Hutts had no idea where he was going. The coyote padded along on his hinds, swinging his arms and swaying his tail for balance, pink snout twitching in the air. Brown fur coated his form save for splashes of tan along his chest and muzzle, and white digits along his paws. His white scarf, bound about his neck, jostled to his gait as Hutts followed his nose. The honeyed aroma had captured his attention when he was out and about in a humid jungle, the coyote having elected to vacation in a more exotic locale for a change of scenery. He’d wanted to find some new Pokémon to take pictures of but hadn’t found anything too exciting yet. His unused camera lay forgotten back in a less-dense part of the jungle, Hutts enamored with the allure of something in the air that his sensitive snout could not escape.
The coyote was panting after 20 minutes of chasing the invisible desire, sweat coursing through his fur coat, but he didn’t care. The aroma grew in strength and all-but-tugged him along by the snout, until he emerged in a small clearing strangely-devoid of life. A large yellow bulbous thing sat inert in the middle, complete with three large leaves and a large soft stem lazing about. The scent came from there, and Hutts was all set to encroach when a crunch under a paw snapped him out of it. He blinked and looked down to see a crumbled bone under his hind. Hutts’ ears burned when a grumbling grwwwl sounded from in front. He snapped his head up just in time to see the lazy stem now slithering right for him. “Ack!” he gasped when it tangled up around his torso and yanked him to the ground, sliding across the muddy dirt and past the other remains of previously-devoured Pokémon. The yellow shape growled softly and came to life at that moment, large leaves fluttering and two hungry eyes staring down at the now-panicking canine. “N-no, stop! Let me go!”
Hutts’ voice was overpowered by an even stronger glrrrrgle from the Pokémon he now recognized as Victreebel. The plant dragged his struggling body up against its thick body, compressing him against the empty growling canopy of a stomach. His green quivering eyes stared upward into colorless greedy ones as the leaf over Victreebel’s maw shifted away. A couple sharp teeth lined the bulbous lip, leaf no longer hiding the pink wet insides of the Grass-type’s maw. “L-l-let me go n-now! I-I’m not plant food!” Hutts screamed. Breath was stolen from him when Victreebel hefted him upward suddenly, the coyote forced to hug against the plant with his head perched right over the yawned-open maw. He knew instantly where that sweet, delicious scent had originated from, as the Victreebel’s innards practically bled with it. He was briefly mesmerized by its intoxicating scent, Hutts forced to engross his senses deep into what had lured him so close. The loudest vibrating glrrrrrrrgle yet snapped him free and made him utter another squeal, the flesh parting at the back of Victreebel’s mouth and revealing a deep pool of bubbling enzymes and acids.
“Eugh, stop!” Hutts’ now-pitched voice hollered. He managed his claws against the pink ring, arms already shivering from the pull of Victreebel’s stem. “D-d-don’t eat m-m-me! N-no!” His grip faltered, the coyote slipping head-first into the yawning orifice. “Aiyeeeee–” GLORK! The lured coyote’s head and shoulders immediately sank past the pulsating innards and dove right into the gurgling pool. A bubbly shriek filled the jungle as his body remained hugged to the Victreebel, bent over the lip with arms and legs flailing. Victreebel scrunched its opening tight around Hutts’ midsection as the stem, now shimmying down to Hutts’ belly, shoveled him further down. NNGLK… GLUK! ULK ULP… SLSH SLOSH SPLISH. Victreebel ate more of Hutts with its flesh rubbing and grinding against his furry chest and middle, doing its job at ushering Hutts deep into the acidic pools that awaited all baited creatures. “Hlllllp!!!!”
The half-eaten coyote realized that his arms, stuck to his sides down to the elbows, were still free. He formed fists and pounded about around the squirming, fleshy plant muzzle in desperation, the coyote only imagining what he was in for should the Victreebel succeed in devouring him! He could barely maneuver those arms but that didn’t stop him from trying as he fought for his life. The hungry Victreebel paid his feeble gestures no heed and swallowed harshly – GLURP – pounding paws reduced to a few digits protruding beyond the flesh, glued to his furry sides and trapped. Hutts fought and struggled for every breath of fresh air inside Victreebel meanwhile, his head bobbing in and out of sloppy acids. He had to struggle the urge to tear his head away, and summarily plunge back into the pool, at the no-longer-tantalizing scent of what hat attracted him here in the first place: The lining was coated in the strange sticky substance while constantly pouring more enzymes into the existing acids. But Hutts had to press his terrified muzzle against the walls if he wanted to keep breathing, forming noticeable outlines on stretchy yellow hide of the plant. Victreebel let out an approving grumble for its struggling meal, unaware (and not caring) about Hutts’ plight, its body easily stretching and bulging as it ate more of him. Victreebel slipped its large stem further down Hutts’ body, coiling it up fast around his writhing thighs with the tip smacking hard against the now-trapped tail. SLRRR-GLK! Hutts sank a few inches deeper, body immersed in slimy fluids and sticky acidic slobber. Hutts had to fight just to keep his head above it all, pressed to the stretchy walls of Victreebel’s insides just to stay conscious. “Don’t eat me!!!”
Hutts’ tail was half-bound up, the rest flagging back and forth like mad just beyond the leafy covering. His legs scissored independently and tried to knee or kick at the hungry Victreebel, but he only managed to belt his own snout bulge. The rapidly-swelling plant Pokémon swayed its upper half back and forth, sending the coyote’s rump and legs swinging back and forth, further adding to Hutts’ disorientation. His head even sank completely beneath the burbling fluids a moment while Victreebel gulped more of him down noisily. GLUK! ULP, SLRK, GLMP! Hutts burst above the surface of the fluids, having more leverage now, and gasped painfully for air as enzymes dripped off his face. “No!” He could feel his rear squelching into the tight flesh as a powerful GLRRRRRK followed by a wet CHRRRRRN roared from the belly. Only the coyote’s legs and tail were spared the stinging fluids now. “Someone! Anyone! I’m being eaten aliiiiiive!!”
What little fresh air Hutts had felt for the past several minutes was swept away in the next instant. His legs, still kicking wildly through the air, snapped together so hard Hutts thought a bone had snapped. But the lack of pain was evidence to the contrary, his legs merely smacked together and bound tightly up by Victreebel. The Grass-type pulled them down into its gaping, slimy maw, bending them at the knee to the point where the pathetic coyote could only flex his paw pads in protest. The appendages folded up against his thighs and tail, which could be seen squirming at the base but otherwise trapped under his own contorted form. Every strand of fur on Hutts’ body now only felt the acrid hot air and stinking fluids of the plant Pokémon, and through all those burbling acids the coyote heard his only plausible exit seal shut: The large leave where the root of the languid stem stretched from carefully sealed over the gaping maw completely, leaving no way in, and no way out. The stem rested inert once again as Victreebel’s innards pounded and pulsated about the bent furry coyote legs. “No! No! No!” Hutts squealed and cried, coughing out nearly-swallowed fluids in the process. “Y-you can’t eat me let me go pleeease!” Victreebel, instead of obeying, worked Hutts’ hindpaws down into the tight fleshy divide between mouth and stomach, leaving naught but legs and tail left to sink into the bubbling acids.
Hutts whimpered and squirmed in the vast stomach-like environment, awkwardly pinned to the roof of his torment with extremities still trapped above. He could feel the enzymes all about him going to work, penetrating his fur and making his flesh itch and tingle. Loud BLORPs and GLRRRRRNs seared panic through his heart, which pounded rapidly in his chest. He wriggled his trapped legs but it was useless, them only moving with every pulsation of their own accord, as opposed to his. Hutts heard the slow sinking SCHLRRRRRRRRRP of his demise with his appendages slipping in more and more. The black tip of his tail fitfully flickered against his knees, the last bits unmolested by the acidic fluids he was nearly drowning in. The last anchor of possible escape slipped away from Hutts at that moment: He yowled a high-pitched shriek of fear as Victreebel swallowed him completely whole. GLURRRROK!!! No longer chained by flesh, the coyote’s full weight heavily SLORSHED into the pool of acids, Victreebel’s middle and bottom swelling greatly in the process. Well-defined bulges formed along its outer yellow hide, the Pokémon returning to its relaxed state, showing off its loud, wobbling form to the jungle at large. GURGLE.
Hutts was trapped in utter darkness, his only company the squelching walls and churrrrning acids. So much of the foul stuff was produced that Victreebel’s now mostly-sealed maw oozed out the stinging liquid, it dribbling down in sticky rivulets down its lip. “Helllp!” Hutts roared in utter horror as he became completely immersed int the viscous enzymes, trapping him for the rest of his (shortened) life in the throes of plant Pokémon digestion.
CHRRRRRRRL.
GLORT!
GLUG GLOT SPLRRRRCH…
Hours and hours went by as the coyote was gradually digested in the dense darkness of Victreebel. The plant’s eyes remained open, leering at nothing as its body took care of Hutts. The coyote, despite being totally immersed in burning acids, remained limply conscious for a good while. He couldn’t so much as say his tail, but he was aware of everything. The sunlight managed to eke through the thick plant hide just a scosche, permitting the terrified Hutts to see his own body start to liquefy before his very eyes (the only things he could move about). His tail dissolved into a sloppy mess between his legs, which bowed and became deformed over time. His arms began to slacken and rest against the walls of the stomach, somehow continually drooping away from his shoulders and form oozing piles of black and brown goop. A burst of bubbles escaped his maw as he drew a final breath, finally passing out among the loudly GLRRRRRTing acids, and the rest of his body began melting away into thick viscous fluid, meat becoming plant nutrients over the course of three days. Hutts’ body was completely melted away, save for pockets of fur and bone that managed to survive the onslaught of chrrrns and glrps.
Not all was meant for Victreebel, however, as its churning, gurgling body softened into a bulging mass of leftover fat and softness. Its leaf had only just started to remove itself from its gaping maw when it expelled the remains of the fully-digested coyote. A wet lewd OOOOOORRRRUUUUUUUUUP rumbled through that jungle, carrying gobs of acidic slime, splotches of mostly-digested brown and tan fur, and several broken ribs. At the tail-end of the elongated belch flew a canine skull, which bashed into a tree and shattered to pieces. Hutts’ dripping remains joined the rest of the bones scattered throughout the clearing of the jungle more experienced adventurers came to call the Honeypot. Living up to the name, Victreebel fully slid its leaf away from its gaping entrance, once more emanating the sweet honeyed scents that could lure even the most strong-willed Pokémon, or coyote, to their fate as plant Pokémon pudge!
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