One sunny day a rather optimistic grey-furred Fennekin ambled his way right out of a small Pokémon settlement. His checkered yellow sash flopped back and forth in tune to his gait as he made his way straight into the nearby forest. The little Fire-type had finally found himself a mission that he felt was within his capabilities, and it was a rather important one to boot! Allandi had been going from town to town for weeks in search of something that he could do to finally get his paws wet in the exciting field of exploration. It took him a while, but he finally found something that he could do, that was available and didn’t appear to involve much danger at all: Find a lost Pokémon.
A Growlithe explorer had gotten himself lost in a rather small cave a fair distance from the settlement, one perfect for rookie explorers to cut their teeth on. He had gone out to investigate something-or-other, and simply never returned. So, a mission was posted, and Allandi just happened to be in the settlement and immediately claimed it for himself! He made quick note of the details and set off immediately, tail swaying as he walked and ears perked up. Allandi didn’t mind what was going to be a long walk, spurred on by the fact that he was finally on an official mission! Allandi plowed straight into the forest, knowing he had a long way ahead of him, determined to rescue fellow Fire-type explorer!
The forest was perilous! Not really. It was nothing more than a quiet afternoon stroll for Allandi. He was only accosted by a few smaller Pokémon, who were quick to flee or faint with a quick bark of flame. This is so easy! I’m gonna be one of the best explorers ever! Allandi held his head up high as he exited the forest and dove headfirst into the sprawling plains. Off in the distance he could make out the mountain range that hosted the cave Allandi ventured towards. With his goal now in sight, the already-positive Fennekin was further-bolstered, and he fell into an easy run through the tall grass. Allandi could move when he wanted to, and any wild Pokémon that tried to get in his way were easily ignored, Allandi even using a Rattata as a springboard to leap forward on one occasion. The mischievous Fire-type snickered at that and was absolutely confident in his ability to rescue the lost Growlithe, emerging from the plains some time later.
After having a brief swim across a lake, an admittedly-harder climb up a rocky slope, and an unexpected slide down a long dirt road, Allandi had made it to the mouth of the small cave. The entrance wasn’t much bigger than he was, though he was certain any number of Pokémon could make it through. The innards of the cave seemed to be lit along the way by softly-glowing mushrooms, though the green hues put Allandi’s mind at ease. He could see why such a cave was so enticing to new explorers not a few paces in: The peaceful greens and simple layout of the naturally-occurring formation made his ingress a rather easy-going one. Though there were pockets of shadows where the glowing mushrooms did not grow, the bulk of the cave was visible to Allandi’s yellow eyes.
Establishing a mental base camp a couple minutes into the cave and scanning for smaller branching paths (and finding none), Allandi began to call out for the lost explorer. “Hellooooo? Growlithe? Anybody there?” Allandi proceeded slowly, the pitter-patter of his steps the only thing he heard echoing about the small cave. His large ears were on a swivel, alert for anything that could indicate the presence of the lost Pokémon. It didn’t take the Fennekin 10 minutes to reach the end of the rather small cave, having not encountered a single friend or foe along the way. Allandi blinked when he almost ran his snout into the stone wall that signaled the end, and he turned around to scan the area, tail twitching. “Growlithe?” Maybe Growlithe was hiding in a corner or something? Maybe he was asleep, or hurt! Keen for any hint of a sound, Allandi’s ears perked again.
They flicked when they heard something! Grwwwlln… Allandi froze. “What was that?”
“Why, it’s the Growlithe you were seeking, of course.” And there, seemingly emerging from one of the walls cloaked in darkness, emerged a demonic canine. It was a Houndoom! He strolled into the glowing light of the cave, smirking, and sporting a sagging paunch of a belly nestled near his hindlegs. Allandi’s eyes fixed to that belly, which gurgled out again.
“W-what…?”
Houndoom chuckled at the smaller Fennekin’s fright. That chuckle morphed into something else, as the Houndoom’s jaws widened and he uttered out a thick belch. Allandi’s ears folded back as the roaring expulsion reverberated through the cave… and a saliva-soaked skull clattered to the floor just in front of the Fennekin. “Ah… And now I have another explorer to feast upon,” Houndoom grinned, openly licking his teeth and lips.
Allandi’s instincts were on fire. Run! they said. But Allandi found himself rooted to the spot, trembling in terror with his eyes glued to the dripping Growlithe skull before him. His trance only broke when a Houndoom paw stepped over that skull, drawing Allandi’s gaze upward. In a flash the Houndoom struck, Allandi yelping in shock as he tumbled onto his back with two strong paws pressed down to his chest. Before he got so much as a word in, a slow, languid lick ran up between those paws, and up Allandi’s chest and chin. Heated saliva trickled and stuck to his fur. “Going to be so full when I’m done with you, heheheh.”
“N-no!” Allandi squealed in defiance, looking down shocked at his own slobber-coated chest. “Y-you… you ate Growlithe?!”
“Quick as a whip, you are,” Houndoom said as he pressed a paw to his very soft, barely-burbling belly. “Mmmm… you just might be the superior meal, though.” He punctuated this opinion with another, slower, lick, this time across the trembling Allandi’s face and muzzle. “Not quite as much meat on you, but Growlithe was big enough as it is…”
“Stop it!” Allandi whimpered, squirming uselessly beneath the pinning paws. “S-stop talking to me like I’m… I-I’m–”
“A meal,” Houndoom finished with a fresh lick of his lips, drool dripping down. “You’re not an explorer, nor anything else.” He leaned down and put his snout to Allandi’s ear, just below the stud he wore. “You’re my supper.” Allandi whimpered, Houndoom schlurping against the big ear making the Fennekin practically feel the sound of his imminent fate. His grey fur stood on end, paralyzed with fear and having no idea what to do. Houndoom, conversely, knew exactly what he had in store for his newly-caught explorer, bowing his head to slurp and slather all over Allandi’s grey fur and matting it all down with drool. The more he did it, the more Allandi could hear the Houndoom stomach growl. Schrlup, schlp, slurrrp. Grrrrrwlllln… Houndoom only paused once between his bouts of sampling the terrified Fennekin, lifting his head and yawning his jaws wide. OOURRRRRRRP! A low, rumbling burp escaped his lips, spewing more loose saliva out, his belly grrrbling in response. Allandi swore the sagging paunch – the leftovers of Houndoom’s first explorer meal – contracted and swayed somewhat. “Getting pretty hungry,” Houndoom mused, his skinny tail swaying along behind him.
“I… N-no, you c-can’t eat me!” Allandi finally protested. He didn’t so much as raise a paw to his defense, too scared to move. Unable to escape, he just laid there underpaw, quivering and whimpering when the Houndoom’s jaws loomed down to him once more, opting to lick and taste and savor his latest catch. Houndoom’s jaws clamped down over the little earring of the Fennekin’s, and pulled. Allandi squealed, thinking he was going to tear it right out, but outside some discomfort Houndoom only lightly tugged at it, chuckling all the while. He lapped and schlurrp’d around those ears, every minutia of sound audible to Allandi and making all his matted-down fur try to stand on end, a quivering mess of a Fire-type sprawled along the ground. His checkered scarf offered no protection, the cloth feeling heavy atop his neck and chest, tasted as much as the rest of him.
“So, little explorer,” Houndoom said, “are you ready for the end?” The rhetorical question hung in the air among the dim glow of the shadowy cave, as Houndoom dragged a squawking Allandi backwards and was sat upon by the larger Fire-type. The sloshy belly sqshed across Allandi’s face, and his cries became muffled for a time, squealing into the bulging furry mass of tummy. The malleable fat all that remained of the other explorer he’d been sent to rescue. Upside-down, he could still see the dripping skull a couple feet away, and his heart began to pound, knowing that he, too, was destined to be nothing but fat on the big hungry Houndoom!
“Nnnff… nnf!” Allandi hollered into the stomach, and Houndoom laughed feeling the little body beneath him fitfully squirmed for his life. He bent down and clasped the flicking ears in his jaws, dragging Allandi out and casually tossing him to the ground. Allandi’s pleas ceased, the world spinning a moment, things getting clear just as the looming Houndoom laid down in front of him, licking his lips.
“Goodbye, little explorer,” was all Houndoom said, before stretching his jaws wider than Allandi had seen previously. A growl of hunger bubbled from that throat, and before Allandi could move the jaws snapped down around the bushy Fennekin tail, all the way to the base! Allandi shrieked in terror as his rump pressed up to the salivating jaws, hind legs splayed out to either side, the Houndoom beginning to devour him!
“No no no no NO don’t eat me don’t eat me heelllllp!” In response, Houndoom, happily slurped and tasted around the slobber-soaked tail, before widening his jaws and lunging forward. The tail was noisily GLUK’d down, and Allandi’s hindlegs and butt slithered past the lips and rested on the tongue. “N-n-no!!!” Houndoom’s eyes closed serenely as he ate Allandi, tongue slathering over Allandi’s butt and hips and coiling about a leg. Allandi tried to kick and flail but they were trapped together in the small space, the Fennekin flinching when those legs, thighs, hips and all, pressed to the back of the throat. He could feel the squishy gullet yawn open, as the Houndoom took another swallow. GLOURK! Drool seeped from Houndoom’s jaws down Allandi’s flailing body, which only froze when Allandi’s eyes locked on the bulging neck. That was his own body, sinking down the throat that squelched and squeezed at him from all sides! Allandi let out an incoherent wail, renewing his struggles and hardly feeling Houndoom lap and slurp around his back and belly, which were now lodged in the maw.
This was it, Allandi thought miserably, weakly pressing his forepaws to Houndoom’s muzzle and cringing at the slobber that coated them. He’d failed his mission, and was doomed to digest in another Pokémon. His heart pounded as he began hyperventilating, every glk… GLP… ULRK followed by a squeal from the Fennekin. Allandi’s paws slipped and sluiced right into the laws, leaving nothing but his head danging and dripping with Pokémon drool. “Please… please!” Allandi begged, before choking as his scarf was nonchalantly yanked inward, pulling tight around his neck. Allandi gasped, eyes bulging, as Houndoom jaws SCHLRMP’d over and under his head. His vision of the cave was constantly interrupted by gnashing teeth and a tongue that lapped up against his face and muzzle continuously. That sight was bad enough, but what little the cave had to offer was almost worse: That dripping Growlithe skull, facing Allandi, taunted him and reminded him of how he, too, was going to end up. Unable to open his mouth much anymore, Allandi let out one last pathetic cry.
“D-don’t...”
It barely escaped Houndoom’s jaws, the bigger Fire-type widening them and lapping his tongue up between Allandi’s ears and eyes. The last thing the Fennekin saw was the limp skull on the ground, before the jaws CLACK’d shut. “Mmrrhpmh mmfff!” … GLK, GLP, ULK... GLURK! Allandi’s whining head squelched down the bulging Houndoom neck visibly as his body was ferried down to the roiling stomach below. Allandi screamed to himself again and again, his voice barely penetrating the sated Houndoom hide. The Houndoom schlp slrp schmk’d his lips as Allandi was tightly squeezed through the esophagus, and deposited into the belly with a meaty wet SLORSH. Houndoom’s gut bloated outward and swayed like a hammock, Allandi on his back and curled up with his tail ladled over him like a blanket, bubbly fluids washing over his fur immediately. “AMLelfhhhff… HLLLLLLP!” CHRRRRRN…
“Ahh… URRP,” Houndoom belched, flicking his tail about behind him and pressing a paw to his much fuller tummy. Allandi, tears streaming down his face, felt the paw press up against him and massage, which just made the Fennekin more terrified. “Absolutely delicious. Another pathetic little explorer, journeying through his final dungeon.” Houndoom, who was a resident of the cave that he’d convinced the population was a perfect rookie training ground, laid down on the spot, resting on his side. Allandi felt the world go sideways and burbling acids secreting from the walls nearly buried him, his next scream considerably wetter. “MMMMFfblbrlblr…” GLRRRRT… Houndoom guided a free paw over the top of his belly that sprawled along the cave floor, pressing down on it and forcing out another burp, this one laced with saliva and grey hairs. “Don’t worry you little runt. You’ll be united with that Growlithe soon enough.
“And then you’ll finish your mission.”
Allandi’s large ears heard every taunting word from the Houndoom. They somehow penetrated the constant gurgles and churns of the stomach, the fluids washing over him, and the walls scrunching and squelching about to hold the Fennekin as tightly as possible. “Please, please Houndoom! D-d-don’t digest! Spit me up! I’ll do anything! Anythiiing!” Allandi squealed and hollered even as the acids were worked deeper into his fur and rose to the point where only his muzzle managed to poke free out of them. He yelled until his voice nearly gave out, and ignored the ringing in his ears that he was causing by screaming in such a small, confined space. The only response he ever got from Houndoom, though, were additional paw rubs, taunting insults, and the constant GLORP GLK CHURLPs of the belly actively digesting him alive.
The only thing worse was when Allandi felt more air sapped from the stomach, it rushing free whenever the Houndoom let out a rumbling OOORRRUP, more of Allandi’s fur, and even once his acid-stained earring, sputtered onto the cave floor. Houndoom seemed to revel in every moment of his prey’s demise. Hours passed, and he was still lying there, gently rubbing over his bulging, churning stomach, licking his lips and taunting the devoured Fennekin. Allandi had run out of any energy to fight back, and was completely still within the confines of the stomach. He was numb to the fluids and the continued GLRRRRNs of the belly, the noises near constant at this point as the enzymes nearly buried him. His scarf was nothing but frays now, dissolved and melted away completely. Allandi’s last effort of escape was to spit out a tiny flame, hoping for a massive gout of fire to force the Houndoom to spit him up.
All that accomplished was completing the picture of horror in Allandi’s mind. The brief moments the innards of the belly were alight, Allandi saw his body, coated in the slimy fluids, and not nearly as consistent as it once was. “N-no…” he whimpered, seeing, and now feeling, his body melting away. His legs were drooping, dripping, congealing onto himself, mingling with the groaning stomach acids. He tried to flick his tail, but it was too far along and oozing over him much like the stomach fluids now. “I… c-can’t…” Allandi murmured, before his head fully sank below the sea of stomach fluids that claimed him completely. His head, along with the rest of his body, become more goopy than solid, melting down and gradually mingling together in a sea of grey and yellow ooze. Only one part of his form remained solid, with the rest loudly glorping and digesting away into a liquified mess.
Houndoom felt the entire process take place, as he’d done with the Growlithe before him. The bulging stomach, which occasionally betrayed a limb or head outline of the Fennekin, shrunk down and smoothed out over the course of the day. He pressed and rubbed it about, the now very-malleable belly yielding to every little pressure he exerted. He licked his lips, feeling one solid lump in what was otherwise nothing but mushy bellyfat and sludge within, as his stomach shrank further, though the end result was a paunch of belly pudge that was heavier and softer than when it had solely been comprised of Growlithe.
Houndoom rolled onto his belly slowly, groaning in satisfaction as he did so. The mass of plump Pokémon stomach squashed under his weight, with fat protruding out either side and pancaked flat along the bottom. His stomach uttered out one last grrrgle, and his cheeks bulged out. Houndoom’s eyes fell half-lidded and his lips quivered as he yawned his jaws opened and loosed a cave-shaking belch. “Erf… OOOOOURRRAAAAAAAAP.” Clumps of grey fur splattered down around an oozing saliva spree, with a loud clunk and rattle following up: Allandi’s skull, bleached white from the effects of the stomach fluids, tumbled along and settled against Growlithe’s now-dried-out one. Houndoom licked over his teeth and followed up with a smaller urp, then laid his head down over crossed forepaws, to slumber the rest of the day, and night, away.
Allandi’s skull joined Growlithe’s and staring vacantly at the slumbering Houndoom that ate them both. Allandi’s very first mission was not only a failure for Growlithe, but Allandi as well, with most of his digested form nothing but fat on a Houndoom. The Pokémon would carry that sagging paunch of a belly along for weeks, it swaying with every step he’d take and noisily sloshing about. Allandi would never be around to see such a sight, however, as he was part of that sagging gut forevermore. And his burped-up remains were left to lurk in the shadowy cave for as long as Houndoom desired.
\n\t\t\t\t\tSallandril!