Warning: This story involves scenes of rape, 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. A Sticky Situation The storm had come out of nowhere. Just a minute ago there hadn't been a cloud in the sky. Such things were not uncommon when certain Pokemon could control the weather, but that didn't mean it didn't inconvenience others. In fact, one such pair of Pokemon were caught entirely off guard by the swift change in climate. A male Plusle and female Minun ran through the forest, hoping to find some cover from the sudden deluge. They were in luck; They managed to find a cave that could shield them from the heavy rain. They entered the cave, shivering and sopping wet. They both shook out their fur and hugged each other for warmth. Together they advanced a little deeper into the cave to get away from the rain blowing into the entrance. The cave appeared to be rather deep, but they didn't dare venture further, lest the cave be inhabited by some unfriendly Pokemon. So they decided to sit down and wait out the storm. The two made a cute couple. They had been friends since childhood and when they grew older, that friendship had blossomed into something much more. In fact they had been searching the forest for a good spot to have some fun when the storm had hit, drenching them and ruining the mood. Now cold and wet, sex was the last thing on their minds. They simply huddled together, basking in each other's warmth as they waited for the storm to blow over. Unfortunately the storm was lasting longer than they had hoped. An entire hour had passed and there was still no end in sight. From outside they could still hear the pattering of rain against the forest floor, the howling of the wind through the trees... and the squishing of footsteps? The squishing was getting louder; It seemed that whatever it was, was heading towards this cave. Was it another creature seeking shelter from the storm? The footsteps sounded like they were coming from a larger Pokemon. What if it was the cave's owner?! The Plusle and Minun started to panic a little. If it was the cave's owner, they would be caught for sure. Worse yet, the Pokemon would be between them and the exit, so they would have little chance to slip by. They huddled closer together and watched the cave entrance in terror, waiting for the Pokemon to reveal itself. Finally a large, pudgy, bipedal, slug-like dragon stepped in from the rain. He seemed to glisten with a slimy substance that covered his entire body. He was also soaking wet, but seemed to be enjoying it. The Plusle and the Minun both breathed a silent gasp. It was a Goodra! The Goodra breathed a contented sigh "I do so love the rain." He said to himself "I wish it would come around more often." The Goodra began to head deeper into the cave. The Plusle and Minun cringed and crouched as low as they could, as if that would somehow stop the Goodra from noticing them. "What's this? It seems I have guests?" the Goodra said, looking down at the shivering pair of Pokemon curiously. Having been found out, the Plusle threw himself on the Goodra's mercy "We're sorry! We thought this cave was uninhabited! We didn't know it was yours! Please don't hurt us! We were just looking for a place to escape the rain!" "Whoa there little guy!" the Goodra replied "It's no problem at all. In fact, I insist you stay." "R-Really?" the Minun responded in disbelief. "Of course, I don't get many visitors and it can get rather lonely out here sometimes." the Goodra replied "It will be nice to have some company for a while." "Th-Thank you." They both said, still in disbelief of their luck. "Come on in, I'll show you around." the Goodra invited them. In reality there wasn't much to see; It was a cave after all. But they didn't want to be ungrateful to their host, so they listened to him with feigned interest as he pointed out the "living room" and "bed room", both of which were just arbitrary locations in the cave. Next they arrived at the "dining room". A loud growl escaped the Goodra's stomach and echoed through the cave. "Oh, excuse me!" the Goodra apologized "I haven't eaten in quite some time." "Maybe we could help you with that?" the Plusle offered "It's the least we can do for letting us stay here." "Can we get you some leaves or berries?" the Minun asked. "No thanks, I eat something a bit... different." the Goodra replied. "So what DO you eat?" the Minun pushed. "Well, mostly I eat smaller Pokemon." the Goodra replied bluntly. The Plusle and Minun both chuckled nervously. He was joking right? But the Goodra wasn't laughing. In fact they could see it in his eye's, he was sizing them up like pieces of meat. His tongue absentmindedly licked his lips. The Plusle and Minun gasped in horror before making a break for the exit. They hadn't made it more than a few steps before something slimy and sticky wrapped around each of their waists and hoisted them into the air. They had each been wrapped in one of the Goorda's antennae and were being pulled back towards him. "No! Please don't do this!" The Plusle begged. "I'm sorry." the Goodra halfheartedly apologized "It's nothing personal, I'm just so hungry and you just look so appetizing." In an act of desperation, both the Plusle and Minun attempted to shock the Goodra, channeling electricity through his antennae into his body. The Goodra began to giggle uncontrollably "Stop, stop, that tickles!" Unfortunately it seemed their attack was having little effect on the Goodra and it wasn't long before they ran out of juice. The Goodra came down from his laughing fit and another loud growl escaped his stomach. "Well that was fun, but play time is over. It's time for dinner." the Goodra said before moving the Plusle in front of his mouth. The Goodra opened his mouth wide, giving the Plusle a perfect view of his salivating maw and rippling throat. "Please don't!..." the Plusle begged again before his head was shoved into the Goodra's mouth. The Goodra unwrapped his antenna from the Plusle, leaving the lower half of his body still thrashing and kicking outside his mouth. Tears steamed down the Minun's face as she watched the horrible scene unfold in front of her. "Please, spit him out!" She begged. Some incoherent mumbles and pleasured moans were all she got in response. The Goodra was lost in pleasure of predation. He licked his tongue over the Plusle's head and face, slathering him in saliva and taking in his flavor. The sweet, tender meat of small rodent tasted heavenly to the Goodra. He had to have more. So the Goodra tilted his head back, allowing gravity to pull the Plusle down to the back of his throat. The Goodra continued to lick every inch of the Plusle's body as he sank further and further into his gullet. Another growl from his stomach let the Goodra know that it was time to stop playing with his food and send it down to be processed. And so with a loud gulp, the Goodra began to swallow. Crushing throat muscles squeezed around the Plusle's face as he was pulled into the Goodra's throat. Each swallow that the Goodra made pulled the Plusle deeper. The Plusle could hear the growling of the eager stomach below him and with each gulp, the growling grew closer. ****** The Minun watched in horror as a sizable lump made its way down the Goodra's body, heading towards his pudgy belly. That was her friend and her lover. To watch as her mate become food for a hungry predator was unbearable. This couldn't be happening; It had to be some kind of sick and twisted nightmare. She was so fixated on the horrendous sight that she didn't even notice the gooey member slowly emerging from between the Goodra's legs. The Goodra was wholeheartedly enjoying his meal. He couldn't help but be turned on by the pleasure he was getting from consuming the tiny rodent. Each swallow made his cock grow larger and harder, driven by the thought of soon having prey struggling within his belly. ****** The Plusle felt his muzzle press against the stomach's sphincter. He shivered as he thought about what lie in store for him on the other side. He could hear the gurgling and churning of the stomach as it awaited his arrival. Finally the sphincter yawned open, allowing him to slide into the putrid sac. A small pool of gastric acid had already formed, eager to begin breaking down his body. The Plusle struggled to right himself in the fetid pit of flesh and with some effort he managed to get upright. But this left his feet to soak in the digestive juices, which were already beginning to sting. He pressed his body hard against the stomach walls, trying to break free from the caustic chamber, but he was no match for the elastic flesh of the stomach. ****** The Minun's watched breathlessly as the lump entered the Goodra's belly. With his meal fully ingested, the Goodra let out a contented sigh. The Minun stared at the belly; She couldn't believe he was in there; It seemed impossible. Her horrors were confirmed though as the Plusle's form pressed out from inside the stomach. A fresh wave of tears streamed down her face as she was confronted with the stark reality. The Goodra poked at the squirming form like it was some kind of game, which filled the Minun with rage. "You monster! How could you do this to us?! Is this just some kind of sick game to you?!" she accosted the Goodra. "This isn't a game. I just enjoy feeling him squirm." the Goodra said innocently. The Minun's eyes grew wide in shock at how nonchalant he was about this. He truly was a monster. It would have been one thing if he had been doing this with malicious intent, but the Goodra genuinely seemed to be indifferent towards their plight. It was like he didn't even see them as living, breathing Pokemon. It was like how an herbivore eats a plant; They do not care for the plant's pain or well being. And that's exactly what they were to the Goodra, nothing more than food to be eaten for nourishment. The Goodra let out a lusty moan of pleasure "Oh he just feels so good wriggling around in there!" Suddenly the antenna holding the Minun moved. She cringed and squeaked in terror, expecting to be tossing into the Goodra's ravenous gullet However, the antenna didn't move her to the Goodra's mouth. It moved her down to his distended belly and pressed her against it before releasing her. She tried to pull away from him, but his body was covered in a sticky slime that had already begun to seep into her fur. It took a lot of effort just to remove one paw, and even then, strands of the sticky substance still connected her to the beast. He had placed her right outside of the Plusle's form. She could hear the groans and gurgles of the stomach as it worked on its meal and it sent a chill down her spine. "What are you doing?!" she asked in surprise and horror. "I just wanted to try something." the Goodra responded coyly. "What?" the Minun questioned, still not understanding the Goodra's actions until something slimy brushed between her legs. She looked down and her eyes grew even wider as she beheld the Goodra's massive tapered cock. Was this some kind of sick joke?! As if it wasn't enough that this creature had eaten her mate and was going to eat her, but now he was going to violate her too?! "You sick pervert! Keep that thing away from me!" she tried to struggle again, but the Goodra wrapped his arms around her in a perverse hug. He held her there as he aimed his cock towards her entrance. And then he began push. The Minun gasped as the tip entered her. It actually wasn't bad at first, but as the girth increased, the Minun quickly found herself being stretched beyond her limits. "Stop! You'll tear me apart!" she cried out as tears of pain welled up in her eyes. ****** It burned! Oh dear Arceus, it burned! The skin had already been stripped from the Plusle's feet, exposing muscles and tendons to the powerful gastric acids. On top of that, the pool of acid had risen to his waist, making his entire lower body burn. He continued to press against the stomach walls in a desperate attempt at escape. He could swear that he heard the Minun just on the other side of the wall. She was shouting something, but he couldn't make out what. Then he heard her scream and for a moment his own pain was forgotten. "What is he doing to you?!" the Plusle tried to shout through the stomach walls "Is he hurting you? I swear to Arceus, I'll..." His sentence was cut short by his own scream as the muscles were eaten away from his feet, causing the pain to return in full force. ****** The Goodra's eyes were shut in pure bliss. Between the meal squirming within his stomach and the tight hole massaging his dick, he wasn't sure how long he would last. The squishes and squelches of their unnatural coupling filled the cave as the Goodra humped the Minun fervently. She let out pained cries with each thrust, the cock making a disturbingly large bulge in her belly. She thought she heard the Plusle shout something through the stomach walls, then she heard an unmistakable cry of agony from within. Whatever pain she was feeling now, her love was feeling it tenfold. ****** The pain had grown to unbearable levels. The acid had risen to his neck now, subjecting his entire body to the vicious acids. He could no longer feel the lower half of his body; The flesh had been entirely stripped from his bones. He was losing strength quickly and he no longer had the power to press against the stomach walls. Giving in, he sat back against the stomach, completely exhausted and in terrible pain. The acid tore through his chest cavity, assaulting his vital organs. His last few moments were filled with sure agony. His ragged breathing slowly came to a halt as he was destroyed both inside and out. One tiny shred of sanity prayed to Arceus that the Minun would not have to suffer the same fate as him. ****** The thrusting never seemed to end. The Minun tried to block it out by focusing on the Plusle. Even though they were separated by a wall of flesh and blood, it still gave her a bit of strength to know he was still here with her. However, that didn't last. The Plusle's form sank back into the Goodra's belly as he lost the strength to fight. "No! Oh dear Arceus no! Please don't leave me!" she cried out desperately. Feeling the prey stop within him sent the Goodra over the edge. He let out a deep lustful moan "Here I cum!" The Goodra thrust himself into the Minun as deep as his cock would go. A sharp pain shot through the Minun as she was stretched past her limit. Then she felt a warm, slimy substance shoot deep into her womb. Glob after glob of Goodra spunk shot into her body; The sheer quantity distending her belly even more. The Goodra managed to ride out his orgasm for several minutes before he finally shot the last of his seed into the poor Minun. The Minun simply collapse against the Goodra's belly, panting heavily. She was broken in both body and spirit. This monster had killed her mate and ravaged her body. She had no reason to keep on living. She welcomed digestion at this point. After a minute of rest, the Goodra reached down with his antenna and wrapped it around the Minun's waist again. With a little effort he managed to pull her from his cock and sticky chest. The Minun looked terrible; She was covered from head to tail in sticky slime and a mixture of Goodra spooge and blood flowed from her abused nethers. The Goodra just looked at her and smiled, again indifferent to the pain she was feeling. "That was fun, but I'm still hungry, so down you go." the Goodra said cheerfully. "You monster... You killed him..." the Minun uttered "I hope you choke on me." The Goodra didn't bother to respond. He simply opened his mouth, allowing his putrid breath to waft over her. She could still smell the Plusle's scent in it and it brought a tear to her eye. Just like he had with the Plusle, the Goodra devoured the Minun's head first, licking and tasting her sweet flavor. She couldn't help but squirm in disgust. She thought the slime had been gross, but him warm salivating maw took disgusting to a whole new level. The Goodra tilted his head back and unwrapped his antenna from the Minun, allowing her to slide back into his throat. As her nethers entered the Goodra's mouth, he was treated to a cocktail of his own cum and her blood, causing him to moan in pleasure at her taste. The Minun found herself in the confines of the Goodra's throat, powerful muscles pulling her downward with each gulp from the ravenous Goodra. She could clearly hear the gurgling and churning of the active stomach below her and it grew closer with each passing second. Soon she found herself pressed against a tight ring of flesh; The gateway to a hell she couldn't even imagine. She remember the cry of agony that she had heard from the Plusle and her survival instincts kicked back into high gear; She changed her mind! She didn't want to die like this! The thought of suffering like that terrified her! Her nightmare was about to become a reality as the sphincter opened allowing the Minun to slid into the gurgling sac. Instantly she was blasted with the stench of digesting fur and flesh. It made her nose scrunch in disgust, but she only had to endure this for a moment before she splashed down in a pool of gastric acid and chyme. She struggled frantically, trying to right herself in the caustic fluid. By some miracle (or curse) she managed to raise her head above the pool of acid, but her face still stung from its brief period submerged in the digestive fluid. The rest of her body quickly followed suit, stinging and burning as the gastric acid began to break down her flesh. As she stewed away in that nightmarish pit, she felt several small hard objects press against her body. Although she couldn't see them, she was pretty sure she knew what they were, and the tought filled her with dread. However what was worse was the soft, mushy object that pressed against her. While she still had feeling in her paws, she reached out to touch it. It was the unmistakable head of her mate. She ran her paws down it, the skin turning to exposed muscle and then... nothing. A chill ran down her spine; The entire lower half of his body was missing, dissolved into the hellish soup she was now submerged in. A fresh wave of tears flowed from her eyes. She wept as she hugged the half-digested corpse close to her. It wasn't fair! He didn't deserve such a horrible fate! He hadn't deserve to suffer like that! Neither of them did! Jolts of pain shot through her body as her skin began to tear and flake away. She clung tighter to her mate's lifeless corpse, as if he could somehow still comfort her from the horrors to come. Her skin was rapidly stripped from her body, causing her to tremble violently in shock. She let out a cry of sheer agony as pain wracked her entire body. Despite the pain, she clung relentlessly to her mate, even as his muscles were dissolve and she was forced to clutch his stripped skeleton. Her own muscles began to dissolve away as the vicious acids worked to tear them apart. She was wracked by pain in places she didn't even know were possible. She wailed in anguish as she suffered through this living hell. She could feel her strength failing as her muscles were stripped from her bones. Within minutes she could no longer feel her paws or feet, all flesh having been completely dissolved from them. She was losing her mind; She couldn't take the ever increasing tide of pain, and she begged Arceus to make it to stop. He prayers were soon answered as the acid burned its way into her chest. It made quick work of internal organs, shutting down her body, and finally delivering her into the sweet embrace of death. ****** The Goodra breathed a sigh of disappointment. It looked like the fun was over. It had been long time since he had a meal that good. He sincerely hoped that more company would find their way into his cave soon. But for now he was feeling sleepy. He lied down and drifted off to sleep, while his gurgling stomach worked to break down the last of his meal. After an hour, all the remained were two skeletons; One still clutching the other in a macabre display of love and desperation.