Cinderace ran.

She was good at running. The tall Fire-type Pokémon was leaned forward with long ears flapping behind her. Strong legs supported by large feet and thick hips worked in concert to carry the wild Pokémon through the dense, humid jungle that she called home. Cinderace pumped her arms for balance, leaping over fallen trees, overgrowth, and even smaller Pokémon, never losing her stride. A lifetime in the jungle made her very adept at keeping a good pace despite natures obstacles that were constantly thrown in her way. She wasn’t running for any particular reason – Cinderace just liked to run!

The Cinderace kept it up for several minutes, able to ignore the hot sticky climate of the jungle due to her affinity with fire and heat. She still sweat as much as any Pokémon would, gaining a sheen of perspiration across her fur as she exerted herself. She came to a stop only when she wanted to, not out of sheer exhaustion, minutes later still. Slowing down to a jog, Cinderace propped an arm against a tree and bowed her head slightly, sucking down oxygen and overall feeling great. She bent her knees and slumped slightly, wiping an arm across her bow, large fluffy tail gently swaying behind her. Her ears, formerly drooping, perked back up after a moment, only to keep the Fire-type aware of her surroundings: Cinderace never wore herself out completely, of course, in the wild untamed jungle. A Pokémon that couldn’t escape the jaws of a hungry predator was nothing but a meal, and this Cinderace hadn’t lived a life in the wild without learning a few lessons!

Cinderace opted to stretch and cool down before resuming one of her favorite pastimes. Occasionally a small Pokémon or two rustled some leaves or skittered along the ground, but she didn’t pay them any mind. Most Pokémon got along with Cinderace – one of the few of her line to thrive in the jungle – without conflict. She let them get along with their lives, and vice-versa. Not every Pokémon was friendly though, of course, it being the wild environment that it was. The large omnivorous kinds happily feasted on the population, and Cinderace was no stranger to such predators. Though she was in far less danger being a fully-evolved Pokémon with a touch that could sizzle steel away, Cinderace knew her limits of herself, friend, and foe alike. The Fire-type snagged a berry from a nearby bush and idly munched away at it while finishing some stretches, before starting up a brisk jog through the jungle, heading for home.

Everything seemed typical, like most days in the jungle, for Cinderace’s day. Though she would never admit it, her presence alone provided calm and comfort to the more docile Pokémon living here, and intimidation to those who would threaten them, predator or trainer alike. Cinderace was careful not to go over the top with her blazing powers of fire, however, for the sake of the jungle itself. Her speed and general effectiveness against most who would hunt was well-known. These days, she was hardly bothered, even by those she tacitly protected by virtue of living near them. As such, Cinderace was surprised to hear, then feel, a lumbering presence nearby. Her large ears perked up and swiveled as she came to a stop about a mile from home. Another thump against the ground shook through Cinderace’s planted paws, and she stuck an arm against a tree to maintain balance. She quickly glanced about the various greens and pinks of the jungle, wondering what was going on.

Pink…?

Cinderace’s gaze snapped back over at that oddity: A massive pink flower moved towards her! The stomping picked up too, until what that plant was attached to emerged: A larger-than-life Venusaur came out from beyond the bushes the four-legged Pokémon was hiding. He sported overgrown foliage along his back and stood three quarters Cinderace’s height! Another booming stomp told the Fire-type that this one was heavy to boot, leaving deep imprints along the fertile jungle soil as he slowly prodded towards her. The wideness of the large Grass-type astonished Cinderace, having not seen something so vast in the jungle before, though it was obvious that this Venusaur had lived here for quite a while.

And now he was stomping his way towards her, his wide head craning up to look her eye to eye. His own pointed ears gave a flick as he gave an almost-casual yawn. Cinderace grimaced at just how wide that Venusaur mouth was, sporting a tongue that she could almost completely curl on to, and the soft fleshy gullet beyond was utter glistening darkness. Cinderace growled as the Venusaur smirked up at her, hardly having to announce his intentions: She herself was on the menu! She was admittedly surprised, as her size usually kept predators at bay. Though if she didn’t have such experience warding these sorts of Pokémon off, Cinderace would be worried. There was no question as to whether or not this Venusaur could gobble her up.

Cinderace pushed off the tree and planted her big feet to the earth, bringing her arms up defensively. Big as he was, she knew she had the advantage overall, both in speed and type. Her keen eyes narrowed when the growling large Grass-type slowly slithered out a pair of thick, wiry vines, presenting them menacingly. Venusaur then struck without warning, making the first move! Cinderace nimbly dodged to the side and let the streaking vines shoot right past her, but she knew she wasn’t out of the woods just yet. She motored her powerful legs to try and get around to the backside of the Venusaur, who was just now reacting to her dodge. Cinderace skidded to a halt and watched those thick vines swivel and fling right towards her. She smirked and in a flash her right hindpaw was ablaze. She booted forward and launched a streaming ball of fire straight at the big prone plant Pokémon, sizzling flames wilting any foliage in its path. The vines nearly reached her but faltered when the fire smacked into Venusaur’s side, his lumbering bulk only partially able to try and get out of its path. Big bunny ears flickered as a grunt of annoyance was uttered from the Venusaur, who turned to glower as the fireball dissipated. His side was singed, but, to Cinderace’s surprise, he didn’t seem too shaken up by the allegedly super effective attack!

Cinderace geared up to try again. She hopped backwards several steps to dodge the twisting vines flung her way. The flying vines were now assisted with razor-sharp leaves all flitting about the humid air, and Cinderace had to move to not let a single one scratch her fur. Her large fluffy tail bobbed along with her gait, Cinderace halting once out of range of all the assaulting greenery. With plenty of pebbles strewn about the ground it was easy for her to scoop a bunch into the air with one swift kick, narrowing her eyes in focus. Cinderace aimed at two of those pebbles for a powerful one-two kick! Regretfully she had to step forward some, and a few razor-sharp leaves sluiced through her stance, though she managed to power through it thanks to her hefty thighs helping her maintain balance despite being on one foot. Venusaur managed to completely turn around to face her just in time to witness two small pebbles engulf themselves in white-hot flame, as the Fire-type bunny sent them spiraling straight for him in a devastating pair of kicks! Cinderace grinned when she set them in flight, knowing that her most powerful technique would surely be enough to vanquish the fat hungry flower!

She was so focused on her climactic attack that she missed the several small seeds Venusaur had shot her way in the crossfire. Some of them burned up from the sheer heat of her own attack, but a few managed to make it through. Cinderace was all set to claim victory as both her powerful attacks hit home, Venusaur faltering back several steps. Then she was pelted by the seeds that embedded into her fur along her chest and, turning to try and shield herself more, her back. The seeds rooted in and began sapping her of strength. Though Cinderace couldn’t brush them off, she hardly felt them. At worst they could keep her from recovering should she fall, but she wasn’t planning on that. She spun back to face the Venusaur, and had to think on her feet to avoid the sudden lashing vines. She planted her feet up the bark of the tree, managing a few vertical steps before backflipping over the swift attack. She perspired heavily from all the exertion, this fight lasting a lot longer than it should, but her endurance kept her going. Cinderace thought her heavy fire attacks hit the Venusaur dead on!

Venusaur was cloaked in smoke that emitted from the smoldering remains of the pebbles. When it cleared enough for Cinderace to see, she noticed a few singed leaves along the Grass-type’s back, but the large Venusaur seemed hardly bothered! How could that be?! Then the razor-sharp leaves, small things that were lost among the thick vines dancing through the air, fluttered against an arm and one side of her face. She grunted in shock and stumbled a step or two, sustaining little damage once more. All these small hits were starting to take their toll: Cinderace was more a runner than a fighter, and she’d already let loose some of her most powerful attacks. Now, she decided, was the time to flee. That lumbering quadruped was sturdy as all get-out, but there was no way he could keep up with a sprinting Cinderace! The bunny turned tail, flicking it some, and made to bolt, starting to pump her arms and dash away. She wiped sweat from her brow as she began maneuvering through the natural obstacle course that made up the jungle around her. Trailing smoke made it a little difficult to see, and she could hear the heavy footfalls from the Venusaur around her somewhere. She was sure he was long behind her at this point, but why could he still hear the heavy steps?

She found her answer when she nearly tripped over Venusaur! She skidded to a halt with her front half teetering forward, Cinderace having to fight to maintain balance. A quick glance at this Venusaur explained how the Grass-type was in two places at once: The expression, the lack of burns, the gender… This was a different Venusaur! While she fought for balance, the thick steps booming behind her grew louder, closer! Her original opponent looked up from his lower vantage point, licking his lips as the Cinderace inadvertently presented her thick bunny rump to the Grass-type, upturned tail obscuring nothing of her femininity. Venusaur cracked his vines forward and immediately trussed them all the way up the off-balance Cinderace legs, from ankles to thighs, and yanked harshly. Cinderace let out a yelp when she tumbled forward, at least about to land on the soft flower top of the other Venusaur.

That was, until she stepped aside, Cinderace’s chin connecting to the ground and making her see stars for a moment. With the male Venusaur’s vines holding tight, the other was free to bring a large foot up, and bring it down right on her back. Cinderace sputtered from first few blows, then left silent as she was pounded into submission, her body jerkily twitching against the vines that bound her lower half up. The two Venusaur only stopped when they saw she was tenderized and immobilized, even sprinkling some stunning powder across her form for good measure. Not too much, though, as the mates rather enjoyed a more lively victim as opposed to a stiff one. With the Fire-type down for the count, the Venusaur started to shift her about into a more convenient positioning...

Cinderace came to a moment later, still on the ground, ears laying out limply in front of her. They were the first to perk up, along with her head. She immediately tried to pick the rest of herself up, the female looking down at her with a hungry glare. Cinderace quickly discovered that she was immobilized, trapped within several leafy strands of plant life, disconnected from either Grass-type Pokémon accosting her. Her legs and plump thighs were folded up under her midsection, big hindpaws tucked up either side of her presented furry rear. Cinderace growled and rocked back and forth, thinking she could muster some form of fire attack to burn herself free. It would be easy, just requiring a bit of focus! She tried a few times, growing more frustrated as the flames would not ignite. Her mind felt just a hair slippery, to the point where she couldn’t quite conjure and flames. What was…?

A sudden prickly sensation tickled across Cinderace’s chest fur. Of course! The seeds dug into her fur were draining slivers of potency from her, whatever endurance she’d built up prevented from reaching any potential with their influence on her. As she predicted… it prevented her from cutting loose and recovering from this embarrassing position. She was so focused on her plight of getting stuck, being lorded over by a very hungry-looking female Venusaur, that she completely forgot about the male that instigated this whole affair!

That was, until she felt a wide, drool-coated tongue drag its way up her exposed butt, encompassing both cheeks, the edges of her paws, and her flicking thick tail, all in one go. She cringed at the sensation of slobber draining through her orange fur, more-so when the female similarly slathered her tongue across her exposed face. Her sensitive ears picked up the squelching of saliva as generous amounts poured down her head and rump, draining to the ground noisily. She shook her head and looked up defiantly to the tasting Venusaur, glancing in front and behind, heart thudding away in her chest. This wasn’t good. They were tasting her… sampling her! Enjoying her… If she couldn’t find a way out of those bindings, she was plant food! Hungry growls from the wide Venusaur belly before her confirmed those obvious suspicions, Cinderace suspecting the male had gone after her to feed his mate. What was he doing licking her though? Just getting a taste before she disappeared down his mate’s gullet?!

That answer, too, was provided in short order. Turning her head to glare back at the male once more, she saw not his wide, frog-like smile, nor the generous flower blooming on his back, but the Venusaur’s underbelly. He’d risen up and was all set to traipse forward. Cinderace gasped when she saw the thick, throbbing Venusaur cock, a dull red shaft pulsating in the humid jungle air, twitch eagerly. She lost her breath again when Venusaur crushed her from above, properly mounting the Cinderace with his belly pressed down against her furry ass, pinning that tail of hers. Her mouth lolled open in a state of shock when she felt the slick penis squeeze its way up between her generous buttcheeks, crevice massaging the greedy cock from all angles when Venusaur grunted and humped up into it. The hot-dogged Cinderace panted pitifully as the rod throbbed against her holes, the tip squeezing up to kiss under her tail ever so often. Venusaur worked slowly, having a natural destination in mind, but having some fun with his fat captured prey some before properly feeding it to his mate.

Cinderace tried to struggle, but the bonds and leeching seeds both kept her from escaping. The female observed voyeuristically, slowly licking her lips and letting her mate fill his gift to her before joining in. The male’s cock throbbed and twitched in the deep crevice of Cinderace’s butt, the Fire-type feeling it pull out and start to poke around her exposed, orange-furred nethers. They gently parted as each prod played about her entrance, before, with a happy murr breathed out from the Venusaur mounting Cinderace, he penetrated. Her ears heard the sqltch of her nethers parting and the inner walls making way for the oversized dick pounding into her an inch at a time. Cinderace looked desperately to either side, vision partially-obscured by tree trunk-sized forelegs of the mounting Venusaur, hoping against hope that someone would see her, save her! After all she’s done for the jungle residents.

But there was no-one around. Nobody messed with the mating of two big Venusaur, lest they become participants in their little ritual. Cinderace was getting fucked, and nothing would stop that, her rear lifting a bit off the ground with every subsequent thrust from Venusaur. He breathed heavily, tongue hanging out, drool running down between a disgusted Cinderace’s ears. She had little concern for that at the moment, though, as every bit deeper he pounded, the more full and distracted she became. She could only take so much, the throbbing Venusaur dick already mating with the innermost part of her vagina and beyond, cock squelching in and out in a more rapid rhythm.

Cinderace’s attention wasn’t wrenched back to the much more dire situation until Venusaur licked hotly across her face again, this time forcing her muzzle into the malleable tongue and burying it. Cinderace squirmed and cried out desperately, rubbing her face against the hungry Venusaur taste buds in the process, but she couldn’t pull away. It was only when Venusaur herself decided to pull back was Cinderace able to take a breath again. She moaned as she was rutted from one end and tasted from the other, her chin now resting on the ground in exhaustion. Her eyes started to widen despite her weariness when Venusaur licked her lips before her again. This time, though, she didn’t lick her. Venusaur instead yawned her maw wide open before her, slowly and deliberately, with the tongue pouring out and resting on the ground, six inches from her face! Cinderace whimpered out a pathetic little plea for the hungry Pokémon to not eat her, but Venusaur didn’t budge and inch. She just sat there, maw agape, slimy drool dripping from the upper maw down to the blobby tongue, as if Cinderace would inch her way onto the tongue under her own power!

Cinderace pulled back despite herself, trying to keep her head from the deadly entrance, ignoring the hot stale breath wafting over her face over and over again. She sagged a little when a hot spurt of pre erupted within her though, Venusaur above mumbling contently. Cinderace wasn’t sure how long it took Venusaur to finish typically, but every second longer gave her another chance to escape. At least, she assumed that until a familiar pair of vines looped around her shoulders a couple times, the tips pressing to the back of her head. The male Venusaur steadily guided the squirming bunny Pokémon’s head up and towards the hungry maw before her. She felt his weight lift off, the Venusaur still thrusting eagerly into her folds.

And every hump pushed her closer to the drooling maw.

Cinderace’s eyes bulged. Her heart pounded. She squealed without a shred of dignity, begging for them to stop. She knew her life would end rather quickly in the bowels of a Pokémon, but that didn’t stop the pair of plant Pokémon from carrying on. Cinderace’s babbling not to be eaten alive continued even when her head crossed the threshold, breaking through a couple heavy strands of slobber in the process. Venusaur felt the vibrations of her begging against the tongue when her face mashed into it once more, and this time she sealed her wide lips down and around her head completely. The male undid the vines from the very squirmy Cinderace as she began to get devoured properly, forced closer to the twitching gullet beyond with every hump he made. Her muffled squeals only made him pump faster, while the female drooled more with her lively tongue slopping through supple Cinderace fur.

Cinderace couldn’t believe it. Not an hour ago she was at the top of her game, being one of the fiercest Fire-types in the jungle. Now here she was, nothing but a fat slab of meat, being fucked up her snatch by one lustful Venusaur, and sinking down the hungry gullet of another. Her eyes widened as big as they could go when her snout edged to the back of the tongue, dipping into the black pulsating throat. Massive strands of saliva pooled down over her head and face, ears bent back along her skull. She squealed in protest, mostly to herself, inching closer and closer. Venusaur lapped her tongue up to her cheek and dragged downward through the white fur of her chest, her murmurings reverberating throughout the giant mouth. The other gave a particularly eager thrust up against Cinderace’s prone plump rear, sending her buttcheeks jiggling and her muzzle plummeting down the gullet. Any and all pleadings were silenced instantly, when a wet thick MMMGLRP! swallowed her entire head and shoulders down in one fluid motion. Cinderace’s body bent down into the throat with its wet squishy walls pounding in on her from all sides. The bunny flexed her fists, which stuck out only a few inches from slimy Venusaur lips, and flexed the toes of her useless hindpaws up against the furry flesh of her ass. Another vicious hump was followed up with a similarly-loud swallow, dragging the defeated Cinderace closer to an actively-growling stomach, and she whimpered in terror.

The bundled-up Cinderace’s chest and knees slipped onto the awaiting tongue next, Venusaur lewdly slurping up against her big Fire-type meal and sloppily smacking her lips around her body. The mounted Venusaur continued his somewhat-slow, powerful thrusts, each one hilting completely in between her cheeks, hefting her backside off the ground. And every one did what it was intended: Drive more of the squirming, protesting Cinderace further down his hungry mate’s throat. The blue spiky fur about her shoulders and down her chest never again saw the light of day, all matted down and slurking down the eager throat with a very wide tongue mashing up against Cinderace. She whined when her head began to spear through a sphincter up ahead and pressed right into a dank squishy stomach, her head retracting a little before a fresh hump from behind and a thick swallow from all around her squelched her right in! She barely registered her knees and legs begin to get tasted and slathered over as her whole face mashed into a mix of stomach wall and digestive enzymes, all playing about her muzzle and forcing the gruesome reality to sink in to the wild Cinderace’s mind: She’d finally succumbed into the role of prey.

Cinderace’s hindpaws flexed up against her squishy rear while her big tail strained upright in pure terror. The latter was caught into the jaws as the majority of her wide thighs and all of her stomach were now playing about a murring Venusaur maw. Sloppy drool slithered down the now-trapped tail, which could be witnessed squirming from its base, unable to move much anymore, leaving the bare underside exposed just above a set of squirming buttcheeks. Cinderace was screaming for her life deep in the bowels of the belly, heard by no-one other than herself, with her large ears getting tangled up in her own face as she twisted and writhed within. The male Venusaur’s humping gradually grew in speed, while his mate looked down at the luscious orange-furred cheeks still sticking out of her widened mouth. She gummed around them happily, paying no attention to the squirming toes that pressed into that fur every moment or so. The male felt every slow, methodical chew from his mate, her squeezing down against the plump flesh of the butt in turn massaging around his throbbing member that was soaked in his own precum. He was free to rut the now-stuck rump with all his might, with the female dutifully holding it in place and savoring every second of the pair’s lewd fun.

Cinderace’s orange fur, shimmering due to the amount of drool pouring over the round edges of either cheek, was distinct against the greens of the pair of Venusaur rutting and eating her. She whined deep in the belly, inert acids sloshing about her, and feeling a throbbing dick squelching in and out of her. She tried in vain to flag her big fluffy tail, though it was still caught under Venusaur’s upper jaw, so the base of it twitched visibly but not much else. Venusaur’s wide tongue crept up the side of her ass, and Cinderace could do nothing but shiver and whimper at being tasted for the thousandth time. The two Venusaur were lost in their throes of pleasure, vibrant sounds of their back flora dancing about between their active bodies helping to drown out the lewder things they were up to. Despite the contrast of orange against green, Cinderace was barely visible, nothing but a plump bunny butt protruding out past a frog-like muzzle, which was completely encompassed by the male Venusaur’s wide lower body. Cinderace didn’t know it, but not a soul would lay eyes on her ever again, from that point onward.

Cinderace’s mind started fogging up as the minutes ticked by, the innards of a Venusaur belly far more sweltering and uncomfortable than any jungle could achieve. Her butt sank further inward with what was now a series of slow, sensual thrusts from the male, who murmured when his mate’s lips tickled around the base of his shaft. Cinderace felt her fur dragging slowly across the tongue, any fresh air all but cut off now when her plump orange buttcheeks, schlrp’d completely out of view, her entire body now completely ingested. Her sopping-wet tail was mashed to the roof of Venusaur’s mouth, with the tongue greedily slapping up her rear and plastering her cheeks and a throbbing Venusaur cock in slobber. The male grunted and slowly extracted his dick nearly all the way from Cinderace’s abused snatch, only for him to roar and plunge it all the way home, the Fire-type gasping out a squeaky cry of despair when his tip invaded her womb. The male plugged Cinderace, cheeks spread apart thanks to his girth, with the base of his dick surrounded by suckling lips of his mate. The two moaned in harmony when Venusaur came, hard.

SQLCH, SPLROT… SPLURRRRT SPLT SPRLRRCH!

Cinderace’s mouth hung agape, heavy splotches of jizz filling her, expanding her already-swallowed midsection, making her feel bloated. Excess amounts of the cream began squirting out from around the orgasming dick, and she could hear it splurting and the female suckling and squeezing around the throbbing shaft. The male slowly pulled himself from the full Cinderace, cock still leaving fresh seed in its wake. Cinderace felt it leave her, though the male then thrust it up between her doughy buttcheeks, filling the crevice with slimy cum and soaking the underside of her limp tail in the stuff. Venusaur pulled out further still, murring and getting a few more hot streaks coaxed out from his mate suckling dutifully all about the shaft. Cinderace cringed as her ass was assaulted with those last few streaks, them slowly drizzling down to mingle with the copious amounts now pouring free from her twitching netherlips. The male Venusaur, completely spent, wriggled his hips free from his mate, to let her enjoy her meal properly. Cinderace felt the ground under Venusaur’s legs shake when the male slumped off and fell to his side, smiling serenely.

Cinderace no longer cared about the male, though, with the female now drooling and mushing her tongue up and around the entirety of the bunny butt still perched on her tongue. She cupped her massive wide tongue up to the orange, shivering rear end and mashed the pile of off-white seed up into the fur. Cinderace moaned as reality fully set in and her jizz-and-saliva-coated butt was ushered to the back of the throat. She let out a strangled cry of horror, that could just barely be heard through the thick Venusaur hide, when Venusaur ate her whole and alive.

“Mmrreeeehphlhhp!!!”

ULK… GLLOOURRK!

Cinderace’s thick butt stretched Venusaur’s neck out noisily, visibly, and sank down to the belly beyond. When Venusaur’s lips parted, she shook the surrounding leaves with a heavy, elongated belch. Cinderace felt it too but had her attention drawn away as the rest of her body, butt, hindpaws and all, squelched into the sprawling stomach. Venusaur murred in delight and slurped her lips rudely as her belly smacked to the ground and stretched out to the sides, having little sagging room. The bulging mass managed out past her legs on both sides, and further out under her rump.  A second, deeper belch followed, and the insides of her stomach quivered and roared to life as if given a cue. Cinderace wailed and thrashed, but she had little room to do so. Her head was pressed up to the back of the stomach, cheek against flesh, bulging out just below the Grass-type’s backside. Her own body was folded against herself, thanks to the still-present vines about her middle. Her legs were the only things to break free, with her cum-leaking vagina tickling the stomach floor. “Mmpphh…”

There was little else to do for the pair of Venusaur. She lazily let her legs give from under her, splaying them and laying on her stomach. Cinderace wailed when all that weight crashed down on her, but her voice was no longer strong enough to escape the innards, and the Grass-types heard nothing. Barely able to breathe, she moaned as stomach fluids flowed all around her, into whatever was gaping of the prone, devoured Cinderace. The male cuddled up beside her mate, similarly-sleepy from his extended session of fun with her. The pair planned to further enjoy themselves the next day, but for now, the two huddled next to each other and slumbered.

Cinderace wasn’t nearly so fortunate. Her evening and subsequent night was nothing but torment. She tried calling out for help, but knew it was futile: If you were eaten, that was the end of your journey. Stomach acids sizzled away at swallowed saliva and seed alike, though Cinderace was hardly dry by that point, feeling the tingling enzymes flooding over her in the too-tight chamber. The male Venusaur occasionally felt a small kick or quiver from the glrrrrning, churning stomach he slept beside, though he paid it absolutely no mind. It was just another meal being digested away, slowly and deliberately, as they slept. Sleep wouldn’t come for Cinderace, though, the eaten bunny left to wallow in the squishy heated confines of a Grass-type’s tummy, starting to feel hairs trickle from her form.

Daylight broke and Cinderace had gone limp. No fur was spared the throes of digestion, and her too-sensitive ears had to listen to the gurgles and groans of the working stomach all night long. Clumps of fur had fallen from her, and some of it had completely melted away. She flickered her tail, which was nothing near the glorious fluffiness it once was: All that was left was a rat-like thing, swishing in the humid stench of the stomach, all fur gone from it. Her only relief had come at some point in the night, when Venusaur had rolled onto her back in her sleep. (The sturdy plant growing on her back squished to the ground, but like many times before would pop back up to its usual stature once she was righted again.) Even that was short-lived, Cinderace upside-down and once more feeling pressure, when some force pressed down from above. It didn’t take her very long to deduce what was going on, despite her stupor from being slowly digested all night in the pitch-black noisy belly. Just above her muzzle the belly wall pressed down against her face in a steady rhythm… The male was mating with the female, both Venusaur silently slaking their lusts together, with Cinderace practically tasking the cock that was humped in and out, just above her, in the female Venusaur’s nethers.

The mating was long, slow, and the last thing Cinderace experienced. Venusaur left more in her mate than he did the night before, Cinderace feeling the bloated womb press down to her face. A few minutes later, she could barely hear swallow from behind… and feel globs of swallowed cum sloppily pour over her upturned ass. The acids were more than flooding the belly at that point, and the culmination of everything was too much for the Cinderace. The rutted, smiling female Venusaur murred softly, when her mate, having been sated twice more than morning, pressed giant paws down against her no-longer-squirming, roiling stomach. He moved his heavy paws every which way, the Cinderace felt within having gone completely limp. The pair of Venusaur entertained themselves for quite some time this way, the obvious bulges of the protruding, presented belly melting down into soft pounds of pudge sagging off whichever way it could. Cinderace was nothing more than plant fat now.

Eventually, it would be the male’s time to hunt for himself. His mate would be sated for quite a while with how big her previous meal was, and the two would move in their slow, lumbering paces side by side through the jungle. What few remains there were of Cinderace remained in the belly or were pushed to the intestines beyond, leaving behind quite the paunch on the Venusaur that ate her alive. Her belly slopped to the jungle floor on most steps, swaying otherwise. Cinderace’s last, involuntary gift to the jungle would be one that would keep it fertile. Said fertility would be enjoyed by the offspring of the Grass-type she unwillingly fed.

The law of the jungle will never be denied, and no Pokémon understood that better than the one with the full, groaning gut, and the one occupying said belly and becoming nothing more than a big, struggling meal.