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After all, a first hand account is the best way to experience a culture!\n\n[b]Author’s Note[/b]\nThis is, by far, the darkest setting for any of my stories, I cannot stress this enough. Slavery is obviously horrible as it is, but now add sapient livestock to the mix, along with said livestock being brainwashed from birth to embrace their fate, and you get another level of fucked up. \n\nThe story is set in a modern pokemon mystery dungeon world, starring the country High Altaria, a state built upon a rigid caste system, with government-mandated predation, rape, molestation, snuff, etc. I will be holding zero punches, so if you’re into this, enjoy! If not, turn back now and maybe get some bleach for your eyes.\n\nThis is the first part of a series, called 'Livestock', starting things off with Amber’s first experience as a tourist in a fancy facility catered toward predators--which are the only recognized citizens in this country—and multiple courses of meals of various species. 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Every scale on her body cried out that being here was wrong. This building, this city, this kingdom—all was rotten to its core. Yet here she was, headed toward her private ‘dining quarters’ to indulge in the forbidden fruits of the last livestock state in the world.\n\nThe propaganda here really was something else.\n\nHer friend and sponsor, Avala, signed her up to this establishment. The ninetales had insisted Rumbly Delights was a high-class experience, and would ease her into the culture ‘lickidy-split’. Even if it was a bit too fancy for her tastes, it seemed nice enough; an expensive, classy place that was very apparent from the décor, but definitely no stranger than a premium hotel back home. She could go at her own pace, and request any meal she wished. Or she could simply go with what Avala set up for her.\n\nAbove anything else, it was discreet, with no risk of anyone hearing about the atrocities she was about to participate in. \n\nAmber shook her head, scoffing. She was about to commit a crime worthy of the death penalty back home, yet here she was, lost in thought.\n\nShe passed a few pokemon on the way to her room. They were a friendly bunch, albeit high-class and way out of her league. Except they probably didn’t know that. A charizard wearing a fancy black scarf complimented her tail, and even suggested they share a wooloo together sometime. It wasn’t clear if that was a cultural euphemism to jot down in her notes, or if he literally wanted to eat a wooloo together with her. She decided to assume a mixture of both. \n\nThe double doors to her room proved as fancy as everything else. Gold trimming, accessible psychic locks, and large enough that a tyrantrum could probably squeeze through. Pressing a vine against the psychic scanner produced a satisfying click, and with a fluttering heart, Amber squeezed her way inside, using another vine to shut the door behind her.\n\n“Wow,” she whispered into the room. Avala had paid for the experience, saying it was ‘her treat’, but she hadn’t realized until now exactly how big a treat it would be. Pleasing golden curtains lined the single, huge window at the back of the room, allowing in the afternoon sunshine and warming her scales, and to her right was an equally fancy two-poster bed with red privacy curtains that really sold the ‘royal experience’ this establishment prided themselves in emulating.\n\nTo her left was a fully decked out kitchen, and—\n\n“Hi!” \n\nAmber jerked her head toward the emolga that she hadn’t realized was here, lounging in a bowl on the kitchen counter as though it were a jacuzzi. The cute electric rodent beamed up at her, her smile bright and happy. She bore a striking resemblance to her friend, Chloe. They didn’t interact much anymore, but they used to play together all the time when Amber was still a servine. \n\nNot once had she considered the clownish emolga as a potential meal. \n\nHow am I going to look Chloe in the eyes after this?\n\n“I’m Appy!” the emolga chirped when Amber didn’t immediately reply. “It’s short for Appetizer, ‘cause I’m your appetizer! Every good meal needs its appetizers! Which is me, hehe. Your more filling morsels will arrive within the  hour. Sooner if you ring the kitchen bell.” She pointed toward a shining silver bell on the other side of the kitchen, suspended from the ceiling with finely crafted yellow rope. “Are you hungry yet, my Mistress?”\n\nAmber squirmed at the suggestion.\n\n“Hello, um, Appy. I’m Amber,” Amber said, ignoring the question about her hunger. Because yes, she was hungry, but that only made this incredibly awkward, more than it already was. What could even be said to a pokemon brainwashed into wanting to be eaten? “When did you get here? I didn’t hear the door open.”\n\n\n“The servants prepared me for you, silly Mistress!” Appy’ chirped, holding the rim of the expensive looking crystal bowl with her cute little hands. “Anything you want to do with me before I go into your belly? I’m trained in lotsa fun things to get your appetite going!”\n\nThe sultry undertones, the bright, approachable smile. Everything about Appy was designed to entice her, to seduce her, in more ways than one. Heat simmered beneath the scales of her cheeks, making her feel like a shy snivy with a schoolgirl crush. \n\nOkay, this is it, she thought, taking a deep, calming breath. This is why you agreed to Avala’s gift. Sure, you could have eaten at some street stand, but you choose to have your first… live meal here, in privacy and class, with prey trained for fulfilling all their predators' needs. It’s not wrong if she wants it, right? It’s not wrong to make us both feel good.\n\n“Other than… eating you, what else are we allowed to do together?” \n\nThe question made her feel like a creep, but the emolga didn’t seem bothered, and giggled in her high-pitched voice.\n\n“Anything you’d like!” she chirped without missing a beat. The emolga rested her chin on her forelegs, smiling up at her with that warm, approachable grin of hers. “I’m yours, Mistress. Yours to do with as you please. Though, um, I would prefer you didn’t hurt me too badly—” She stopped herself, her expression flickering before she smiled ever wider. “I’m not allowed to say that, oops. You can hurt me all you like! Bite me with your gorgeous fangs, inject me with your venom, even squeeze me with your powerful body, make me squeal! Anything that makes you happy! Pleasing you is my purpose, Mistress! Please give me a good review!”\n\nAppy somehow looked more terrified by the thought of getting a bad review than all those horrible, painful suggestions. It was… a tragic skewing of priorities that Amber couldn’t wrap her mind around, and she swallowed hard at the emolga’s casualness around her own dark purpose. \n\nThis is wrong. This is so very wrong. Can I really eat someone this clearly indoctrinated? Can I eat someone at all?\n\n“I don’t want to hurt you, Appy,” Amber said, “and I promise not to give you a bad review.”\n\nAppy visibly relaxed at her promise, letting out a quiet exhale. The reaction made her heart clench, her tail coiling at the tip in nerves and guilt. What could even be done to punish Appy that wasn’t already happening? How could a ‘bad review’ be worse than… death?\n\n“Thank you, Mistress!” Appy said, blissfully unaware of her internal discomfort. That was probably for the best. She’d hate to make the poor thing feel even worse in addition to the horrible fate that was already sealed. “You’re a very kind serperior. I’m happy to be your appetizer!”\n\nHer appetizer. Hers. She literally bought the emolga, or at least her friend did, and now she legally owned the willing flying rodent. Like owning a box of tissues, to be used then tossed aside once their purpose was fulfilled.\n\nBut that’s her purpose, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want with her, and no one back home will ever know. Who’s she going to tell? My stomach? \n\nThe unexpectedly dark thought sent a powerful thrill through her underbelly, vent clenching with the first stirrings of arousal.\n\n“Do you really want me to eat you?” she wondered aloud, making sure to look the emolga in the eyes. Any hint of doubt, any spark of awareness, and Amber wouldn’t be able to go through with this. \n\nShe wasn’t sure which answer she wanted. \n\n “I do!” came the emolga’s confirmation, her conviction strong. “I do want to be eaten! Sliding down a predator’s tight gullet is my one true desire. Nothing would please me more than to join all the others in your rumbly tummy.”\n\nHer stomach churned uncomfortably. Others… this bright-eyed emolga, so full of life, resolute in her destiny, thought—no, expected Amber to have eaten others before. To have swallowed, smothered, and digested other living, breathing pokemon. \n\nHer vision swam, and her stomach felt like a thousand ekans were inside, squirming, writhing. \n\nAmber took a deep breath, barely able to remain upright as she admitted,  I-I-I’ve never e-eaten anyone b-before. You’ll be my… first.”\n\n“Truly?!” Appy grinned up at her as though she won the lottery, completely unaware of the guilt threatening to crush her soul. “You poor thing! Your belly must be sooooo empty! How did you do it? How could you go your whole life without any prey to fill your rumbly tummy?”\n\nAmber shuffled, fully aware of how hungry she was despite all her doubts. She hadn’t eaten much since arriving in High Altaria, and her stomach took that moment to remind everyone of that fact with a loud, gurgly groan. \n\n“I’m not actually from around here,” Amber clarified, flushing hard when her stomach groaned again, embarrassingly loud, as though aware of the tasty morsel nearby. A tasty morsel that would soon become very familiar with said stomach. “I’m visiting. It’s… illegal to eat pokemon back home. We have psychic meat crops, so predation isn’t necessary anymore.” She hesitated, unsure how much to tell the attentive emolga. “I actually have an emolga friend who you remind me of. She’s very sweet, and doesn’t have to worry about being eaten at all. If… if you want, I could… sneak you back. You’d be happy there. I don’t have to eat you.”\n\nAmber wasn’t quite sure where the offer came from, but it felt right. So long as she stopped this farce and saved at least one soul, she’d forgive herself. Just a little. Her stomach wasn’t a fan, groaning in protest at the audacity of the suggestion, but she wasn’t sure she’d have been able to eat with the guilt gnawing at her heart.\n\n “They don’t get to be eaten?!” the emolga gasped, the reply crushing any hopes of redemption like a bug. “That’s horrible! They can’t even fill a rumbly stomach, that’s a nightmare no prey deserves. I never wanna go to that awful place!”\n\nThere. I tried. If she wants to be eaten, then I’ll… Fuck, I’ll eat her! Why should I feel guilty if she doesn’t want to be saved? Why should I feel so nervous and anxious and— and horrible if there's nothing I can do? If I don’t do it, someone else will. At least I’ll make her last moments enjoyable.\n\nA small part of her knew the logic didn’t add up, but then her belly rumbled yet again, loud and angry, and the itsy-bitsy detail that Appy was brainwashed from birth didn’t seem to matter. \n\n“You sound so sure,” Amber said. Feeling playful all of a sudden, she opened her mouth, giving the wide-eyed emolga a once in a lifetime glimpse down her tight, pink throat. Through her glottis, she hissed, “You like it when I do this?” \n\n“Yes!” the emolga cried, squeaking her happiest squeak yet. ”Please, mistress! Let me disappear down your throat, let me become one with your gorgeous body!”\n\nShe thinks I’m gorgeous. The emolga’s unexpected compliment sent powerful tingles through her underbelly, her vent clenching in kind. The arousal pulsing through her body made her guilty, the lust and hunger waging a war within Amber. It’s been so long. She’d been so busy with school before the trip, that the opportunity for relationships just hadn’t come up. \n\nBut here Appy was, literally bred, raised, and willing to satisfy her cravings. All of them, no matter how final.\n\n“Fly to the bed,” Amber demanded, the words spilling out as though uttered by someone else. Someone… worse. “You’re a lot smaller than me, but my clits are just the right size to, uh, penetrate you. I won’t have sex with you unless you want it, and I promise to give you the best review ever, no matter what happens.”\n\n\nThe serperior turned, tail flopping to the floor in the process, and then slithered toward the large bed.\n\n“Oh, Mistress, of course I’ll have sex with you!” The emolga had already leapt from the kitchen counter, and was now gliding toward the bed. She landed before Amber got there, wiggling around on her back as she giggled childishly. “Eeee! These sheets are soooo soft and comfy!”\n\nShe raised an eye scale. “Why were you in the bowl then?”\n\n“‘Cause I’m your appetizer,” she explained, rolling her eyes as though it was self-evident. “Appetizers stay in their bowl unless told otherwise. So thanks! This will be lots of fun!” With ecstatic squealing, she continued to wiggle into the blanket, the happy sight making Amber’s heart ache. Clearly her life wasn’t filled with many comforts. “If your stomach is even half as cozy as this, I’m going to love it there!” \n\nBeing on her back left nothing to the imagination, giving Amber her first real glimpse of the impossibly small vulva tucked snugly between the emolga’s legs. \n\nI could climb onto the bed and lick her pussy right now, digging my tongue deep into this emolga's tight tunnel. No one could stop me. It would be so easy.\n\nThe dark urge proved impossible to resist, especially with no consequences for the action. Sure, Appy said yes, but she had to say yes. She’d been bred and brainwashed to say yes, always.\n\nBut it was still a yes, right?\n\nAmber lugged her colossal, limbless body—save for the tiny hands tucked behind her back—fully onto the bed and, without warning the little emolga, stuffed her snout between Appy’s legs and delved deep into the electric type’s flavorful folds, tongue slurping up and down her squishy little cleft.  \n\n“Ooooh, Mistress!” Appy groaned as she licked her from ass to clit, a plethora of interesting smells and tastes assaulting her forked tongue. “Yes!”\n\nAmber giggled, delighted by how much Appy was enjoying this. She used her two-pronged tongue to pry open that itty-bitty vulva of hers, prodding the tight, squishy entrance to Appy’s awaiting vagina, lust clouding her mind like a fog. It took some wiggling, but the squirming emolga’s slick mound eventually yielded to her efforts, Appy emitting a sharp yelp as the emolga’s warm, squeezing depths were invaded for what could very well have been the first time.\n\nInstead of telling her it hurt, or to stop, Appy bit her lip and remained quiet, allowing Amber free rein over her insides without complaint. She knew it was likely a result of her ‘training’, but that didn’t dampen Amber’s lust any, and with a shuddering moan Amber deeply wiggled her tongue into the smaller pokemon’s desperately clenching insides. \n\nShe’d never been so turned on in her life. \n\nClenching her jaw, Amber pressed her engorged clits against the bedsheets, grinding them against the soft, silky fabric. I want her inside me so bad.\n\nHer tongue was too big for Appy, stretching out the poor girl’s hole more than it was designed to be stretched, filling her with a length no emolga male could possibly hope to match. Appy took the forceful spelunking with a brave face, while the muscles in her vagina relaxed their powerful squeezes, too weak to resist the insistent invader for long. The slacking tunnel allowed Amber further in, until she bumped against the strange, tense barrier that was the doorway into a mammal’s womb.  \n\nThe emolga’s breaths came hard and fast as she was eaten out more deeply than she probably every expected to be, the initial discomfort twisting itself into obvious delight. Her toes spread wide, cheeks glowing with sparks, and between adorable gasping breaths, she babbled, “H-hnnn, I’m close! I’m so excited! We’re—hnnn—not allowed to masturbate, let alone mate, so this is—gosh, the training never told me it would feel so intense!” The admission of her status as a virgin reinvigorated Amber’s efforts to get Appy off, the emolga clutching Amber’s snout with her winged arms, eyes wide open and glazed. “Hnnnn, i-it’s coming! Th-thank you Mistressssss!”\n\nAmber pulled out, only to bury her tongue deep into the overwhelmed emolga’s squeezing depths, flicking her forked tongue against her cervix once more. Appy’s insides clamped down instantly at the rough contact, wringing her tongue with frightening power as the emolga unleashed an ear-piercing squeal, rhythmic contractions milking Amber’s tongue like the fertile cock it wasn’t. \n\nAppy’s cries of “Yeeees!”s and “Oh gosh!”s as her vagina burst into frantic motion for the first time in her life had Amber’s clits pulsing with excitement, her arousal stoked to the highest of heights. \n\nExtracting her tongue from the electric rodent’s gripping insides wasn’t an easy feat, but she managed it with a lewd plop, giving Amber a front-row seat to the emolga’s orgasmic spasms. The sight of Appy’s twitching vulva and butthole proved such a turn on that Amber couldn’t resist moving her vent toward Appy, shuddering with need as her hemiclits slid along the blanket. She then turned her underside belly-up, letting her miniscule twin shafts twitch and bob in the open air, neglected and begging for attention. \n\nKnowing Appy was having fun too only deepened her excitement. \n\nWrapping two vines around the blissed-out emolga, Amber picked her up and lowered the dripping short stack onto her awaiting clits. Electric tingles coursed through her vines as Appy discharged randomly in her dazed state, but her grass typing easily resisted the ‘attack’, and she swiftly settled the emolga’s soft, fluffy rump onto the closest thing the serperior had to a lap. Appy’s still-twitching pussy felt amazing against her rock-hard clits. Squishy, warm, and so fucking wet. Amber could barely resist using the emolga like a sex toy—like she was bred to be. \n\n“F-fuck, that’s good,” she told the emolga, whose orgasmic twitching was only now starting to calm down. That didn’t stop Amber from grinding against her, letting out a dramatic gasp when the cleft of Appy’s vulva caught one of her clits and, with a little bit of wiggling, she introduced the sensitive and stout length to the hot, squishy depths of an emolga’s tiny pussy. “Fuuuuck, that’s… hnnn, never done that before! Are you doing okay? Do you like it when I’m inside you?”\n\nAmby’s smile was so bright she glowed. “I love it, Mistress!” she agreed as her insides continued to squeeze Amber’s left clit, the other pressed firmly into her silky-soft fur, throbbing weakly from neglect. “I’ve always wanted to be bred, and this is exactly how I dreamed it would be! I want the rest of my life to be filled with orgasms… Will you allow me to masturbate when you’re done with me? Experiencing that pleasure while being gulped down?”\n\n“Want me to do that now?” Amber breathed, drunk on lust and stomach clenching with hunger. “G-gulp you down? Maybe I… I can even put you in my mouth as we’re fucking.”\n\n\n“Yes!” the emolga cried, her squeaks the happiest sounding yet. ”Please, mistress! Let me feel your maw and disappear down your holy throat, let me experience the full joys of your guts, allow me to become one with your gorgeous body!”\n\nAmber trembled with lust as the little emolga begged to be eaten. “Hnnn, why is hearing you say that so appealing?” \n\nWhile her conscience recoiled at the thought of devouring a living, breathing pokemon whole, her arousal couldn’t have been stronger. Even if this was wrong, even if she wasn’t a good pokemon after this, it wasn’t really her fault. If not for her, Appy would have become someone else’s meal, someone much less gentle and caring. If not for her, Appy might not have experienced pleasure. If not for her, Appy wouldn’t be smiling so brightly, happy and content to fulfill her purpose.\n\nAmber opened her mouth playfully for the wide-eyed emolga, greeting her with a tight, pink gullet. She couldn’t understand what Appy found appealing about the sight, but showing off the squishy depths of her throat to a willing pokemon was exciting nonetheless. \n\nWinding more vines around Appy’s body for stability, she brought the giggling, bite-sized pokemon up toward her maw. The doomed rodent’s humping grew urgent as she drew nearer to that one-way orifice, causing Amber to falter at the intense sensations assaulting her clit. She’d never felt such squeezing heat around her feminine shaft before, so tight, so warm and wet. \n\nHer orgasm swelled to the surface, but the emolga beat her to completion, clamping down on her clit as she came her little heart out. It was too much, that rapid motion coaxing motion, squeezing and clenching and—\n\n“F-fuck!” Amber hissed as her clits tensed, before bursting into rapid motion, within and against her climaxing partner. She held herself firmly against Appy as the incredible orgasm played its course, resting her mouth against the cumming emolga as her muscles went slack. A mouth the emolga was more than happy to lean into, greeting her with a flavor that sent her instincts crazy. \n\nHer stomach clenched in protest at being empty despite the proximity of such a tasty morsel. Following that spasm was an even more obvious growl.\n\n“Aww, your poor tummy! So rumbly!” Appy said into her mouth with a giggle. She reached up with her tiny arms to caress Amber’s tongue and cheeks, slathering herself with drool. Her drool. “I’m too small to make it all better, but I can sure help! I want you to do it fast, okay? Take your time with your other meals, but you need a snack now, not later! Gulp me down, give your belly the appetizer it deserves!”\n \nThe encouragement was all she needed. Amber slurped Appy into her mouth and snapped her jaws shut, trapping the little electric rodent in a cage of four long fangs. Flavor exploded across her taste buds as she gave in to instinct and tasted her prey, slathering her body with copious amounts of salvia. From head to tail, her tongue explored Appy, wriggled under her wings, slurped at her legs, and even slid deep into her still-clenching vagina before popping out to explore her butthole instead. Everything about Appy tasted amazing, like she’d been missing out and this was what real food was supposed to be like.\n\nAppy seemed delighted by the situation, humping and trembling and squealing with joy. Only her hind legs remained in the outside world, until even those were slurped inside as Amber reflexively swallowed, bringing Appy’s head closer to the back of her throat.\n\nCan I really do this? she wondered, torn as her next action weighed heavily on her mind. Eat a living, breathing pokemon? Digest her alive?\n\nShe silenced those doubts as she raised her head, slurped her tongue along Appy’s butt one last time, and swallowed the emolga with a loud, dramatic gulp, indulging her curiosity and her hunger all at once.\n\nDespite ample lubrication, the emolga went down rough, requiring more than one gulp before every limb was safely tucked within her slippery esophagus. Her prey squirmed the entire way down, and she imagined she had a paw between her legs, rubbing frantically as she attempted to get off one last time.\n\nHer prediction was proven correct moments later when a muffled, “Cumming! Oooh….” sounded out, Appy’s last words before silence filled the room.\n\n“I-I really did it,” Amber whispered, transfixed by the sight of the subtle lump traveling down her throat, headed toward a stomach that would show her no mercy. She’d be churned and squeezed and crushed, and that was if she was lucky. “Arceus, she tasted so good!”\n\nThe emolga wasn’t giving up quite yet. If anything, the struggles were even stronger once the satisfaction of a nice, pleasant meal warmed up her belly. Whether her new accommodations didn’t agree with her, or they agreed with her too much, Amber would never know. All she knew was how satisfying her squirms were, how delightfully right it felt to be filled with living prey. \n\nAmber sighed happily, coiling herself up so that her snout rested on her belly, content as could be. She was too curious what was going on with Appy to just ignore it, however.\n\n“Hey,” she said to her bulge, feeling very silly and weird. “Can you hear my voice?” The squirming wasn’t too obvious on the outside—in fact, Appy was so small she barely produced anything at all—but she could feel the moment Appy heard her, the squirming stopping in favor of a brief shudder. Taking that as a yes, she continued, “I just want you to know I’m very grateful for this— for you. Thank you. If you want me to keep talking, to— to keep you company as, y-you know, tap my stomach twice, okay? If you want me to be quiet, uh, tap once?”\n\nTwo small taps. More squirming.\n\nAmber snuggled against her active belly—against Appy—with a grateful sigh. Her vent remained stubbornly aroused, however, and stubbornly right in front of her face from where she was curled up. Biting her lip, she delved forward with her tongue, greeting both her clits with a delightful flick. \n\n“I-I’m—hnnn—licking myself to the thought of you being in there,” Amber told Appy between slurps, to which she responded with more squirming, and a muffled squeak she barely heard. “O-oh! I can hear you! But save your breaths, okay? I want to cum while you’re—ah—still awake. Do you want that too? Two taps for yes.”\n\nThe taps this time were much more enthusiastic. Amber giggled into her vent, delighted by how into this Appy still was, despite being in the worst place imaginable. Actually, was it even that bad? She just… assumed it was. \n\n“Do you like it in there?” she asked, morbidly curious. Surely she couldn’t actually—\n\nTwo taps. \n\nStunned by the doomed emolga’s answer, Amber rephrased the question. “My stomach is actually comfortable for you?”\n\nAgain, two taps.\n\n“That’s wild.” After giving her clits a few lazy licks, she added, “Are you masturbating in there?”\n\nA few seconds of squirming passed before she tapped twice.\n\nTingles coursed through her lengthy body as she imagined the emolga, squished between her—apparently comfortable—stomach walls, masturbating furiously as her final resting place filled with acid. Speaking of acid, with her ear hole against her stomach she could hear gurgling. Felt it, too. \n\nAmber ceased her licking in favor of pressing her cloaca against her belly instead, shuddering as her soft, green scales rubbed along her sensitive vent and even more sensitive clits. “C-can you feel that?” she asked, rubbing her vent against the nearly-nonexistent bulge. Said bulge tapped twice. “Heh, I’m glad because—ha—that’s my cloaca. I’m rubbing it against you. Is that sexy to hear?”\n\nTwo VERY enthusiastic taps, leading into urgent activity that Amber imagined to be the emolga’s aroused thrusting. In fact, the pressure was directly against her sex, producing pleasant vibrations that urged Amber to press herself even harder against Appy. But why press when she could coil?\n\nIt wasn’t very difficult to wrap her lower end around her belly, but lining it up juuust right so her cloaca smushed against her stomach exactly took slightly more care. Once it was all set up, though, all Amber had to do was coil harder, constricting Appy—and herself—from the outside in. \n\n“D-do you like that?” she hissed at her belly, upping the pressure and shuddering at how tingly and erect it made her clits. “Do you like it when I squeeze my clits against you?” \n\nThese next two taps happened directly against her vent. \n\n“F-fuck, this is sexy. Th-three taps when you’re cumming, please! I want to know!”\n\nAs her own orgasm neared, as she rubbed and squirmed and fucked her prey through her own belly, darker thoughts began to intrude. Thoughts of what was going to happen to Appy. \n\nInstead of keeping these thoughts inside, she instead shared it all. “I’m going to—hnn—digest you! Oh, fuck, then you’re going to— going to travel down my intestines as emolga soup, providing me with energy and life.” She squeezed harder, getting off purely to the pressure now. “Most of you won’t become part of me, though, most of you will keep going, being—fuck—being processed and compacted until— until— until I squeeze you back out as a solid lump!”\n\nThree taps. Three urgent, glorious taps. \n\nAmber saw stars. The pleasure of her climax swelled and released, her insides squeezing almost as hard as she squeezed her stomach between powerful coils. “Arceus!” she cried out, both from the pleasure crashing over her, as well as the ache of crushing her own belly. \n\nThere was a muffled crack. \n\nThe sound barely registered to Amber at first—after all, during such a fantastic orgasm, what did it matter? But as the bliss tapered off, and her mind cleared, she realized that the squirming she’d gotten so used to had suddenly stopped. \n\n“Appy? Are you okay?” she whispered, almost afraid of the answer. Or lack thereof, as proved the case when no reply came. “H-hey, don’t scare me like this. I didn’t— I didn’t squeeze that hard!”\n\nExcept she had. Uncoiling herself revealed a very clear imprint of herself on her scales, along with a dull throbbing. It hurt—not a lot, but enough to really hammer home that if it hurt for her, how much damage would her lapse in judgment have done to a tiny emolga?\n\nAn icky sensation crept up her spine. There was something final about feeling the emolga crunch under the pressure. Before now, she’d just been playing with a lover. Maybe getting a little rough, maybe engaging in some really kinky BDSM and dirty talk, but it wasn’t really dangerous. Appy wasn’t really going to die. \n\nExcept it wasn’t playing, it wasn’t safe, and Appy really was dead.\n\nShe stared at her belly for another ten seconds, listening for any signs of life. But all she heard were the gastrointestinal garbles and wet squelches of digestion finally beginning to pick up. \n\n“She’s churning inside me,” Amber whispered with revenant awe. “Hnnn, how am I still so horny?”\n\nNot only was she still horny, but as a loud, desperate gurgle and deep emptiness made clear, she was still hungry. \n\nAfter all, that had only been the appetizer.\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Slithering down the wide, pristine halls of the Rumbly Delights was a lone serperior, trembling with no small amount of trepidation. Every scale on her body cried out that being here was wrong. This building, this city, this kingdom&mdash;all was rotten to its core. Yet here she was, headed toward her private &lsquo;dining quarters&rsquo; to indulge in the forbidden fruits of the last livestock state in the world.<br /><br />The propaganda here really was something else.<br /><br />Her friend and sponsor, Avala, signed her up to this establishment. The ninetales had insisted Rumbly Delights was a high-class experience, and would ease her into the culture &lsquo;lickidy-split&rsquo;. Even if it was a bit too fancy for her tastes, it seemed nice enough; an expensive, classy place that was very apparent from the d&eacute;cor, but definitely no stranger than a premium hotel back home. She could go at her own pace, and request any meal she wished. Or she could simply go with what Avala set up for her.<br /><br />Above anything else, it was discreet, with no risk of anyone hearing about the atrocities she was about to participate in. <br /><br />Amber shook her head, scoffing. She was about to commit a crime worthy of the death penalty back home, yet here she was, lost in thought.<br /><br />She passed a few pokemon on the way to her room. They were a friendly bunch, albeit high-class and way out of her league. Except they probably didn&rsquo;t know that. A charizard wearing a fancy black scarf complimented her tail, and even suggested they share a wooloo together sometime. It wasn&rsquo;t clear if that was a cultural euphemism to jot down in her notes, or if he literally wanted to eat a wooloo together with her. She decided to assume a mixture of both. <br /><br />The double doors to her room proved as fancy as everything else. Gold trimming, accessible psychic locks, and large enough that a tyrantrum could probably squeeze through. Pressing a vine against the psychic scanner produced a satisfying click, and with a fluttering heart, Amber squeezed her way inside, using another vine to shut the door behind her.<br /><br />&ldquo;Wow,&rdquo; she whispered into the room. Avala had paid for the experience, saying it was &lsquo;her treat&rsquo;, but she hadn&rsquo;t realized until now exactly how big a treat it would be. Pleasing golden curtains lined the single, huge window at the back of the room, allowing in the afternoon sunshine and warming her scales, and to her right was an equally fancy two-poster bed with red privacy curtains that really sold the &lsquo;royal experience&rsquo; this establishment prided themselves in emulating.<br /><br />To her left was a fully decked out kitchen, and&mdash;<br /><br />&ldquo;Hi!&rdquo; <br /><br />Amber jerked her head toward the emolga that she hadn&rsquo;t realized was here, lounging in a bowl on the kitchen counter as though it were a jacuzzi. The cute electric rodent beamed up at her, her smile bright and happy. She bore a striking resemblance to her friend, Chloe. They didn&rsquo;t interact much anymore, but they used to play together all the time when Amber was still a servine. <br /><br />Not once had she considered the clownish emolga as a potential meal. <br /><br />How am I going to look Chloe in the eyes after this?<br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m Appy!&rdquo; the emolga chirped when Amber didn&rsquo;t immediately reply. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s short for Appetizer, &lsquo;cause I&rsquo;m your appetizer! Every good meal needs its appetizers! Which is me, hehe. Your more filling morsels will arrive within the&nbsp;&nbsp;hour. Sooner if you ring the kitchen bell.&rdquo; She pointed toward a shining silver bell on the other side of the kitchen, suspended from the ceiling with finely crafted yellow rope. &ldquo;Are you hungry yet, my Mistress?&rdquo;<br /><br />Amber squirmed at the suggestion.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hello, um, Appy. I&rsquo;m Amber,&rdquo; Amber said, ignoring the question about her hunger. Because yes, she was hungry, but that only made this incredibly awkward, more than it already was. What could even be said to a pokemon brainwashed into wanting to be eaten? &ldquo;When did you get here? I didn&rsquo;t hear the door open.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;The servants prepared me for you, silly Mistress!&rdquo; Appy&rsquo; chirped, holding the rim of the expensive looking crystal bowl with her cute little hands. &ldquo;Anything you want to do with me before I go into your belly? I&rsquo;m trained in lotsa fun things to get your appetite going!&rdquo;<br /><br />The sultry undertones, the bright, approachable smile. Everything about Appy was designed to entice her, to seduce her, in more ways than one. Heat simmered beneath the scales of her cheeks, making her feel like a shy snivy with a schoolgirl crush. <br /><br />Okay, this is it, she thought, taking a deep, calming breath. This is why you agreed to Avala&rsquo;s gift. Sure, you could have eaten at some street stand, but you choose to have your first&hellip; live meal here, in privacy and class, with prey trained for fulfilling all their predators&#039; needs. It&rsquo;s not wrong if she wants it, right? It&rsquo;s not wrong to make us both feel good.<br /><br />&ldquo;Other than&hellip; eating you, what else are we allowed to do together?&rdquo; <br /><br />The question made her feel like a creep, but the emolga didn&rsquo;t seem bothered, and giggled in her high-pitched voice.<br /><br />&ldquo;Anything you&rsquo;d like!&rdquo; she chirped without missing a beat. The emolga rested her chin on her forelegs, smiling up at her with that warm, approachable grin of hers. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m yours, Mistress. Yours to do with as you please. Though, um, I would prefer you didn&rsquo;t hurt me too badly&mdash;&rdquo; She stopped herself, her expression flickering before she smiled ever wider. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not allowed to say that, oops. You can hurt me all you like! Bite me with your gorgeous fangs, inject me with your venom, even squeeze me with your powerful body, make me squeal! Anything that makes you happy! Pleasing you is my purpose, Mistress! Please give me a good review!&rdquo;<br /><br />Appy somehow looked more terrified by the thought of getting a bad review than all those horrible, painful suggestions. It was&hellip; a tragic skewing of priorities that Amber couldn&rsquo;t wrap her mind around, and she swallowed hard at the emolga&rsquo;s casualness around her own dark purpose. <br /><br />This is wrong. This is so very wrong. Can I really eat someone this clearly indoctrinated? Can I eat someone at all?<br /><br />&ldquo;I don&rsquo;t want to hurt you, Appy,&rdquo; Amber said, &ldquo;and I promise not to give you a bad review.&rdquo;<br /><br />Appy visibly relaxed at her promise, letting out a quiet exhale. The reaction made her heart clench, her tail coiling at the tip in nerves and guilt. What could even be done to punish Appy that wasn&rsquo;t already happening? How could a &lsquo;bad review&rsquo; be worse than&hellip; death?<br /><br />&ldquo;Thank you, Mistress!&rdquo; Appy said, blissfully unaware of her internal discomfort. That was probably for the best. She&rsquo;d hate to make the poor thing feel even worse in addition to the horrible fate that was already sealed. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re a very kind serperior. I&rsquo;m happy to be your appetizer!&rdquo;<br /><br />Her appetizer. Hers. She literally bought the emolga, or at least her friend did, and now she legally owned the willing flying rodent. Like owning a box of tissues, to be used then tossed aside once their purpose was fulfilled.<br /><br />But that&rsquo;s her purpose, isn&rsquo;t it? I can do whatever I want with her, and no one back home will ever know. Who&rsquo;s she going to tell? My stomach? <br /><br />The unexpectedly dark thought sent a powerful thrill through her underbelly, vent clenching with the first stirrings of arousal.<br /><br />&ldquo;Do you really want me to eat you?&rdquo; she wondered aloud, making sure to look the emolga in the eyes. Any hint of doubt, any spark of awareness, and Amber wouldn&rsquo;t be able to go through with this. <br /><br />She wasn&rsquo;t sure which answer she wanted. <br /><br />&nbsp;&ldquo;I do!&rdquo; came the emolga&rsquo;s confirmation, her conviction strong. &ldquo;I do want to be eaten! Sliding down a predator&rsquo;s tight gullet is my one true desire. Nothing would please me more than to join all the others in your rumbly tummy.&rdquo;<br /><br />Her stomach churned uncomfortably. Others&hellip; this bright-eyed emolga, so full of life, resolute in her destiny, thought&mdash;no, expected Amber to have eaten others before. To have swallowed, smothered, and digested other living, breathing pokemon. <br /><br />Her vision swam, and her stomach felt like a thousand ekans were inside, squirming, writhing. <br /><br />Amber took a deep breath, barely able to remain upright as she admitted,&nbsp;&nbsp;I-I-I&rsquo;ve never e-eaten anyone b-before. You&rsquo;ll be my&hellip; first.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Truly?!&rdquo; Appy grinned up at her as though she won the lottery, completely unaware of the guilt threatening to crush her soul. &ldquo;You poor thing! Your belly must be sooooo empty! How did you do it? How could you go your whole life without any prey to fill your rumbly tummy?&rdquo;<br /><br />Amber shuffled, fully aware of how hungry she was despite all her doubts. She hadn&rsquo;t eaten much since arriving in High Altaria, and her stomach took that moment to remind everyone of that fact with a loud, gurgly groan. <br /><br />&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not actually from around here,&rdquo; Amber clarified, flushing hard when her stomach groaned again, embarrassingly loud, as though aware of the tasty morsel nearby. A tasty morsel that would soon become very familiar with said stomach. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m visiting. It&rsquo;s&hellip; illegal to eat pokemon back home. We have psychic meat crops, so predation isn&rsquo;t necessary anymore.&rdquo; She hesitated, unsure how much to tell the attentive emolga. &ldquo;I actually have an emolga friend who you remind me of. She&rsquo;s very sweet, and doesn&rsquo;t have to worry about being eaten at all. If&hellip; if you want, I could&hellip; sneak you back. You&rsquo;d be happy there. I don&rsquo;t have to eat you.&rdquo;<br /><br />Amber wasn&rsquo;t quite sure where the offer came from, but it felt right. So long as she stopped this farce and saved at least one soul, she&rsquo;d forgive herself. Just a little. Her stomach wasn&rsquo;t a fan, groaning in protest at the audacity of the suggestion, but she wasn&rsquo;t sure she&rsquo;d have been able to eat with the guilt gnawing at her heart.<br /><br />&nbsp;&ldquo;They don&rsquo;t get to be eaten?!&rdquo; the emolga gasped, the reply crushing any hopes of redemption like a bug. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s horrible! They can&rsquo;t even fill a rumbly stomach, that&rsquo;s a nightmare no prey deserves. I never wanna go to that awful place!&rdquo;<br /><br />There. I tried. If she wants to be eaten, then I&rsquo;ll&hellip; Fuck, I&rsquo;ll eat her! Why should I feel guilty if she doesn&rsquo;t want to be saved? Why should I feel so nervous and anxious and&mdash; and horrible if there&#039;s nothing I can do? If I don&rsquo;t do it, someone else will. At least I&rsquo;ll make her last moments enjoyable.<br /><br />A small part of her knew the logic didn&rsquo;t add up, but then her belly rumbled yet again, loud and angry, and the itsy-bitsy detail that Appy was brainwashed from birth didn&rsquo;t seem to matter. <br /><br />&ldquo;You sound so sure,&rdquo; Amber said. Feeling playful all of a sudden, she opened her mouth, giving the wide-eyed emolga a once in a lifetime glimpse down her tight, pink throat. Through her glottis, she hissed, &ldquo;You like it when I do this?&rdquo; <br /><br />&ldquo;Yes!&rdquo; the emolga cried, squeaking her happiest squeak yet. &rdquo;Please, mistress! Let me disappear down your throat, let me become one with your gorgeous body!&rdquo;<br /><br />She thinks I&rsquo;m gorgeous. The emolga&rsquo;s unexpected compliment sent powerful tingles through her underbelly, her vent clenching in kind. The arousal pulsing through her body made her guilty, the lust and hunger waging a war within Amber. It&rsquo;s been so long. She&rsquo;d been so busy with school before the trip, that the opportunity for relationships just hadn&rsquo;t come up. <br /><br />But here Appy was, literally bred, raised, and willing to satisfy her cravings. All of them, no matter how final.<br /><br />&ldquo;Fly to the bed,&rdquo; Amber demanded, the words spilling out as though uttered by someone else. Someone&hellip; worse. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re a lot smaller than me, but my clits are just the right size to, uh, penetrate you. I won&rsquo;t have sex with you unless you want it, and I promise to give you the best review ever, no matter what happens.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />The serperior turned, tail flopping to the floor in the process, and then slithered toward the large bed.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, Mistress, of course I&rsquo;ll have sex with you!&rdquo; The emolga had already leapt from the kitchen counter, and was now gliding toward the bed. She landed before Amber got there, wiggling around on her back as she giggled childishly. &ldquo;Eeee! These sheets are soooo soft and comfy!&rdquo;<br /><br />She raised an eye scale. &ldquo;Why were you in the bowl then?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;&lsquo;Cause I&rsquo;m your appetizer,&rdquo; she explained, rolling her eyes as though it was self-evident. &ldquo;Appetizers stay in their bowl unless told otherwise. So thanks! This will be lots of fun!&rdquo; With ecstatic squealing, she continued to wiggle into the blanket, the happy sight making Amber&rsquo;s heart ache. Clearly her life wasn&rsquo;t filled with many comforts. &ldquo;If your stomach is even half as cozy as this, I&rsquo;m going to love it there!&rdquo; <br /><br />Being on her back left nothing to the imagination, giving Amber her first real glimpse of the impossibly small vulva tucked snugly between the emolga&rsquo;s legs. <br /><br />I could climb onto the bed and lick her pussy right now, digging my tongue deep into this emolga&#039;s tight tunnel. No one could stop me. It would be so easy.<br /><br />The dark urge proved impossible to resist, especially with no consequences for the action. Sure, Appy said yes, but she had to say yes. She&rsquo;d been bred and brainwashed to say yes, always.<br /><br />But it was still a yes, right?<br /><br />Amber lugged her colossal, limbless body&mdash;save for the tiny hands tucked behind her back&mdash;fully onto the bed and, without warning the little emolga, stuffed her snout between Appy&rsquo;s legs and delved deep into the electric type&rsquo;s flavorful folds, tongue slurping up and down her squishy little cleft.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />&ldquo;Ooooh, Mistress!&rdquo; Appy groaned as she licked her from ass to clit, a plethora of interesting smells and tastes assaulting her forked tongue. &ldquo;Yes!&rdquo;<br /><br />Amber giggled, delighted by how much Appy was enjoying this. She used her two-pronged tongue to pry open that itty-bitty vulva of hers, prodding the tight, squishy entrance to Appy&rsquo;s awaiting vagina, lust clouding her mind like a fog. It took some wiggling, but the squirming emolga&rsquo;s slick mound eventually yielded to her efforts, Appy emitting a sharp yelp as the emolga&rsquo;s warm, squeezing depths were invaded for what could very well have been the first time.<br /><br />Instead of telling her it hurt, or to stop, Appy bit her lip and remained quiet, allowing Amber free rein over her insides without complaint. She knew it was likely a result of her &lsquo;training&rsquo;, but that didn&rsquo;t dampen Amber&rsquo;s lust any, and with a shuddering moan Amber deeply wiggled her tongue into the smaller pokemon&rsquo;s desperately clenching insides. <br /><br />She&rsquo;d never been so turned on in her life. <br /><br />Clenching her jaw, Amber pressed her engorged clits against the bedsheets, grinding them against the soft, silky fabric. I want her inside me so bad.<br /><br />Her tongue was too big for Appy, stretching out the poor girl&rsquo;s hole more than it was designed to be stretched, filling her with a length no emolga male could possibly hope to match. Appy took the forceful spelunking with a brave face, while the muscles in her vagina relaxed their powerful squeezes, too weak to resist the insistent invader for long. The slacking tunnel allowed Amber further in, until she bumped against the strange, tense barrier that was the doorway into a mammal&rsquo;s womb.&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />The emolga&rsquo;s breaths came hard and fast as she was eaten out more deeply than she probably every expected to be, the initial discomfort twisting itself into obvious delight. Her toes spread wide, cheeks glowing with sparks, and between adorable gasping breaths, she babbled, &ldquo;H-hnnn, I&rsquo;m close! I&rsquo;m so excited! We&rsquo;re&mdash;hnnn&mdash;not allowed to masturbate, let alone mate, so this is&mdash;gosh, the training never told me it would feel so intense!&rdquo; The admission of her status as a virgin reinvigorated Amber&rsquo;s efforts to get Appy off, the emolga clutching Amber&rsquo;s snout with her winged arms, eyes wide open and glazed. &ldquo;Hnnnn, i-it&rsquo;s coming! Th-thank you Mistressssss!&rdquo;<br /><br />Amber pulled out, only to bury her tongue deep into the overwhelmed emolga&rsquo;s squeezing depths, flicking her forked tongue against her cervix once more. Appy&rsquo;s insides clamped down instantly at the rough contact, wringing her tongue with frightening power as the emolga unleashed an ear-piercing squeal, rhythmic contractions milking Amber&rsquo;s tongue like the fertile cock it wasn&rsquo;t. <br /><br />Appy&rsquo;s cries of &ldquo;Yeeees!&rdquo;s and &ldquo;Oh gosh!&rdquo;s as her vagina burst into frantic motion for the first time in her life had Amber&rsquo;s clits pulsing with excitement, her arousal stoked to the highest of heights. <br /><br />Extracting her tongue from the electric rodent&rsquo;s gripping insides wasn&rsquo;t an easy feat, but she managed it with a lewd plop, giving Amber a front-row seat to the emolga&rsquo;s orgasmic spasms. The sight of Appy&rsquo;s twitching vulva and butthole proved such a turn on that Amber couldn&rsquo;t resist moving her vent toward Appy, shuddering with need as her hemiclits slid along the blanket. She then turned her underside belly-up, letting her miniscule twin shafts twitch and bob in the open air, neglected and begging for attention. <br /><br />Knowing Appy was having fun too only deepened her excitement. <br /><br />Wrapping two vines around the blissed-out emolga, Amber picked her up and lowered the dripping short stack onto her awaiting clits. Electric tingles coursed through her vines as Appy discharged randomly in her dazed state, but her grass typing easily resisted the &lsquo;attack&rsquo;, and she swiftly settled the emolga&rsquo;s soft, fluffy rump onto the closest thing the serperior had to a lap. Appy&rsquo;s still-twitching pussy felt amazing against her rock-hard clits. Squishy, warm, and so fucking wet. Amber could barely resist using the emolga like a sex toy&mdash;like she was bred to be. <br /><br />&ldquo;F-fuck, that&rsquo;s good,&rdquo; she told the emolga, whose orgasmic twitching was only now starting to calm down. That didn&rsquo;t stop Amber from grinding against her, letting out a dramatic gasp when the cleft of Appy&rsquo;s vulva caught one of her clits and, with a little bit of wiggling, she introduced the sensitive and stout length to the hot, squishy depths of an emolga&rsquo;s tiny pussy. &ldquo;Fuuuuck, that&rsquo;s&hellip; hnnn, never done that before! Are you doing okay? Do you like it when I&rsquo;m inside you?&rdquo;<br /><br />Amby&rsquo;s smile was so bright she glowed. &ldquo;I love it, Mistress!&rdquo; she agreed as her insides continued to squeeze Amber&rsquo;s left clit, the other pressed firmly into her silky-soft fur, throbbing weakly from neglect. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve always wanted to be bred, and this is exactly how I dreamed it would be! I want the rest of my life to be filled with orgasms&hellip; Will you allow me to masturbate when you&rsquo;re done with me? Experiencing that pleasure while being gulped down?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Want me to do that now?&rdquo; Amber breathed, drunk on lust and stomach clenching with hunger. &ldquo;G-gulp you down? Maybe I&hellip; I can even put you in my mouth as we&rsquo;re fucking.&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />&ldquo;Yes!&rdquo; the emolga cried, her squeaks the happiest sounding yet. &rdquo;Please, mistress! Let me feel your maw and disappear down your holy throat, let me experience the full joys of your guts, allow me to become one with your gorgeous body!&rdquo;<br /><br />Amber trembled with lust as the little emolga begged to be eaten. &ldquo;Hnnn, why is hearing you say that so appealing?&rdquo; <br /><br />While her conscience recoiled at the thought of devouring a living, breathing pokemon whole, her arousal couldn&rsquo;t have been stronger. Even if this was wrong, even if she wasn&rsquo;t a good pokemon after this, it wasn&rsquo;t really her fault. If not for her, Appy would have become someone else&rsquo;s meal, someone much less gentle and caring. If not for her, Appy might not have experienced pleasure. If not for her, Appy wouldn&rsquo;t be smiling so brightly, happy and content to fulfill her purpose.<br /><br />Amber opened her mouth playfully for the wide-eyed emolga, greeting her with a tight, pink gullet. She couldn&rsquo;t understand what Appy found appealing about the sight, but showing off the squishy depths of her throat to a willing pokemon was exciting nonetheless. <br /><br />Winding more vines around Appy&rsquo;s body for stability, she brought the giggling, bite-sized pokemon up toward her maw. The doomed rodent&rsquo;s humping grew urgent as she drew nearer to that one-way orifice, causing Amber to falter at the intense sensations assaulting her clit. She&rsquo;d never felt such squeezing heat around her feminine shaft before, so tight, so warm and wet. <br /><br />Her orgasm swelled to the surface, but the emolga beat her to completion, clamping down on her clit as she came her little heart out. It was too much, that rapid motion coaxing motion, squeezing and clenching and&mdash;<br /><br />&ldquo;F-fuck!&rdquo; Amber hissed as her clits tensed, before bursting into rapid motion, within and against her climaxing partner. She held herself firmly against Appy as the incredible orgasm played its course, resting her mouth against the cumming emolga as her muscles went slack. A mouth the emolga was more than happy to lean into, greeting her with a flavor that sent her instincts crazy. <br /><br />Her stomach clenched in protest at being empty despite the proximity of such a tasty morsel. Following that spasm was an even more obvious growl.<br /><br />&ldquo;Aww, your poor tummy! So rumbly!&rdquo; Appy said into her mouth with a giggle. She reached up with her tiny arms to caress Amber&rsquo;s tongue and cheeks, slathering herself with drool. Her drool. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m too small to make it all better, but I can sure help! I want you to do it fast, okay? Take your time with your other meals, but you need a snack now, not later! Gulp me down, give your belly the appetizer it deserves!&rdquo;<br />&nbsp;<br />The encouragement was all she needed. Amber slurped Appy into her mouth and snapped her jaws shut, trapping the little electric rodent in a cage of four long fangs. Flavor exploded across her taste buds as she gave in to instinct and tasted her prey, slathering her body with copious amounts of salvia. From head to tail, her tongue explored Appy, wriggled under her wings, slurped at her legs, and even slid deep into her still-clenching vagina before popping out to explore her butthole instead. Everything about Appy tasted amazing, like she&rsquo;d been missing out and this was what real food was supposed to be like.<br /><br />Appy seemed delighted by the situation, humping and trembling and squealing with joy. Only her hind legs remained in the outside world, until even those were slurped inside as Amber reflexively swallowed, bringing Appy&rsquo;s head closer to the back of her throat.<br /><br />Can I really do this? she wondered, torn as her next action weighed heavily on her mind. Eat a living, breathing pokemon? Digest her alive?<br /><br />She silenced those doubts as she raised her head, slurped her tongue along Appy&rsquo;s butt one last time, and swallowed the emolga with a loud, dramatic gulp, indulging her curiosity and her hunger all at once.<br /><br />Despite ample lubrication, the emolga went down rough, requiring more than one gulp before every limb was safely tucked within her slippery esophagus. Her prey squirmed the entire way down, and she imagined she had a paw between her legs, rubbing frantically as she attempted to get off one last time.<br /><br />Her prediction was proven correct moments later when a muffled, &ldquo;Cumming! Oooh&hellip;.&rdquo; sounded out, Appy&rsquo;s last words before silence filled the room.<br /><br />&ldquo;I-I really did it,&rdquo; Amber whispered, transfixed by the sight of the subtle lump traveling down her throat, headed toward a stomach that would show her no mercy. She&rsquo;d be churned and squeezed and crushed, and that was if she was lucky. &ldquo;Arceus, she tasted so good!&rdquo;<br /><br />The emolga wasn&rsquo;t giving up quite yet. If anything, the struggles were even stronger once the satisfaction of a nice, pleasant meal warmed up her belly. Whether her new accommodations didn&rsquo;t agree with her, or they agreed with her too much, Amber would never know. All she knew was how satisfying her squirms were, how delightfully right it felt to be filled with living prey. <br /><br />Amber sighed happily, coiling herself up so that her snout rested on her belly, content as could be. She was too curious what was going on with Appy to just ignore it, however.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey,&rdquo; she said to her bulge, feeling very silly and weird. &ldquo;Can you hear my voice?&rdquo; The squirming wasn&rsquo;t too obvious on the outside&mdash;in fact, Appy was so small she barely produced anything at all&mdash;but she could feel the moment Appy heard her, the squirming stopping in favor of a brief shudder. Taking that as a yes, she continued, &ldquo;I just want you to know I&rsquo;m very grateful for this&mdash; for you. Thank you. If you want me to keep talking, to&mdash; to keep you company as, y-you know, tap my stomach twice, okay? If you want me to be quiet, uh, tap once?&rdquo;<br /><br />Two small taps. More squirming.<br /><br />Amber snuggled against her active belly&mdash;against Appy&mdash;with a grateful sigh. Her vent remained stubbornly aroused, however, and stubbornly right in front of her face from where she was curled up. Biting her lip, she delved forward with her tongue, greeting both her clits with a delightful flick. <br /><br />&ldquo;I-I&rsquo;m&mdash;hnnn&mdash;licking myself to the thought of you being in there,&rdquo; Amber told Appy between slurps, to which she responded with more squirming, and a muffled squeak she barely heard. &ldquo;O-oh! I can hear you! But save your breaths, okay? I want to cum while you&rsquo;re&mdash;ah&mdash;still awake. Do you want that too? Two taps for yes.&rdquo;<br /><br />The taps this time were much more enthusiastic. Amber giggled into her vent, delighted by how into this Appy still was, despite being in the worst place imaginable. Actually, was it even that bad? She just&hellip; assumed it was. <br /><br />&ldquo;Do you like it in there?&rdquo; she asked, morbidly curious. Surely she couldn&rsquo;t actually&mdash;<br /><br />Two taps. <br /><br />Stunned by the doomed emolga&rsquo;s answer, Amber rephrased the question. &ldquo;My stomach is actually comfortable for you?&rdquo;<br /><br />Again, two taps.<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s wild.&rdquo; After giving her clits a few lazy licks, she added, &ldquo;Are you masturbating in there?&rdquo;<br /><br />A few seconds of squirming passed before she tapped twice.<br /><br />Tingles coursed through her lengthy body as she imagined the emolga, squished between her&mdash;apparently comfortable&mdash;stomach walls, masturbating furiously as her final resting place filled with acid. Speaking of acid, with her ear hole against her stomach she could hear gurgling. Felt it, too. <br /><br />Amber ceased her licking in favor of pressing her cloaca against her belly instead, shuddering as her soft, green scales rubbed along her sensitive vent and even more sensitive clits. &ldquo;C-can you feel that?&rdquo; she asked, rubbing her vent against the nearly-nonexistent bulge. Said bulge tapped twice. &ldquo;Heh, I&rsquo;m glad because&mdash;ha&mdash;that&rsquo;s my cloaca. I&rsquo;m rubbing it against you. Is that sexy to hear?&rdquo;<br /><br />Two VERY enthusiastic taps, leading into urgent activity that Amber imagined to be the emolga&rsquo;s aroused thrusting. In fact, the pressure was directly against her sex, producing pleasant vibrations that urged Amber to press herself even harder against Appy. But why press when she could coil?<br /><br />It wasn&rsquo;t very difficult to wrap her lower end around her belly, but lining it up juuust right so her cloaca smushed against her stomach exactly took slightly more care. Once it was all set up, though, all Amber had to do was coil harder, constricting Appy&mdash;and herself&mdash;from the outside in. <br /><br />&ldquo;D-do you like that?&rdquo; she hissed at her belly, upping the pressure and shuddering at how tingly and erect it made her clits. &ldquo;Do you like it when I squeeze my clits against you?&rdquo; <br /><br />These next two taps happened directly against her vent. <br /><br />&ldquo;F-fuck, this is sexy. Th-three taps when you&rsquo;re cumming, please! I want to know!&rdquo;<br /><br />As her own orgasm neared, as she rubbed and squirmed and fucked her prey through her own belly, darker thoughts began to intrude. Thoughts of what was going to happen to Appy. <br /><br />Instead of keeping these thoughts inside, she instead shared it all. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m going to&mdash;hnn&mdash;digest you! Oh, fuck, then you&rsquo;re going to&mdash; going to travel down my intestines as emolga soup, providing me with energy and life.&rdquo; She squeezed harder, getting off purely to the pressure now. &ldquo;Most of you won&rsquo;t become part of me, though, most of you will keep going, being&mdash;fuck&mdash;being processed and compacted until&mdash; until&mdash; until I squeeze you back out as a solid lump!&rdquo;<br /><br />Three taps. Three urgent, glorious taps. <br /><br />Amber saw stars. The pleasure of her climax swelled and released, her insides squeezing almost as hard as she squeezed her stomach between powerful coils. &ldquo;Arceus!&rdquo; she cried out, both from the pleasure crashing over her, as well as the ache of crushing her own belly. <br /><br />There was a muffled crack. <br /><br />The sound barely registered to Amber at first&mdash;after all, during such a fantastic orgasm, what did it matter? But as the bliss tapered off, and her mind cleared, she realized that the squirming she&rsquo;d gotten so used to had suddenly stopped. <br /><br />&ldquo;Appy? Are you okay?&rdquo; she whispered, almost afraid of the answer. Or lack thereof, as proved the case when no reply came. &ldquo;H-hey, don&rsquo;t scare me like this. I didn&rsquo;t&mdash; I didn&rsquo;t squeeze that hard!&rdquo;<br /><br />Except she had. Uncoiling herself revealed a very clear imprint of herself on her scales, along with a dull throbbing. It hurt&mdash;not a lot, but enough to really hammer home that if it hurt for her, how much damage would her lapse in judgment have done to a tiny emolga?<br /><br />An icky sensation crept up her spine. There was something final about feeling the emolga crunch under the pressure. Before now, she&rsquo;d just been playing with a lover. Maybe getting a little rough, maybe engaging in some really kinky BDSM and dirty talk, but it wasn&rsquo;t really dangerous. Appy wasn&rsquo;t really going to die. <br /><br />Except it wasn&rsquo;t playing, it wasn&rsquo;t safe, and Appy really was dead.<br /><br />She stared at her belly for another ten seconds, listening for any signs of life. But all she heard were the gastrointestinal garbles and wet squelches of digestion finally beginning to pick up. <br /><br />&ldquo;She&rsquo;s churning inside me,&rdquo; Amber whispered with revenant awe. &ldquo;Hnnn, how am I still so horny?&rdquo;<br /><br />Not only was she still horny, but as a loud, desperate gurgle and deep emptiness made clear, she was still hungry. <br /><br />After all, that had only been the appetizer.<br /></span>","pools_count":0,"title":"Order Up! 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