Warning: This story involves scenes of torture, 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.

An Impossible Choice

Why them? Dear Arceus, why them?! This was the question had been buzzing around in Quill's mind for the last couple of hours. The Quilava sat in a stone cell along side his mate, a beautiful young Vulpix named Ember. They were both rather timid by nature, and had lived fairly peaceful and uneventful lives... until today. An entire forest of Pokemon, and they had to be the ones to run into that cursed Nidoking and Rhydon. It was over in a flash; Quill and Ember had both been knocked out, and woke up in the cell they found themselves in now.

They had heard the rumors about Pokemon disappearing in the forest recently. Well it appeared that the rumors were true, and they were about to find out exactly what had happened to those missing Pokemon. Of course they had their own theories on the subject. It was possible that those two brutes were just a pair of rogue Pokemon, kidnapping others and doing Arceus knows what to them. But it was far more likely that the two were goons working for one of the Vorlords. That thought sent a cold chill down their spines.

Unfortunately the door to their cell was made out of metal, and the only window was far to high to climb out. They had no choice, but to sit and await their fates. Eventually they heard voices coming from outside the cell. They recognized the voices as those of the Nidoking and Rhydon. Moments later the cell door creaked open, and their captors stood in the doorway.

"Alright you two, come with us." the Nidoking instructed.

They didn't resist. They already knew that they stood no chance against the monstrous duo. Instead they just followed quietly, praying to Arceus that this was all just some kind of misunderstanding. They stepped out into a hallway lined with many doors like the one they had been behind. At the end of the hallway they stopped by a wooden door. The Rhydon opened it to reveal another cell; This one containing a single summer-coated Deerling. She looked nervous, but it appeared to be more out of confusion than palpable fear.

"It's time to go. Follow us, and don't try anything funny." the Rhydon instructed.

The Deerling nodded sheepishly before filing in behind Quill and Ember. They were lead to a set of large double doors, which the Nidoking and Rhydon used their tremendous strength to open. As the large doors creaked open, the trio were granted a view of what lied on the other side. It was a rather spacious room that was largely empty, save for a single Grumpig sitting on a makeshift throne with a wicked grin on his face. Quill and Ember's hearts skipped a beat at the sight of the smiling swine. It was far worse than they had imagined; Vorlord Nefarious. The Grumpig's cruelty was nearly legendary. Very few Pokemon had ever seen Vorlord Nefarious, and survived; And those that did were never the same, forever haunted by the atrocities they had witnessed.

Quill and Ember froze in the doorway, gripped by absolute terror, but they were quickly shoved through by the brutish goons. They were herded to the center of the room, where they trembled in fear. The two cronies stood behind; They looked nervous, as if awaiting judgment. Nefarious just stared at them for a few moments before finally giving them a dismissive wave. The two guards breathed a sigh of relief and, left the room, closing the large door behind them.

"Greetings my three little morsels, I am Vorlord Nefarious, and I will be your host for this evening." the Grumpig introduced himself.

"W-Why are we here?" the Deering asked nervously. She must have lived a sheltered life if she was unaware of the fate that was about to befall them.

"I'm glad you asked that, my dear. You see, you three are going to serve as my meal and entertainment for the evening." Nefarious replied.

"W-What?!" the Deerling exclaimed, completely taken aback by the response. Quill and Ember were far less surprised, but that didn't make it any less terrifying to hear.

"That's right. I'm going to devour you whole, one by one, while the others are forced to watch." Nefarious elaborated "The only question is, who to gulp down first?"

Nefarious scanned the room. The Deerling was backing away slowly, her legs quivering uncontrollably. The Quilava and Vuplix had huddled together, trembling in mortal terror as they sought to comfort one another. Other Pokemon may have been touched by such a display, but it only served to ignite Nefarious's sadistic tendencies.

"Let's see. I think I'll start with... you!" Nefarious proclaimed.

A purple aura surrounded the Deerling, levitating her into the air and back towards Nefarious. Her legs began to thrash wildly in the air, seeking purchase to escape the crazed Grumpig. But it was a pointless endeavor, she was too far off the floor to do anything more than struggle pitifully in the air. As she grew closer, Nefarious strengthened his hold on her, forcing her body to remain as rigid as a statue. He licked his lips as he looked over her succulent young body.

"Now watch closely you two. I wouldn't want you to miss the show." Nefarious said to Quill and Ember.

Nefarious stuck out his tongue, and ran a long slow lick up the Deerling's neck. A shudder of terror and disgust ran down the Deerling's spine as she was tasted. Everything about it felt vile and wrong. She wanted to get away, but she was powerless within the Grumpig's grasp. Nefarious finished his lick at her cheek, leaving a thin trail of saliva on her face. As he had suspected, she tasted a lot like vegetables and fresh greens. It wasn't his favorite flavor, but that wouldn't stop him from finishing his meal. Nefarious opened his mouth wide, revealing his salivating maw to the trio of Pokemon. Panic ran through the Deerling's mind as she stared at the swirling tongue and rippling throat muscles, eager to accept her into the Grumpig's body.

"N-No! P-Please, don't do this! I don't want to...!" her panicked babble was cut off as she was shoved into the gluttonous Grumpig's maw.

Nefarious loosened his hold on her, allowing her to struggle once again. Quill and Ember watched in horror as the Deerling was gulped down bit by bit. Her muffled cries for help grew quieter and quieter as she sank further into the Grumpig's gullet. A lump could clearly be seen traveling down the Grumpig's throat, eventually disappearing into his fat gut. It wasn't long until only the Deerling's twitching back hooves remained visible outside of Nefarious's mouth. And with one final gulp, those too disappeared into the Grumpig's gullet.

Quill and Ember couldn't believe it. They had just witnessed another Pokemon being eaten alive. That Deerling was a thinking feeling Pokemon, and Nefarious had gobbled her down like she was nothing. It was truly mortifying to watch.

"Don't be shy you two. Why don't you come closer, and see how your little friend is fairing inside my gut?" Nefarious offered.

Quill and Ember would have refused, but they actually had no say in the matter. They found themselves wrapped in psychic energy, floating them up and over to Nefarious's belly. Their ears were pressed to his stomach, forcing them to listen to the guttural noises coming from within. They could hear the gurgling and churning of his active gut. But far more disturbing, were the desperate pleas of the still living Deerling. She was fighting for her life inside that acrid death chamber, gastric acid and digestive enzymes tearing her apart, piece by piece. Her cries of distress slow shifted to screams of agony. Each grizzly scream sent chills of terror down the listening duo's spines. They couldn't even imagine the kind of pain she was in. Tears ran down their cheeks, both from pity for the poor Deerling, and the horrific realization that they would soon be suffering the same terrible fate. Eventually her tortured screams died out, leaving only the squelches and groans of a working stomach.

A morbid silence hung over the room; The reality of what just happened was too horrible for words. Those screams would haunt them for the rest of their lives; Though they knew that wouldn't be for long. There was no denying it. They were doomed to become meals for the gluttonous Grumpig. The only question was, which of them would be next?

"The appetizer was okay, but I'm really looking forward to the main course." Nefarious said with a devious grin.

Quill suddenly found himself hoisted into the air by psychic energy, and facing towards Nefarious. The Grumpig opened his mouth wide again, giving Quill a much clearer view of the slimy maw that awaited him. Slowly he was levitated toward the eager gullet. Like the Deerling, he began to struggle and thrash wildly for his life.

"Please, no! Dear Archeus, no! Please don't! I'll do anything, ANYTHING!" Quill pleaded for his life.

Nefarious actually stopped for a moment "Hmmm, anything you say?"

Quill was surprised that Nefarious had even listened to him, but he didn't waste any time in responding "Y-Yes! Please, just don't send be in there!" he begged.

Nefarious looked thoughtful for a second, and peered down at Ember "That Vulpix, she's your mate, am I right?" he asked.

"Y-Yes." Quill responded hesitantly, uncertain of Nefarious's motive.

"Eat her." Nefarious stated bluntly.

"What?" Quill was so shocked by the request that he was sure that he had heard it wrong.

"I want to see which you value more, your love or your life." Nefarious replied "So you can either devour her, and I let you live; Or you can refuse, and suffer an agonizingly slow death along side her."

He couldn't be serious! How could Nefarious possibly expect him to do such a thing?! It was cruel! It was sick! It was... his only way out. It wasn't death itself that scared him, but rather the manner of death that terrified him. The Deerling's screams still rang fresh in his mind, and they chilled him to his very core. And here he was, actually given an avenue of escape, but it would mean condemning Ember to that horrible fate. A moral battle raged within his mind. She was going to die either way, wasn't she? There was no reason they both had to die, right? She would want him to live, right? Besides, wouldn't she rather be eaten by the one she loved than some disgusting Vorlord? No matter how he tried to rationalize it though, deep down he knew that there would be no excuse for committing such a heinous act.

Nefarious set them on the floor a short distance from each other. "Well I'm waiting." he said impatiently.

Quill took a hesitant step towards Ember.

"Q-Quill, you aren't actually thinking of going through with this, are you?" she asked nervously.

Quill hung his head in shame "I'm sorry Ember. I... I just can't go through that."

Ember's eyes grew wide at that response "Y-You coward! I-I can't believe you! I... I hate you! I... I..." she break down into sobs, completely taken aback by the unexpected betrayal.

Those words cut Quill deep, and he knew that he deserved every one of them. He tried to push his feelings aside as he slowly approached Ember, and grabbed her sobbing form in his paws. She looked at him one last time with pleading eyes. He could see the hurt and betrayal in her stare, and it broke his heart. But fear still overpowered the guilt that he felt.

"I'm sorry." was all Quill could offer the weeping Vulpix.

Tears streamed down his own face as he opened his mouth wide. Ember couldn't believe this was happening. It was bad enough that she was going to be eaten and digested alive, but to have the act committed by her own husband was the ultimate cruelty. He was supposed to stick by her until the bitter end, but instead he had chosen to kill her in order to save his own skin. Despair overtook Ember as she stared into warm slimy maw in front of her. She hardly struggled at all as she was pushed into Quill's mouth. The last she would ever see of her once beloved mate was the rippling muscles of his traitorous throat.

With tear-filled eyes, Quill began to swallow his mate. It wasn't an easy task. He wasn't used to eating meals of this size, and he nearly choked on her several times while gulping her down.

"How is she?" Nefarious taunted him "I bet she tastes amazing."

Quill almost gagged as he heard this. He was far too miserable to even notice her flavor. In fact, he wasn't enjoying any part of this. It was sick and twisted, and he just wanted it to be over already. Unfortunately he was only up to her midsection and still had a ways to go. He tried to focus solely on the action of swallowing, blocking everything else out, including what it was that he WAS swallowing. After some time, Ember's tails finally disappeared into Quill's maw, allowing him to close his mouth, and seal the Vulpix's fate. Ember made a fairly sizable bulge in the Quilava's stomach. He could see the bulge squash and stretch as Ember squirmed within him.

"Can't you feel her? Squirming and struggling for her life?" Nefarious continued to taunt Quill "Ah, there is no feeling quite like having a living Pokemon inside your gut."

Quill could feel it alright, and it made him sick to his stomach. It felt so unnatural to have a living thing inside him. A feeling that was made that much worse by the knowledge that, that thing was his wife. And it would only get worse from there. Within mere minutes, her squirms increased to desperate struggles. Panicked cries could be heard from the Quilava's stomach. It was Ember; She was in pain; And worst of all, he was the one doing this to her.

"Ah, the screams of dying Pokemon." Nefarious reveled in her suffering "It's rare that I get to hear them coming from inside another."

Quill trembled violently, tears of sorrow running down his face, as he was forced to endure Ember's cries of agony. It dragged on for several excruciating minutes, his stomach gurgling and groaning as it mercilessly digested the poor Vulpix alive. Slowly but surely Ember's cries and struggles died out. Soon, the only motions and sounds that remained were those of his working gut. Ember was no longer among them; She was gone.

A lance of deep regret skewered Quill's heart "Why?! Oh dear Arceus, WHY?!" he wailed, breaking down into a defeated sob.

Sure he would live, but could he truly live with himself now? He was a murderer; He had tortured and killed his own wife, just to save his own wretched life; He was the lowest form of scum imaginable. Quill was so distraught that he didn't even notice the psychic aura envelope him and drag him around the fortress. It wasn't until an iron rich scent reached his nose, that he was snapped back to reality. Quill took a good look at his new surroundings. They were in a different room now, one filled with all manner menacing looking devices. There were red stains on the walls and floors, and the stench of blood hung heavily in the air. 

"W-Where are we?" Quill asked, fear once again welling up in the pit of his stomach.

"This is my playroom." Nefarious replied "This is where I treat my guests to only the most exquisite forms of pain, and it's where you will be spending the rest of your miserable little life."

"What?! B-But you said..." Quill began to object.

"I said that I would let you live." Nefarious stated "I never said that I would let you go. From now on, you will be my new plaything, to torment and break as I see fit."

Nefarious floated the Quilava over to a nearby wall, and clasped a pair of iron shackles around his upper paws, forcing me to hang uncomfortably by his wrists.

"As per our agreement, I won't kill you." Nefarious suddenly leaned in close, his voice turning dark and ominous "But when I'm through with you, you'll be begging me to eat you." Nefarious backed off, pacing the room thoughtfully "Now which game should we play first?"

Quill began to sweat; He wasn't ready for this. After everything he'd been through, was he really going to be made to suffer even more?!

"I've got it!" Nefarious said, finally coming to a decision "I've been meaning to work on my Psycho Cut technique, and you will make the perfect test victim." he said, holding out one of his hooves flat.

Quill's eyes grew wide with terror "P-P-Please don't do this!" he begged.

Nefarious grinned wickedly before swinging his arm through the air in a horizontal slashing motion. A sharp pain cut through Quill's body, making him yelp in shock. A thin gash opened across his chest, allowing blood to ooze from the fresh wound. He hissed and breathed deeply as the cut stung him mercilessly.

Nefarious looked disappointed "Is that it? I must be more out of practice than I thought. Let's see if we can't do better." he commented.

Nefarious swung his arm in a vertical slash, cutting another gash up Quill's body. This cut hurt even more than the last one, making Quill cry out in pain.

"Ah, that's much better." Nefarious said approvingly "Now have another. And another!" he cackled maniacally as he unleashed a relentless barrage of Psycho Cuts on the poor Quilava.

Quill released cry after pain-filled cry as his body was sliced and lacerated by Nefarious's vicious assault. He twitched and writhed within his bonds, trying desperately to escape the onslaught, but it only served to agitate his wounds. He tried to beg for mercy, but the constant torrent of pain prevented him from forming even a single comprehensive word. He was powerless to stop Nefarious, and had no choice but to endure the sadistic Grumpig's whims. Seconds felt like hours to the poor Quilava, his sense of time twisted by the stabbing pain from his chest. He had no idea how long he was subjected to that torture before Nefarious finally stopped.

"I think that's good for now." Nefarious said, inspecting his handiwork "Wouldn't want you to bleed out, now would we?" he chuckled cruelly "I hope you enjoyed your little taste of what's to come. I can assure you, it will only get worse from here." Nefarious cackled before taking his leave.

Quill didn't respond, he didn't have the strength. He just hung there, body trembling violently from the shock it had received. His breaths were heavy and ragged, each one filled with pain. Blood seeped from his open wounds, soaking into his fur as it dripped down his body. Lastly, tears of anguish cascaded down his face, a reflection of the sheer agony he was in.

Over the next week, Quill's life was transformed into a living hell. Nefarious spent most of his free time trying to come up with new and creative ways to torture him. He faded in and out of consciousness. The moments he spent awake were filled with nothing but pain and agony. But unconsciousness granted him no respite from his suffering. While he was out, he would be haunted by the tortured screams of his dying wife. It was like a never ending cycle of physical and emotional pain.

"Now, what form of torture shall I inflict upon you today?" Nefarious asked.

"P-P-Please... Just kill me." Quill uttered weakly.

"Oh, but that would go against our little deal." Nefarious stated "But I suppose there is one way I'd be willing break our agreement... I want to hear you say it."

"S-Say what?" Quill inquired desperately.

"You know what I want." Nefarious said, patting his belly for extra effect.

Quills eyes grew wide as realization struck him "Eat me" he muttered in defeat.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" Nefarious teased him cruelly.

"Please! Eat me! I'm begging you!" Quill shouted with the last of his strength. He didn't care anymore; What lied ahead for him couldn't possibly be worse than this hell he was living in now.

"Oh what delicious irony. Imagine, just a week ago you were willing to kill your own wife to avoid being eaten by me, and now you're literally begging for it." Nefarious smirked "Luckily for you, I am feeling a bit peckish, and you DO look rather appetizing... Fine; That body of yours won't hold out for much longer anyway, and I DO want your final screams to come from within my stomach."

Quill felt psychic energy surround him, and her heard the click of his shackles unlocking. It was an tremendous relief to finally have his arms free, even if they flared with pain at the slightest movement. Nefarious floated him over in front of his face.

"Well, it's been fun, but I suppose you've outlived your novelty. Do me one last favor, and make you scream for me as you die." Nefarious said before opening his maw wide.

Quill stared into the pit of salivating flesh before him. He could see the dark passage leading to his demise, lined with powerful throat muscles that eagerly awaited his arrival. Despite Quill's despair, the sight of the drooling maw triggered something within him. His survival instincts kicked into high gear as a primal fear of being eaten welled up within him. He would have struggled for his life, but even the smallest move sent surges of pain through his broken body. He could do nothing but watch in terror as the slobbering maw grew closer.

Rippling flesh filled Quill's vision as he was crammed head-first into the gluttonous Grumpig's mouth. Nefarious ran his tongue along Quill's underside, being sure to take in the Quilava's spicy flavor. Fresh pain lanced through Quill's body as the tongue ran across his wounds, drenching them in stinging saliva. Nefarious found the taste of blood to by quite refreshing. It was a luxury he rarely afforded himself, since he usually preferred to swallow his prey undamaged. He made sure to savor the moment, prolonging Quill's suffering that much more.

Once Nefarious had his fill of the Quilava, he tilted his head back, allowing gravity to pull Quill into his awaiting gullet. Quill felt tight muscles clasp around his muzzle. Rhythmic waves of peristalsis pulled at him as Nefarious began to swallow, each gulp drawing more and more of his aching body into the Grumpig's throat.

The trip down the throat was the worst torture yet. Powerful throat muscles squeezed his broken body from all sides, threatening to crush the very life from him. He swore he could feel his weakened ribs snapping, sending fresh hot waves of agony through his system. He cried out at the rising tide of pain that was slowly consuming more and more of him. A smug grin of satisfaction crept onto Nefarious's face as he heard Quill's pain filled cries. He knew that things would only get worse for the poor Quilava once he reached the stomach.

Quill was in too much pain to pay attention to his descent, and before he knew it, his muzzle was being squeezed through a tight sphincter into a acrid chamber of horror and death. The smell of acid struck his nose immediately, but a far fouler stench grabbed his attention; It was the smell of rotting meat. Dear Arceus, had he eaten some other poor Pokemon before coming here. It didn't take him long to get his answer as he was shoved into something soft and mushy. It was such a ghastly shock, that he almost forgot about the extreme pain he was in... almost. As more of his body was shoved into the stomach, his wounds were dressed in acid and chyme, stinging him unbearably. It added another layer pain to his already ravaged body, and easily overshadowed any disgust he was feeling.

It wasn't long before his entire body was crammed into that fetid pit, the entrance sealing shut behind him. There were a few moments of silence, save for Quill's pitiful whimpers. The stomach walls gurgled and churned around him, oozing digestive juices onto their fresh meal. Quill hardly noticed this at first, the light sting of the acid paling in comparison to the immense pain radiating from his broken body. But this didn't last; Soon, Quill began to feel a burning sensation all over his body. Patches of fur started to fall from his skin, mixing in with the bubbling chyme surrounding him.

Things only got worse for the poor Quilava. Stomach acid ate away at the exposed flesh around his wounds, wracking his body in burning agony. Despite the extreme pain he was in, his thoughts turned to Ember. Was this what she had suffered through? He couldn't believe he had put her through this. And the worst part was that it was all for naught. In the end, he had still become a meal for Nefarious, the only difference was that now he would die alone. Tears of regret joined his tears of misery; Oh dear Arceus, why had he been such a coward?

He wasn't able to hold onto his thoughts for long. As his skin dissolved, agonizing pain wracked his body. It was far worse than any torture Nefarious could have administered. Pain was everywhere; It covered every inch of his body, like thousands of tiny Durants gnawing away at his flesh. He cried out in sheer agony, his senses once again overwhelmed by raw pain. However, the scream was silenced as the stomach walls closed in around him, crushing his battered body, and leaving him speechless. The walls ground and tore at his burning flesh, stripping him of skin and exposing sensitive muscle tissue.

Eventually the walls relented, leaving Quill trembling violently from the shock. His body twitched and writhed as the caustic stomach acids ate away at his muscles. He no longer had the strength to scream or struggle. He could only lie there and suffer as he waited for death to take him. His mind begged and pleaded for it to end; For Arceus to finally free him from his suffering. But for all he knew, he may have already died and gone to hell.

His body was beginning to fail. He had already been weak when entering the stomach, and he couldn't take the strain or shock the hostile environment was putting on him. His consciousness was fading, his thoughts becoming fragmented and disconnected. Pain; Regret; Despair; These feelings were all that remained of Quill's fractured mind as his muscles were dissolved into mush. The final blow came when walls closed in again, crushing the remaining life from his devastated body. There was one last sharp jab of pain before everything went numb. He was finally free of the prison of pain his body had become, but his spirit could not seem to find peace. Ember... would he see her again in the next life? Would she remember what he had done to her? And if so, would she ever be able to forgive him?