“WELCOME BACK LADIES AND GENTLEMAN TO THE GREAT TOURNAMENT!” The announcer boomed from the stage, identity still unknown. “WE HAVE SOME ROUND 1 ACTION BETWEEN THE GRASS DESTROYER GROVYLE AND THE SHINY ARCANINE!” 


“COMBATANTS TAKE YOUR PLACES!” The announcer said as both of the pokemon walked onto the solid sandstone platform. The random draw was a sunny desert, something Grovyle liked, but Arcanine was not too happy with. The type advantage he had against the grass type was lost in this environment. The visibility in the field was low, but both fighters were ready. Arcanine using his hind legs to push the little sand off, and Grovyle sharpening his leaf blades off of each other. One last time the announcer boomed out “COMBATANTS READY! BEGIN!” 


They were off, Grovyle and Arcanine heading straight towards each other. As they neared, Grovyle’s arms glowed white as he dove towards the ground, shoving them into the ground. Tossing them up at the last second, he threw a wave of sand at the charging dog, covering him and forcing him back.


Hacking and coughing, whole body covered by a layer of sand, Arcanine couldn’t see a thing. The expert Grovyle noticed the predicament his opponent was in and took advantage. He quickly, rushed towards him and hit him with every attack he could. Throwing his opponent across the battlefield as he was helpless trying to catch his balance. “ROUND 1 ACTION FOLKS!” yelled the announcer as Arcanine was being decimated by Grovyle, “NOT EVERY BATTLE IS A CLOSE ONE.”


Arcanine was being beaten down, he knew he couldn’t take much more of this, and he knew he had to come up with something to get the lizard off of him. Getting desperate at this point, he started to wildly breathe fire everywhere. He knew that if he hit Grovyle, he would have enough time to get his bearings. Grovyle jumped back as one of the flames scratched his chest. Quickly adjusting, he leapt to the air right above the dog. He dove down head first, gaining critical speed as he got to the beast. He smashed into Arcanine with a force that knocked the air out of the both of them, with both fighters being sent to the ground.


Arcanine was on his back, shaking his head and wiping his face with his paws, trying to get the rest of the sand off, but the wild motion and gasping for air made the sand go into his mouth, suffocating him. Grovyle sat himself right on the heaving chest of his opponent, “You really think just cause you control a pack back home that you can really hang with the best? This isn’t even fun.”


Grovyle’s blades shined brighter than before, ready for attack when Arcanine moved his head to the side, grabbing a mouthful of sand. Grovyle’s close Fury Cutter was met with a faceful of sand from the dog. Blinded, Grovyle missed his mark and was sent off Arcanine’s body. Deep from within, a large blast of fire rained out from the Fire-Type’s depths and launched straight at his foe, connecting right into his chest. Grovyle was pushed halfway across the field, tumbling to a stop at the perimeter walls. “WHAT A HIT FROM ARCANINE! CAN HE POSSIBLY MOUNT A COMEBACK?”


Flame still reigned out from far away, Grovyle was trying to get back into it, but each blast weakened him more. Arcanine was doing a good job of keeping his foe away from him, getting a nice zone advantage. 


Getting up to his feet once more, he dodged each blast of fire that went near him, trying to get closer with each roll or jump. A rogue flame caught him on the cheek however, stopping the advance. 


Suddenly, Arcanine’s body was covered in flames, and he rushed the grass-type trying to knock him to the ground. Grovyle jumped to the side and threw sand right in the flaming dog’s face. Unfortunately for the lizard, the sand was destroyed under the immense heat, turning into little pellets of glass that fell straight to the ground. Grovyle was now running away, dodging to the side everytime the foe came close. 


        He ran to the corner of the arena with walls on any escape route, he looked back at Arcanine running straight at him and braced for the moment. Right before he was hit, Grovyle jumped high into the air, having Arcanine go head first into the corner. Heading back to the ground, Grovyle stirred up an Energy Ball and launched it at his opponent, using the wall to kick off and get away from the blast.


        A loud blast erupted throughout the arena, the tail end hitting Grovyle, causing him to land right on his back. Both Pokemon were hurt and down, struggling to get up. Arcanine and Grovyle stayed down for the moment, waiting on the other and regaining their strength. Arcanine was the first to get to his feet, with Grovyle close behind. Playing possum, Arcanine tripped over, favoring his left front paw, still near the wall.


        Grovyle took advantage and rushed towards the ‘injured’ warrior, wanting to finish the battle with his X-Scissor. He crossed his arms and leapt up in the air, diving to the ground he slashed down with a powerful force into nothing. He had no time to react as he was sent into the wall with a Fire Blast from behind. Arcanine went back harder and crushed the scorched grass-type into the wall with a relentless flamethrower. Grovyle fell back-first onto the sand floor, with the trademark swirly eyes.


 “GROVYLE IS UNABLE TO CONTINUE, ARCANINE IS THE WINNER! CONTESTANTS CLEAR THE BATTLEFIELD!” Roared the announcer, “NEXT BATTLE WILL BE DRAGONITE VS THE LEGENDARY KELDEO!”


        Grovyle was taken off by tournament officials, while Arcanine walked off into the lockers, albeit limping. As soon as he entered his door and got situated with a nice Full Heal, he heard a knock on his door. “Ugh, Come In!” He yelled out to whoever it could be. The door opened and in came an official looking Beartic, fully dressed in tournament clothing. Walking in he said, “Congratulations on winning in the first round of the tournament! Now since you have never competed here before I’ll need you to sign a few things before we hand your opponent over to you.” 


        “Well,” Said the Arcanine, lifting up one of his paws, “I can’t really sign, you see?” 


        “Nonsense!” Laughed out the Beartic, taking something from his pocket and opening it. “Put your paw on this and then press, here, here, and here.” As Arcanine obliged the Beartic packed up and started to leave, “Good, now have fun with your toy, losers need to be punished, and you seem like a good punisher.” Beartic then closed the door behind him, but as soon as it shut and Arcanine got comfortable again, he heard another knock.


        “Goddamnit, what do you need me to sign now?” Arcanine said, as a Gengar floated through. He looked like any other Gengar, except for one distinguishing feature, a scar over his right eye, just like the Pikachu he saw earlier. “Ok, I’ve been seeing you scarred eye fucks all around here, what do you want?”


        “Hurtful, you’re not that good at making first impressions are you?” Said the Gengar, feigning shock. “Now what if I told you I have a proposition for you? Would you be interested?”


        Arcanine pondered the question for a moment and replied, “Depends on what your offering, I’m not gonna take a loss for your friends however.”


        A smile came over the Gengar’s face, “Great, now here is what you need to do.” He continued, as he pulled a sizable amount of money out. “You are going to e-”


        “Grovyle is ready for you Arcanine, please proceed to the winners room.” A voice came over the personal PA system.


        “Goddamnit, I’ll just tell you on the way.” Said Gengar.


        A few minutes later, Arcanine arrived at the door, still shook from the conversation he had on the way, Can I really do this? I mean, it’s a good amount of money, and Grovyle is basically my property, I don’t know.” He walked in and saw his bitch flat on his back, strapped up on the table, still looking a bit charred.


        “I wonder where I’m going to fuck you first.” Said Arcanine, grinning from ear to ear, seeing him all tied up, helpless to whatever the fire dog had planned for him.


        “I’ll bite your dick off if you stick that fucking thing anywhere near my face.” Yelled out Grovyle, now thrashing against the restraints. “You’re a piece of shit, you only won because of luck you fucker.”


        Yep, definitely can do what Gengar needed me to do, real sore loser he is. Arcanine thought to himself. “Well, you won’t be doing any of that” Said Arcanine, pressing a few buttons on the machine, causing it to whir and move. “There really is a setting for anything here, they thought of everything, unfortunately for you.” 


        The machine shot up and claws came down from the ceiling holding various files and clips. “Wha- What are you doing?” Said Grovyle, sweat starting to form on his glossy green forehead, eyes shooting back and forth between each tool.


        “Giving you a full body trim, cutting off all those pesky leaves you got on your body, arms and head.” Said Arcanine, “Also, since your getting my cock down your bitch throat, I’m gonna file down that beak of yours so you can’t take it with you.”


“Wait- please, I’ll-” Grovyle tried to get out before the wave of machines surrounded him, forcing his body to move around so it could be trimmed and clipped clean of anything that could be used against the winner. Small whimpers were heard out of the clash of machinery, as the fighter was now stripped of the leaves growing out of his body. The arm’s all shot up at once as the job finished, leaving dazed Grovyle in a new position, looking right up at the erect Arcanine hovering over him. 


“Heh,” Said Arcanine, “Those machines left you looking pretty weird, and your mouth is wide open, let me help you with that.” Thrusting right into the mouth of the stunned Grovyle, pushing right inside of his tight throat. Even with all the force Grovyle was stuck in place, forced to take all the weight of Arcanine’s body and big cock being shoved down his gullet. An outline of the cock was bulging through the skin of Grovyle’s throat as he was being used. It didn’t hurt much for him, as he eaten bigger meals, but the humility of being fucked and used as a toy was the real pain he felt.


        Arcanine kept pushing, shoving his thick cock in and out of his bitches wet mouth, feeling his cock be pushed against and clenched around the tight throat made his lust stronger. “Goddamn Gro, you are such a doll” he taunted, “You seem to be pretty good at this, wanna tell me something? Oh wait sorry, you can’t right now.”


        With how big the cock being forced in his throat was, breathing was becoming difficult for him. Tears started to form at the corners of his eyes, and his vision started to become a bit blurry, he hoped for it to be over soon. Arcanine wished for the opposite, but he was nearing his breaking point. He pushed in,starting to form his knot inside of Grovyle’s mouth, compressing his tongue and sliding up the ridges on his maw. Arcanine said “Kid, you are too good at this. Ah- I’m about to- AH” Arcanine was interrupted as he started cumming right down Grovyle’s throat, forcing the lizard’s mouth wide open to get it all in.


        “Glad I fucked up your mouth, cause I can do this.” Arcanine said he he forcefully pulled out his knot from his toy’s mouth. Grovyle just blankly stared back at him with cum dripping out his mouth, exhausted from what just happened. “It sucks for you that you are mine right now, so I guess we should get to know each other a bit. What can you tell me about this one clan that you have seemed to have pissed off?”


        Grovyle’s eyes shot open as he heard those words, “The one with the scars over their eyes? They are all are a bunch of bastards, just like you.” 
        
        “Well it seems like you’ve pissed off the wrong people shorty, this is your final destination.” Arcanine said as he pressed a few buttons on the table controller. The straps 
restraining Grovyle released themselves and the table itself flipped, slamming him on the floor. As the lizard tried to get himself up, he was pushed back down, one of Arcanine’s big paws smashing him right in the chest, pushing the air out of his lungs. “They’ve paid me a lot to do this to you, and I’ve got to admit, I was hesitant at first, but you just are so fucking annoying that you’ve make the decision easy.” He said, claws extracting and grabbing onto the Grovyle.


        Arcanine lifted him up in the air, licking his lips and opening his gaping maw, ready to eat down the annoying brat. “Please, don’t do this, I’ll give you more money, anything!” 


        “I’ve already made my decision lizard bitch.” Arcanine snarled out, getting impatient, “Now struggle for me when you go down, you’ll feel a lot better that way.” He lowered the pointed head down into his mouth, quickly spitting it out, “Ugh, you taste like a fucking salad, I better get the money from this quick.”


        Grovyle couldn’t react, his whole head being pushed right onto Arcanine’s big floppy tongue, covering his face in a slick layer of fire dog saliva. “Bleh” Grovyle spit out in disgust of the residue on his face. *OPH* went the lizard as Arcanine swallowed down, forcing Grovyle’s head down his throat. Another gulp down and Grovyle was sucked in deeper. He tried to fling his arms back and forth to hit Arcanine, powerless now that his leaves were cut. Trying to power out of the throat only left him sinking in deeper, his small body gliding down the maw of his owner.


        The only light Grovyle could see was through the opening of Arcanine’s throat his own body made. Squirming only put more saliva over his body, and only made the experience more pleasurable and easier for Arcanine. He loved the feeling of the bulge over his throat move about and struggle for its life in a futile attempt.


        Arcanine gulped down once more and slid his meal down to the waist, feeling Grovyle’s head finally slip and start to slide down into his belly. He swallowed down once more, sending the feet down, finally trapping Grovyle in his final resting place.


        “LET ME OUT!! STOP IT!” Screamed Grovyle as he was falling inside the pit of Arcanine’s stomach, failing about, hoping to get out. The movement send his feet flying in with him, shutting him in complete darkness. He felt liquid start to pool at his feet, “Oh no.” He said, knowing he had to get out soon.


        GRRRROOOWWWLLL Went Arcanine’s stomach, signalling that the digestion process was starting. He rolled over onto his now bloated belly, rubbing it and pushing it around, feeling the struggles and cries that were coming out of it. “Despite tasting like a damn salad Gro, you have made me a happy dog. The money will definitely make me feel better about this decision in the morning.” He started to get up and adjust to the new weight inside of him. Walking out the winners door and back to his locker room he got looks from the staff and others. Either silent shock or looks of approval were seen from whoever he passed. As he went in the door of his locker room he saw what he wanted too, right on the table was an open briefcase full of money. Arcanine took a deep breath and chuckled to himself, getting up on his bed, ready to sleep. Laying down on his bed, he went to sleep hearing his stomach work and churn the meal around.


        Grovyle was feeling tingly as the digestion process started, feeling the acids swelling around pinch at him. He knew that he needed to get out soon but the lack of room was dooming him. Once Arcanine went to sleep Grovyle noticed that the air supply started to shorten, causing Grovyle to panic and hyperventilate, losing the rest of the air in the area. Grovyle started to get dizzy, the loss of air made his vision tunnel and make him slip away. He fell back fully into the acids, not enough strength to get back up. His consciousness finally slipped from him as he was fully encased, finally ending him for good.


        As the hours passed while Arcanine was sleeping, his belly roared out as it churned away at the Grovyle dissolving him into only the most basic nutrients. His bloated belly started thinning out as Grovyle was moved around the body, feeding into the veins of his killer. Arcanine woke up refreshed and happy for what he did, ready to take on the next opponent.