "And here it is, the centerpiece of the majority of voraciousness in Clearspring."

Your eyes would be shining with fascination, glancing among the large room with the bar sitting along the right wall. All manner of Poke-patrons involved in some mannerism of vorish activity or another. Your gaze was fixated on the doors in the back, Keon sensing your question before you could even ask. "Yes, those back rooms are for more private one-on-one pred-prey interactions. It's in one of those rooms I had my first taste.." the gecko sighed, remembering fondly. "Quite delightful to be sure."

You'd find yourself growing more curious, posing the question of how far things could go. "Hooh.. To tell you the truth? I don't think there's any real limit, aside from not having a Reviver.. Why, are you thinking about 'cutting loose' a bit today?" the return query weighed heavily for several moments. Before your light blush returned, nodding to the gecko.. And then asking if he would take the honor of being the pred of choice.

"Me?? You want.. Uhh.. Well.. To be fair, I don't have any objection but.. You sure you want me? I mean I'm not exactly the most stretchy predator.." he seemed to think for a moment. "Well, I say that, but there is a way around it." you would prod the gecko instantly about it, eager to know. "Ah, have a little patience, and a look at this."

Reaching into his bag, the Grovyle took out an unusual berry with blue minus-signs decorating it. "This is a Minun berry. It's a fairly rare berry that has the capability to reduce its consumer's size. The change varies depending on how much is eaten at once. Say if you took half a bite of it, you'd probably have your size cut in half, but even then-"

You'd interrupt Keon and take the berry from his grasp, looking it over, asking if he was serious about it. "Hah, well why don't we grab a private room so you can find out?~" he smirked, leading you to one of the unoccupied back areas. Your heart was starting to race from the exciting prospect..

Following Keon into the empty back room, it was a simple layout, a bed for a predator to rest on, tend to prey in their belly, and a large cushion on the floor for the interaction to take place. "Are you sure about this? Once you eat that berry, I'll likely be treating you as nothing more than a small morsel to be consumed.~" Keon teased, licking over his lips softly.

Seeing that slender reptilian tongue sent a quiver down your spine, nodding as you popped the whole berry in your mouth, chewing over it for several moments, before swallowing. Shortly after, a shiver spread through your body, the room and Keon growing around you.. But in fact you were shrinking down. Watching the soon-towering gecko as his gaze fixated on you, leaving you blushing harder. Admitting to a bit of nervousness, but it was quite alright.

"Glad to hear you're settling to the difference well." Keon struck a more teasing smirk on his muzzle. "It occurs to me that you secretly had this desire since that Quagsire sunk its tongue into the fur adorning your head, isn't that so?~" you'd let out a squeak, blushing madly, whining and asking how he could tell. "In my team I'm known as the 'Logical Thinker'. Ergo, I can see things my other companions can't. It was quite obvious when I mentioned it after taking you out. I just chose not to nudge you about it, and wait for you to confess to your admiration of it."

You swear from the wink Keon gave that he was just teasing and drawing you into this scenario, just so he can taunt you further with the prospect of devourment. Pouting only slightly, you murmured something, Keon only chuckling as he leaned in. "Well.. Seeing as you're bite-sized even to me.. I think it's time you understood what the Den's really about.. Good timing too." at that, the Grovyle's stomach gave a deep grumbling groan. "I was just getting hungry..~"

Shivering more with excitement, your eyes would widen seeing Keon's maw part above you.. Yet he didn't lean in to scoop you up. You questioned what he had planned. "Patience, little treat.. You'll see." winking again, you stood waiting.. Suddenly you'd feel a slight breeze.. Like a soft suction, almost. Glancing around, you'd soon deduce it was coming from Keon's gaping maw.

Before you could ask what he was doing, the suction grew stronger, sweeping and sucking you off your feet, squeaking as you were launched up and sent SQUISHING into the Grovyle's wet maw, Keon closing his muzzle shut, deeply churring as you smushed against his slick, reptilian tongue. "Mmmmnhh.. You're delicioush by the way..~" the gecko rumbled out, now asserting his predatory dominance by suckling and squeezing you about.

You'd be left whining and wriggling in vain, the powerful mawflesh kneading and sloshing over your tiny few-inches large body, paning as you tried gripping the slick muscle, but found the saliva far too viscous to get any sort of hold, causing the lizard to moan softly, slurping and soaking you further in that warm drool. "Hhhhhh.. Hope it's not too humid in there for you.. It'll only get denser soon enough." Keon warned, the maw tilting as he leaned his head up, sending your form sliding towards his slick, pulsing throat.

Squirming ever slightly more, the squelching wet flesh embraced you with a resounding GLOURRULK.. Kneading the slick fleshy tunnel over you in ripples, swallowing your micro form down, and leaving quite a lovely imprint on Keon's neck, the gecko moaning louder, rubbing softly over your bulge, glucking slowly, but strong and deeply, coaxing you deeper..

The inside of the fleshy throat tunnel was quite warm and humid. Yet you barely sweated at all, it feeling like a soft mist-drenched rainforest the deeper you descended into the predatory Grovyle. The soft thud-thrum.. thud-thrum.. of Keon's heart pulsing loud, but gently as you passed his chest, soon squelching against a more wet, snug sphincter; the entrance to Keon's gurgling, churning stomach..

"Mmmnhh.. Seems you've arrived in the 'wetlands'..~" the gecko softly chuckled, teasing more.. Glurrrlk..~ one more heavy swallow sent your form splorching, oozing through the sphincter, dumping you out into the silken-soft, grurururrgling gecko belly eagerly awaiting your arrival, sploshing into a small pool of warmly-bubbling gastric slimes, the humidity was more dense in here, but nevertheless it felt soothing and relaxing, leaving you sighing deep, blushing in appreciation, giving a squishing pat to the gut walls.

"Ahhh.. Most satisfying.. I really do have to thank you for this." Keon churred out deep, patting over his stomach a few times, a deep grrnnnn.. bubbling, a rush of air surging up his throat.. "Urrrrrrp!" the cool-headed wood gecko sighed deeply, a light blush coating his cheeks as he shuffled to the bed, clambering on and laying back, resting a paw on his churning, bubbling belly. "I trust you're comfortable in there? Ah and before I forget, here's your Reviver Seed."

Another faint glrk sounded, followed by the seed splurtching out into the stomach with you. You'd call up to Keon, confirming it arrived, rubbing into the slick, rippling belly folds, listening to the chorus of gurgles, churns, glorps, and sloshes, forming a gastric symphony of lovely noise while you rested, entirely at Keon's mercy, thanking him once again.

"Mmmmh, not a problem little fellow." he smiled at his gut, relaxing further, licking your taste off his lips. "Hope that wasn't too much of a surprise getting sucked up like that. Normally that's how I perform Giga Drain. Buuut I've recently been experimenting with the suction in.. 'other' ways, as you can see.~" you assured the gecko it was quite exhilerating, giggling and settling in as his stomach slimes continued pooling and bubbling.

"Hyahh.. Well good, you just rest easy now, my belly may be a bit rough, but it should still be soothing enough to sleep in. See you after you reform..." Keon grinned one last time, lidding his eyes for a short nap, listening to his stomach work over his prey's body. "My tasty snack...~"