Warning: This story involves scenes of oral vore and graphic digestion. If this is not your thing then stop reading now. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is the property of Nintendo and Game Freak.

Wrestling with Hunger

"Ladies and Gentlemon, are you ready to rumble?!" a Loudred announced to a crowd of eager Pokemon.

He was met with cheers and hollers of approval from the audience.

"Tonight is the match you've all been waiting for! My name is Loudred, and I'll be your announcer for this evening! And joining me for color commentary is retired three time heavyweight champion, Machamp!" the Loudred introduced them both.

"Excited to be here Loudred! This is going to be the match of the century!" the Machamp commented enthusiastically.

"That it will, Machamp, that it will. I'm sure we'll all be on the edge of our seats as the current champion, Incineroar, attempts to defend his title against up and coming star, Hawlucha." the Loudred explained "So without further to do, let's welcome our fighters to the ring! If you would all be so kind as to turn your attention to the western gateway; Let's hear it for our returning champion. The feline of fire; The cat of catastrophe; The raging inferno himself; Incineroar!"

A set of flame geysers erupted, lining the path from the gate to the ring. Smoke and confetti shot from the gateway as an Incineroar made his way towards the ring. He walked with a confident swagger in his step and cocky smile on his face, earning him boos and jeers from the audience. The champion was known for protecting his title by any means necessary; Be it cheap shots or trash talk, there was no bottom to the depths he was willing to sink to win. This had made him a bit of a pariah among fans of the sport. But he didn't mind; There was no such thing as bad publicity to him, and he actually enjoyed being the wrestler that everyone loved to hate. He made his way to the center of the ring, flexing and stretching his muscles for the audience, most of which continued to boo and holler at him. He responded by holding up his arms in the traditional "come at me bro" motion.

"And from the eastern gate, give it up for the falcon of fury; The lord of lucha; The master of both land and air with tons of flare; Hawlucha!"

A group of confetti cannons shot off, lining the other path to the ring. Spotlights were focused on the eastern gate... and nothing happened. An awkward silence fell over the stadium as everyone waited with baited breath for the challenger to appear. After a few moments, a Whismur came through the gate and scrambled over to the Loudred, whispering something into his ear.

"Oh, oh dear." the Loudred said as he listened to the Whismur "Well, um, this is embarrassing. It seems the challenger never showed."

A shocked gasp escaped the audience upon hearing this news.

"In all my years of wrestling I've never seen anything like this." the Machamp commented.

"Hah! I guess that coward couldn't take the heat!" the Incineroar said, mocking Hawlucha's absence.

A cacophony of boos and shouting erupted from the stands. This was a grave injustice; Not only was the audience being denied the fight they had been waiting so long to see, but they were also certain that Incineroar was behind this. With such a type disadvantage, of course he would find some way to dispose of the competition before the match. But without any evidence to prove it, the referee's paws were tied.

"Well folks it seems we have no choice but to declare the champion..." the Loudred began.

"Hold up!" the Incineroar interrupted "I'm issuing an open challenge to all you losers! I'll award five thousand poken and my title to anyone who can dethrone me!"

A sudden silence fell over the crowd and hushed murmurs spread across the stands.

"This is unprecedented! Incineroar has just offered his title, as well as a substantial cash prize to anyone who can best him in a fight!" the Loudred announced.

"A truly brazen display of confidence from the champion." the Machamp commented "But how will the audience respond to such a challenge?"

The stadium remained still. Although the crowd would have loved to see the champion get his due, no one was crazy enough to go up against the ruthless Incineroar. Even the tantalizing rewards weren't enough to pull spectators from their seats.

"Come on! I thought this was a wrestling match, not a pansy convention!" the Incineroar taunted the audience, earning him a few more boos, but no takers.

"It seems the champion has the crowd scared stiff. Is there no one out there with the courage to face him?" the Loudred questioned.

"I'll take him on!" a small, but confident voice announced from just outside the ring.

Everyone in the stadium turned to the source of the voice. At the edge of the ring stood a small yellow rodent in a tight lucha libre uniform. Despite the mask covering his head, his bright red cheeks and lightning bolt shaped tail clearly identified him as a Pikachu.

"Ladies and Gentlemon, it seems a mysterious masked wrestler has stepped up to challenge the champion for his title!" the Loudred announced dramatically.

Cheers erupted from audience, thrilled that someone was going to stand up to the champion, and that they would actually get the show they had paid for.

"I won't stand idly by and let you disgrace my master's name with your lies!" the Pikachu declared as he made his way into the ring.

"Oh, tension rises in the ring as the masked wrestler is revealed to be none other than Hawlucha's pupil. It looks like this has just turned into a grudge match, folks." the Loudred played up the drama.

"Hah! That bird brain was your teacher?! Well that explains the goofy costume." the Incineroar mocked his opponent.

"Hey! This outfit is a symbol of my pride as a wrestler. It's an honor to be allowed to wear it." the Pikachu replied with pride.

"What ever helps you sleep at night, weirdo." the Incineroar further insulted the Pikachu.

Both fighters stared each other down as they waited for the match to begin. The paring seemed almost comical as the Pikachu was roughly one fifth the Incineroar's size, but that didn't seem to diminish the smaller fighter's spirit.

"I'm going to take you down, and restore my master's honor!" the Pikachu declared righteously.

"Bring it on little 'mon! I eat rodents like you for breakfast... literally!" the Incineroar retorted, licking his sharp teeth for effect.

However, the Pikachu seemed unperturbed by the menacing display.

"Well, the little guy's certainly got spunk, I'll give him that." the Machamp commented.

"Yes, but how far can that spunk carry him?" the Loudred questioned skeptically.

The referee, a Watchog wearing a black and white striped shirt, stepped into the ring, positioning himself between the two fighters and holding his paw out to bar them.

"Okay I want a good clean fight." he said, glaring particularly at the Incineroar "Ready? Fight!" he yelled, stepping back and raising his arm.

"And Incineroar makes the first move! Immediately lunging forward to seize the masked wrestler in his claws. Could this fight be over before it even began? Wait no, the challenger has manage to pry himself free. He quickly rushes the champion's leg and... I don't believe it, he's managed to knock the champion off his feet and has pulled him into a leg hold!"

"The little guy's stronger than he looks." the Machamp commented in astonishment.

"Incineroar doesn't take long to recover from his daze. He rolls to the side, throwing the masked wrestler off him. The champion goes in for a Fury Swipes, but the challenger is quick on his feet, dodging the attack with ease. The masked wrestler jumps up to deliver a kick to the champion's chest... but uh oh, the champion intercepts the attack, grasping him by the foot and throwing him across the ring. Incineroar goes in for the pin, stomping his foot over the challenger. But the little guy's not ready to give up just yet; With a well placed Iron Tail, he manages to trip up the champion again, and return to his feet. He follows up with a Quick Attack, once again placing him on top. But Incineroar is having none of that, he easily plucks his opponent and pulls him into a head lock"

"Give it up little 'mon, you can't beat me!" the Incineroar said.

"Never! You dishonored my master! So long as I wear this mask, I'll never give up!" the Pikachu replied as he struggled to get free.

"Is that so?" the Incineroar said as one of the claws reached for the mask.

"Hey! Back off!" the Pikachu shouted, electricity sparking from his cheeks.

He unleashed a Thunderbolt which shocked the Incineroar into dropping him.

"Well folks it looks like the masked wrestler has managed to escape again. He jumps up to deliver a Double Slap to the face followed by a Thunder Punch, sending the champion reeling. But Incineroar isn't finished yet, and folks, he looks angry. The air is electric as the two competitors stare each other down... No literally, the air is electric. What's going on in there?"

"It seems in true showman fashion, the masked wrestler has saved his best move for last." the Machamp commented.

"It would seem so. The challenger is now on all fours and has just charged the champion with sparks flying from his feet. Incineroar holds his claws out and spirals towards the challenger in his signature Darkest Lariat. Who will come out on top?! ... And the challenger slams into Incineroar with a stunning Volt Tackle, leaving him floored and paralyzed. This could be the challenger's chance. He climbs the corner post and jumps high into the air. Could it be? It is! In the spitting image of his master, the masked wrestler is performing Hawlucha's signature more, the Flying Press! He slams down hard, knocking the wind from the champion's lungs. Ladies and Gentlemon, this could be it!"

The referee slapped his paw on the ground as he counted down "One, two, ..."

But again a paw reached up and clutched the Pikachu in its grasp.

"The was a real cute maneuver kid." the Incineroar commented "But you call that a signature move? Allow me to show you what a real signature move looks like!"

"Uh oh folks, Incineroar is back on his feet and it looks like he has the masked wrestler at his mercy. He throws the challenger into the ropes, who bounces right back at the champion. Ohhh! The champion delivers a devastating clothesline to the challenger, knocking him square on his back. Incineroar takes his place on the corner post. It looks like he is preparing for his finisher, the Malicious Moonsault!"

Much like the Pikachu, the Incineroar jumped high into the air, but instead of doing a Flying Press, he performed a four hundred and fifty degree splash. As his arms stretched out, flames spread from his body like a set of brilliant wings. As he crashed into the ring below, a large explosion erupted from the point of impact, temporarily obscuring the stage. But as the smoke cleared and the dust settled, it could clearly be seen that the Incineroar had the Pikachu pinned under his body.

"One, two, three! The winner and still champion, Incineroar!" the ref announced.

The champion got to his feet, and once again began to show off his toned physique as he flaunted his victory. Groans and boos of disappointment filled the stands as the audience watched the champion's boasting.

"Well it's been an exciting match folks, but it looks like the champion's title is safe for another season." the Loudred began to close.

"That's right! And now I will claim my prize!" the Incineroar announced, drawing everyone's attention back to him.

The Incineroar reached down and picked up the still dazed challenger by his wrestling uniform. With his other claw, he began to reach for the Pikachu's mask.

"Please, don't." the Pikachu begged weakly.

Without hesitation, the Incineroar pulled the mask off and tossed it to the side, revealing the Pikachu's face to the crowd. A fresh wave of boos and jeers spilled forth from the audience as they were outraged at the champion's unscrupulous behavior.

"Now that's just cruel, shaming your opponent after he's already been defeated. It's a shame to see such bad sportsmanship from a reigning champ." the Machamp commented.

But the Incineroar didn't stop there. Seeing the Pikachu utterly humiliated and powerless in his grasp triggered something within him. His stomach growled and his mouth watered as his predatory instincts were ignited. He opened his mouth to lick his lips, something that didn't go unnoticed by the helpless Pikachu.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a hint of nervousness.

"Fighting you worked up quite an appetite, and I think I deserve a victory snack." the Incineroar replied.

"What?! You're sick! You can't!" the Pikachu objected.

"Oh quit your whining, loser!" the Incineroar demanded "At least you'll be following in your master's footsteps."

The Pikachu's eye grew wide as these words sank in. He had suspected the Incineroar was behind his master's disappearance, but he never imagined the feline would sink so low as to kill the Hawlucha.

"You... You bast...!" the Pikachu's insult was cut off as his head was suddenly shoved into the Incineroar's gaping maw.

Surprised gasps and shouts of disgust escaped the audience as they witnessed the Incineroar's bestial nature. Predation was not illegal, though public predation was highly frowned upon. But what did he care? He was the champion. He would do whatever he wanted. Not like any of these chumps could actually stop him.

The inside of the Incineroar's mouth was hot, humid, and smelled of day old fish. The Pikachu felt the Incineroar's rough feline tongue run across his face, tasting him and matting his fur with fresh saliva. It was disgusting, and made him squirm frantically in hopes of escaping, but he was too weak to fight back. He didn't even have enough energy left for an electric shock. He was powerless, and completely at the Incineroar's mercy.

The Pikachu's flavor was heavenly. His master had been tasty, but it didn't even compare to the sweet tender flesh of a small mammal. The Incineroar closed his eyes, blocked out his surroundings, and took a moment to just savor the taste of the squirming rodent. He wanted more; He pushed the Pikachu further into his maw, pressing the rodent's muzzle against the back of this throat. He ran his tongue along the Pikachu's chest, expecting to get more of the rodent's sweet flavor, but was surprised when he tasted fabric instead. In his haste to consume the small rodent, he had forgotten to remove the Pikachu's uniform. Oh well, he had already begun swallowing the helpless rodent, and had no intention of turning back now.

The Pikachu continued to struggle fruitlessly. In the back of his mind he hoped... prayed that this was just a cruel taunt to assert the Incineroar's dominance and humiliate him further. But when he felt his body lurch forward, and the flesh around his muzzle grow tighter, he knew it wasn't so. This was really happening, this Incineroar was going to eat him. This realization and all the sorrow that came with it, sank in deeper and deeper with each gulp of the powerful throat muscles. He had been stripped of his pride and his honor. Everything he ever was and everything he would ever be, didn't matter now; His value in life amounted to nothing more than being food to a superior opponent. It was a realization that brought tears to the once proud fighter's eyes.

Meanwhile the Incineroar continued to gorge himself on the Pikachu. Thankfully there were still gaps in the outfit that allowed him to taste the succulent rodent's arms, belly, and tail. He made sure to lick over every inch of the Pikachu's body as he gulped the hapless rodent down. It wasn't long before the Pikachu's feet disappeared into the Incineroar's gullet, leaving only the tip of lightning bolt shaped tail sticking from his mouth. And with one more powerful gulp, that too vanished. All that could be seen of the once fierce wrestler was a slight bulge sliding down the Incineroar's throat. A bulge that still squirmed and writhed with life as it slowly disappeared into the Incineroar's stomach.

Tight flesh pulsed and rippled around the Pikachu, ushering him deeper into the Incineroar's system. The motion was repetitive and relentless, squeezing his saliva slicked body steadily towards its destination. He could no longer struggle within the confines of the throat as powerful muscles constricted his body, confining his movement to mere squirms. The trip seemed to take ages, but at the same time was all too short as the Pikachu felt his muzzle press up against a particularly tight ring of flesh. In the pit of his soul he knew what that meant; The stomach was waiting on the other side, eager to accept him into its deadly folds and break him down like mere food. It was a thought that made him tremble with dread as he waited for his inevitable demise.

With a final gulp, the sphincter yawned open, allowing his body to slide into the stomach chamber with a loud squelch. The Pikachu was immediately blasted with a putrid waft of acrid stale air that made his nose and eyes burn. He curled up at the base of the stomach, which was just slightly larger than him. He pressed his paws and feet against the slick stomach walls, trying to keep them from smothering him, and hopefully giving the Incineroar a little discomfort in the process. A small pool of acid had already built up under the Pikachu, no doubt in preparation for his imminent arrival. It soaked into the fur on his back, as the walls continued to excrete more digestive fluid, which worked their way into his head and paws.

A tingling sensation began to spread across the sections of his body that were exposed to the caustic acids. His uniform was providing parts of his body mild protection from the stomach's digestive juices, but it didn't help much as some of the acid still managed to seep underneath the outfit. These areas quickly became irritated as the tight suit ground the acid into his skin and chafed against his raw flesh. He squirmed about uncomfortably as his skin grew itchy and agitated. Fur began to fall loose from the exposed sections of his body, leaving bare flesh vulnerable to the stinging gastric acids.

The irritation steadily grew to a burning sensation, as the acids and digestive enzymes ate away at his flesh. The Pikachu grit his teeth and hissed as he tried to endure the onslaught of pain that began to wrack his body. As a wrestler he had a fairly high tolerance for pain, but he had his limit and he was approaching it fast. This was far worse than any wrestling move; The pain was everywhere and unending. He couldn't escape, and there was no ref to end the match. He could only writhe in agony as he waited for his life to slowly slip away.

The acid was burning holes in his flesh, exposing his powerful well toned muscles. Muscles that he had spent years, training and honing, now nothing more than a plentiful source of protein for his devourer. He cried out in agony as excruciating pain wracked his upper body. His entire form trembled violently from the shock his system was receiving. His muscles twitch and spasmed as the were torn apart at the cellular level. His flesh literally seemed to be melting off his bones, forming a slowing rising pool of chyme around his body. His luchador outfit sagged against his sunken flesh. The material was finally beginning to weaken smelting together with his liquifying body. His lower half, which had largely remained protected was now exposed to the stomach's digestive juice, beginning the whole agonizing process again.

Fortunately he likely would not live long enough to experience the entire process again. The damage to his upper body was quickly taking its toll on him. His arms had been stripped to the bone and blood seeped from what remained of his flesh. The acids had begun to work on his internal organs. His heart beat frantically as it attempted in vain to deliver blood his dying body, but soon it too succumbed to the merciless stomach. The pain finally started to fade as the Pikachu's mind began to shut down, his thoughts becoming hazy and scattered. His master; His fans; Himself; He had let them all down. He had failed to restore his master's honor, and in the process had lost his own. He didn't deserve to wear his uniform. These were his final thoughts as he passed on to that big wrestling ring in the sky, leaving his body and the symbol of his pride to melt away in the Incineroar's gut.

******

The Incineroar left out a satisfied sigh as he felt the Pikachu's struggles die within him. It had felt pretty good eating that loser of a rodent. Maybe he should start doing this with all his challengers. A malicious grin formed on his face as he looked forward to next season.