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!

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You Look Cold My Dear

How did she get herself into these messes? It had seemed like a good idea at the time to take a shortcut through the valley between the twin peaks, but now the Glaceon was beginning to have second thoughts. The dense forest foliage made it difficult to travel in a straight line and the thick forest canopy blocked her view, so she couldn't see the mountain peaks for reference. For all she knew, she had spent the last few hours walking in circles.

She sat down on her haunches, taking a moment to catch her breath and let her body cool. How could anyone stand to live in this stifling heat? In reality the forest temperature was quite fair, but compared to the frozen mountain peaks the ice type was used to, the forest was like a sauna to her.

As soon as she felt she had enough energy to continue, she pressed forward. The forest heat wasn't the only thing bothering her; Ever since she had entered the forest, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. It was like a malevolent set of eyes were on her at all times, watching her from afar and tracking her every movement. It prevented her from remaining in any one place for too long for fear that the unknown stalker would strike. She tried to tell herself that it was just paranoia caused by being lost in unfamiliar surroundings, but her basic instincts told her something was there. Little did she know how right she actually was.

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A Serperior yawned as the morning sun struck his body, warming his scales. He hung lazily in the treetops, occasionally flicking his forked tongue through the air, tasting the many scents of the forest below. However something was different this morning. An unfamiliar scent laced the air. It seemed an unexpected visitor had wandered into his territory. It would be rude to let his guest pass through without saying hello.

The Serperior uncoiled his massive body from around the tree he was resting in and began to head towards where the scent was strongest. With the skill of an expert predator, he silently glided through the trees, his body blending perfectly with the foliage around him. It wasn't long before he reached the source of the unfamiliar scent. Down below was a medium sized canine with icy blue fur. She stuck out against the forest flora like a sore paw. She obviously wasn't from around here.

The Serperior stomach growled a little as he stared down at wandering canine. She would make quite the sizable meal, he thought to himself. And such an exotic prey to boot. He licked his lips as he fantasized about tasting her soft tender flesh. Despite his rapidly rising hunger, he managed to remain patient. Judging by her appearance, she was most likely an ice type. With him being a grass type, acting impulsively could end in a great deal of pain for him. No, it was better to watch; Observe her behavior, learn her habits, and wait for the right moment to strike.

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The Glaceon was really starting to worry now. It had been a few hours now and she wasn't certain if she was any closer to finding an exit to this forest. On top of that, the nagging feeling that she was being watched had only grown stronger, putting her on edge. She stopped and spun around as she heard the rustling of leaves behind her. She bared her fangs, ready to take on whatever monstrosity was sneaking up on her, but found that it was just a Pachirisu who had emerged from a nearby bush. The electric rodent gasped in shock and scampered up a nearby tree. The Glaceon breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she really was letting her imagination get the best of her.

She turned back around and almost walked straight into the serpentine gaze of a massive snake. She shrieked, jumping back in shock and horror. With demonic speed, the Serperior was upon her. Taking advantage of her panicked state, he quickly embraced her in his coils. After a few moments of looking like a tangled mass of green and blue, the Serperior raised the Glaceon up in his coils, her lower legs completely locked in his grasp. His body twisted across her torso and stomach, coming back around to constrict her neck, leaving just enough room for her forepaws to struggle feebly. She was about to cry for help, when the coils suddenly tightened around her chest and neck, forcing the air from her lungs and reducing her cry to a pitiful wheeze.

"You look cold my dear. Pleassse allow me to asssissst in warming you." the Serperior hissed into her ear, before chuckling malevolently.

The Serperior began to tighten his grip on the Glaceon, slowly crushing the life out of her. The Glaceon felt the pressure around her body rise drastically, threatening to crush her bones to dust. She opened her mouth to scream in pain, but again there was no air to form the sound. Her breaths were long but shallow as she desperately tried to keep her lungs filled with air. One of her paws pressed feebly against the coil around her neck, trying to dislodge the scaled noose, but she was no match for the raw strength of the powerful muscles within. Her other paw clawed pitifully at the coil around her chest, but she couldn't even leave a scratch on his pristine scaly hide. The pressure was unbearable. It felt like at any moment her ribs would snap and her chest would be crushed.

The Glaceon craned her neck to meet the cold merciless eyes of her assailant. "Pl-Please... s-stop..." she managed to wheeze out in the most pitiful tone imaginable.

It was all she could do now. Beg; Beg and hope that the predator would take pity on her. But she could already see it in his eyes; They carried no sympathy for her plight; If anything, there was actually a glint of amusement at her suffering.

Despite this, the Serperior actually did stop applying further pressure to the poor Glaceon, leaving her body on the razor's edge of shattering. He didn't want to break her; Prey were always so much more satisfying when they were able to squirm and writhe within his belly. Speaking of which, he had kept his stomach waiting long enough. It was time to enjoy his hard earned meal. He stretched his maw open wide, showing off his impressive gullet and giving the Glaceon a preview of her fate.

The Glaceon could only whimper pathetically as she stared into the abyssal maw before her. Soft moist flesh rippled and glistened with saliva. It was a truly terrifying sight to behold. The Serperior moved his mouth directly above the Glaceon's head, a few strands of saliva oozing down onto her face. Slowly he descended upon the helpless Glaceon, making her dread every moment as her vision was obscured by salivating serpent flesh. Finally the Serperior clamped down, embracing the Glaceon with the warm moist folds of his maw.

The Serperior took a few moments to lap at her with his forked tongue. He could taste her terror and desperation; It was delicious, truly a heavenly combination. Once he was satisfied with tasting her, the Serperior began the painfully slow process of consuming his prey. His mouth slid down over the Glaceon's head, forcing it back towards his throat. Once he reached the base of her head, he finally uncoiled his tail from her neck.

Although her chest was still crushed, having the pressure relieved from her neck drastically increased her ability to breathe. She desperately gulped down mouthfuls of the stale putrid air from within the serpent's mouth. The Glaceon felt a small bit of strength return as air filled her lungs. Once again she pressed up with her front paws, trying her hardest to pry the serpent's maw from her head. But this proved to be little more than a nuisance to the Serperior, who continued to engulf the Glaceon's neck. The Glaceon could feel the slimy flesh sliding across her face as she was forced towards the back of the throat.

Her panic was renewed as she felt the powerful throat muscles clamp around her muzzle. She was being swallowed! And this beast didn't even have the decency to kill her first. He was going to devour her alive and whole, condemning her to melt away in his stomach. The thought made her shudder. She tried to scream for help, but her cries were muffled by the thick layer of flesh surrounding her. Not that anyone would have helped her, even if they heard. The Serperior was king of this forest and none would dare to oppose him, lest they end up a squirming bulge within his merciless gut. No, he would not be interrupted; He would be left to savor his meal in peace.

Inch by inch he slid down her body, his mouth stretching wide as he passed over her shoulders. A slight bulge formed in his neck as he gulped down the sizable meal. The Glaceon's paws flailed desperately as they were pinned to her sides, once again depriving then of their freedom. Next came the Glaceon's chest and stomach. The Serperior unwrapped his coil, finally relieving the pressure from the poor canine's chest. As soon as it was free, the Glaceon's body thrashed wildly, trying to break free from her fleshy prison. But with her upper body trapped within the Serperior's esophagus and her lower body still bound by his tight coils, the effort proved futile. The Serperior simply waited patiently for his prey to tire herself out before continuing to devour her.

The Glaceon panted heavily as the last of her strength was expended. The hot tight confines of the serpent's throat were starting to take their toll on her. To a normal Pokemon, the temperature may have been warm, pleasant even. But to an ice type like her, it was a sweltering pit of slimy flesh. She felt as her chest was slowly engulfed in the moist folds of the Serperior's mouth. Warm saliva oozed from the serpent's maw, running down her legs and thighs. It sent chills down her spine and made her lower body shiver in disgust and terror.

The Serperior was enjoying his meal immensely. Her flavor was unlike anything he had ever tasted and her cold body made for a oddly pleasant sensation as she slid down his throat. He worked his mouth down to her juicy thighs and finally loosened the coil around her back legs. They merely hung limply from his mouth, the Glaceon having no more energy left to struggle. Greedily he began to gulp down her legs and tail, using his powerful throat muscles to pull the Glaceon's body into his hungry maw. It wasn't long before only her paws and the tip of her tail remained outside the serpent's mouth. The Serperior ran his tongue along her paws, taking in the last of her flavor and making her toes squirm in disgust as the slimy appendage brushed over them. Once the paws were packed within his mouth, he closed his jaws, sealing the poor Glaceon within his damp humid gullet. Only the tip of her tail still protruded from his mouth, a faint remnant of the indistinguishable bulge in his throat. With one final gulp, the thin tail slipped between his lips and he breathed a sigh of satisfaction. She was his now, and soon she would become a part of him.

The Glaceon wasn't sure how long she had spent in the repulsive throat, but it felt like hours. Powerful muscles massaged across her body, slowly dragging her deeper into the serpent's gullet. She continued to pant heavily from the uncomfortable warmth surrounding her. She couldn't see anything and all she could hear was the slick squelching of the throat muscles as the rippled around her. It was an eerie calm before the storm that was to come.

The minutes dragged on as the rhythmic motions pulled her ever closer to her fate. She couldn't help but whimper as she contemplated what lied ahead of her. How much would it hurt? How long would it take? She had heard somewhere that snakes could take days to digest their meals. Oh dear Arceus, she didn't want to suffer for that long! Her body trembled in terror as panic once again gripped her mind. This couldn't be real; It had to be some kind of nightmare; A fevered hallucination caused by dehydration. But deep down, she knew it was real. She would meet her end here, within the putrid innards of this sadistic serpent. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she wept. She had fully given into despair.

The Serperior watched for a bit as the bulge slowly traveled down his massive body, admiring the way her body stretched his scales, making some of her features almost visible through the layer of flesh and scales. She had been quite the satisfying meal indeed, and he was sure he would get even more entertainment from her once she entered his stomach. For now, he just slithered up a nearby tree, letting the large bulge hang freely from the branches as he waited patiently for his meal to undergo the agonizingly slow process of digestion.

Finally the Glaceon felt her muzzle press against a puckered ring of flesh. The sphincter yawned open, allowing her passage to her final resting place. Her nose was immediately assaulted by the acrid stench of death and decay. As her body slid further into the stomach chamber, she brushed against various bits of mush and sludge. She tried hard not to think about what the slop was; It was far too horrifying to even imagine.

The stomach was just as cramped and humid as throat, giving the Glaceon room to do little more than squirm in the prison of flesh. The stomach gurgled and groaned around her as it prepared to process its latest meal. Caustic fluids seeped from the stomach walls, slowly coating the Glaceon's body and soaking into her fur. The digestive juices began the excruciatingly slow process of breaking down the Glaceon's body into vital nutrients for the Serperior. For the first couple of hours, the Glaceon even notice the digestive enzymes eating away at her flesh... that is, until her skin began to itch.

She started to feel it from the end of her muzzle to the tip of her tail. A light itching sensation plagued her skin, making her wriggle and squirm uncomfortably. Oh dear Arceus, she was being digested! The inevitability of the event did little to lessen the shock of its actual occurrence. She whimpered in distress as the itching steadily rose to a light burning sensation. She began to struggle weakly within the caustic chamber, rubbing and chafing her skin against the slimy stomach walls. As she moved about, bits and pieces of her fur fell loose, leaving exposed patches of skin for the acids to eat through.

This continued over the next couple of hours, her fur slowly dissolving while her skin became sensitive and raw. Every motion had become painful now; Each twist and turn sending searing waves of agony through her body. Her skin began to bubble and blister as her flesh was slowly torn apart. Blood oozed from the fresh wounds that were opening across her body, mixing with the slowly rising pool of chyme around her. Her body trembled violently in shock as her mind was wracked with pain from every angle. It was all too much for the poor Glaceon to take. She wailed in agony and thrashed about, desperately trying to escape the hell she was in.

The Serperior savored every moment of this. Her writhes of agony sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He let out a moan of delight; There was nothing quite like the feeling of another living creature squirming around in your gut. It was always his favorite part about the process; Feeling his prey's struggles weaken and die out always gave him such a rush. And judging by this prey's size, it would still be several more hours before her struggles would finally cease.

Hour after agonizing hour ticked by. The Glaceon was in poor shape now. Most of her skin was destroyed, leaving muscle and sinew exposed to the caustic environment around her. Her thin tail had all but dissolved, leaving only loose strand of flesh wilting along the stomach floor. Her body twitched and shuddered weakly as her muscles were slowly destroyed by the relentless stomach acids. She was losing her mind, the pain driving every rational thought from her brain. When would this nightmare end?! How much longer would she have to suffer through this hell?!

Unfortunately the stomach acids were in no hurry to finish her off. They slowly ate away at her muscles, breaking them apart one cell at a time. A few more hours and she was nothing more than a gasping hunk of meat and bone. Liquified flesh sloshed from her body, becoming a nutrient rich soup for the Serperior's body to absorb. Pain was all the poor Glaceon knew; Every breath was a fresh wave of agony; Her suffering was absolute. She wanted more than anything for it to end, but her body continued its pitiful attempts at survival. It didn't understand the futility of the situation and would fight to the very end, even if it meant prolonging her stay in this hell.

She wasn't certain how long she remained like that; Minutes? Hour? Days? It all felt the same to her; One endless stream of agony; Ever present and all consuming. She pleaded and begged Arceus for it to end, for her to be granted the mercy of death. It seemed her wish would finally be granted as stomach acids seeped into her skull and chest cavity, destroying her in both mind and body. At last her spirit would be free from the prison of pain her body had become. Merciful numbness washed over her as her soul departed her body and passed on to the next world.