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This story is self-indulgence, plain and simple. Those of you not into vore can (and should) skip it entirely. Though I will say the finneon survives in the end, meaning it has a ‘good end’, even if it seems like it won't halfway through. Spoilers, technically, but it’s already going to be spoiled in the tags, so I may as well make it clear that Charlie (even this OOC version of him) can’t exactly in good conscience kill someone he had a sexual experience with.\n\nI have good news for those looking forward to the actual next chapter of Charlie’s Discovery. I’ve gotten past my writer’s block, and have written a good chunk of chapter 12. Chapter 13 is also in-progress. The plan is to publish them back-to-back since chapter 12 swaps between Nicky and Lexi’s Pov. I figured it wouldn’t be fair to publish that and not the next chapter with Charlie’s POV right afterward. Should be done sometime within the next few months. \n\nThank you to [iconname]Matkaja[/iconname] for looking over this for errors and giving suggestions!\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Summary
A hungry fletchinder is on a perfectly normal hunt when his finneon prey requests something unbelievable: one last orgasm before being swallowed alive.

Author’s Note
100% non-canon to Charlie’s Discovery. This story is self-indulgence, plain and simple. Those of you not into vore can (and should) skip it entirely. Though I will say the finneon survives in the end, meaning it has a ‘good end’, even if it seems like it won't halfway through. Spoilers, technically, but it’s already going to be spoiled in the tags, so I may as well make it clear that Charlie (even this OOC version of him) can’t exactly in good conscience kill someone he had a sexual experience with.

I have good news for those looking forward to the actual next chapter of Charlie’s Discovery. I’ve gotten past my writer’s block, and have written a good chunk of chapter 12. Chapter 13 is also in-progress. The plan is to publish them back-to-back since chapter 12 swaps between Nicky and Lexi’s Pov. I figured it wouldn’t be fair to publish that and not the next chapter with Charlie’s POV right afterward. Should be done sometime within the next few months.

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I’ve never actually cum before,” she admitted. “You sorta have to be in the right mindset, or so my mom tells me. Anyhow, if you pretend you’re about to eat me, like, put me in your beak tail fins first, I can wriggle my way to a peak! I’m full of eggs, so they’ll all come spilling out. Y-you like the eggs, right? When you… eat us?”\n\n“They’re tasty,” he said, thinking back to all the times he dug into the belly of gravid fish. Obviously only the females had eggs in them, but they were always a flavorful surprise. “I’ve never eaten them without the other stuff though. Blood gives eggs a nice kick.”\n\n“R-right, uh.” She grew silent for a second, clearly nervous by what he said. Her flippers plopped against the ground in a way that reminded him of Nicky. He didn’t know how to feel about that. “Can you please, please, please promise me you’ll let me finish first before swallowing? You’ll know when I’m squirting eggs. It’ll be all of them, just plop plop plop. Gosh, I’m getting [i]excited[/i] just telling you about it.”\n\nShe wasn’t the only one. Charlie didn’t know why, but his cloaca clenched down at the thought, and he shuddered at the unwelcome feeling of arousal. Obviously he wouldn’t tell [i]her[/i] he was getting horny. Who knows who she’d tell—\n\nOh. Right.\n\n“Since you won't be able to tell anyone, you’re getting me worked up too,” Charlie admitted. “It’s embarrassing. I don’t know how you’re making me excited, but you are.”\n\nShe giggled. “That’s cool! Can I see it before I go? I’ve never seen bird bits before!”\n\nHe hesitated. “F-fine. But only for a second! Then I’m putting you in my beak, and you do your thing so I can swallow you. I’m [i]really [/i]hungry.”\n\nTo get it over with, Charlie turned around and lifted his tail feathers, showing the finneon his wet, pulsing vent. Knowing he was being stared at [i]sexually[/i] had his heart fluttering, and his vent winking even harder. \n\n“Wow,” came the finneon’s voice. “It’s so big! I bet I could wriggle my way into there. I’d die a happy fishie if I did.” Charlie turned back around, to which the finneon let out a noise of protest. “Awww, I wasn’t done looking! Come on!”\n\n“You’re lucky you got that much,” he grumbled, glaring at the fish. “Now turn around and raise your tail, and hold very still! If you try to fight I’ll just swallow you without making it feel good.”\n\n“G-got it!” She sounded nervous again, for good reason, but there was also a hint of excitement. “My name’s Sunny, by the way. Just… remember me, please?”\n\n“Alright… Sunny.” Remembering her name was the least he could do. Wasn’t it?\n\nSunny lifted her rear end and held still, exactly as he told her to. His attention was drawn to a tiny slit under her tailfins, the orifice leaking profusely. It had to be her cloaca. At least it was something he was familiar with, even if it looked different from his own.\n\nAnother thing he noticed from this angle was how [i]plump[/i] she was. Her entire belly bulged outwards—not fat, but a distended roundness that made it clear she was telling the truth.\n\nShe was full of eggs.\n\nCharlie’s stomach growled in protest at the delay, so he opened wide and slipped her tail into his mouth. The flavor of fresh finneon delighted his taste buds, and before he could stop himself he had already downed half of her wriggly backside and raised his head high to finish her off when she cried out, “W-wait! You promised!”\n\nHe stopped himself just in time. Obviously he couldn’t talk with his mouth full of the slippery finneon, but he let his actions speak for itself, fighting the instinctual urge to [i]gulp[/i]. Her squirming didn’t help, each wriggling movement triggering his swallowing reflex.\n\nOnly Sunny’s head remained outside of his beak, and when she realized she wasn’t being eaten—yet—she let out a nervous giggle. “Oh gosh, that was a close one! I thought I’d be a goner for sure…” Her voice grew quiet. “Please don’t swallow when I’m squirming, I need to… rub myself against you to finish. Your throat is super warm and wet and soft, and [i]hnnn[/i], it already feels great, but I’ll need a minute.”\n\nHe wasn’t sure he could resist her delicious flavor for that long. But he’d try… if only because he’d feel horrible if he didn’t. \n\nAfter a few moments, Sunny started humping his throat. That was the only way to describe it. She rocked herself back and forth, shuddering in his beak and her tail flailing in his gullet as her thrusts grew increasingly desperate, her voice increasingly squeaky. \n\n“Oh gosh, oh jeez, oh wow,” Sunny said as she wriggled more and more, making it almost impossible to hold back the reflexive gulp that [i]begged [/i]to happen. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum down your throat, I’m gonna squirt eggs into your belly! Oh jeez, it’s— OH JEEZ!”\n\nHe expected she would hold still when her climax arrived, sorta like how Lance did whenever he came. He was wrong. Her motions grew frantic as spurts of gooey warmth impacted the back of his throat. Each volley reached his stomach after only a few seconds, but they were slimy and hot all the way down.\n\n“This is the best feeling!” Sunny moaned as she ejaculated down his throat. “Oh, g-gosh, swallow me now! I want to feel this going down! Please!”\n\nThat was exactly what Charlie had been waiting for. He raised his head, closed his beak around his euphoric prey, and [i]gulped, [/i]swallowing the climaxing finneon without a second thought. She traveled down his throat slowly, a wriggling bulge that squirmed all the way down. She filled his belly with more pleasant streaks of heat well before she arrived, like an appetizer to the full course only moments away. \n\nHe gulped again, then again, assisting the natural contractions of his esophagus. \n\nThere was a satisfying fullness as his still-alive meal arrived in her final home, settling nicely in his rumbly belly. She continued to squirm, writhing and twirling and all sorts of motions that should have freaked him out, except all it did was tell him she was still ejaculating, filling his stomach with eggs that would never be fertilized. \n\n----------\n\nSunny knew this was the end. She knew that the moment she came, he would swallow her, and all her hopes and dreams would follow. \n\nYet the finneon moaned as she humped the predator’s throat, desperate to cum, those darker thoughts only increasing the urgency. She was so close! The fletchinder’s throat was perfect, squeezing her entire backside in a warmth that wouldn’t cease, stimulating her cloaca in ways she only imagined before now.\n\n“Oh gosh, oh jeez, oh wow,” she uttered mindlessly as the pleasure ramped up, higher and grander the more she wiggled within the bird’s wonderful gullet. Tension rose in her belly, powerful and unfamiliar, and for a moment she was convinced she was going to pop. “I’m gonna cum,” she realized with a breathless gasp, “I’m gonna cum down your throat, I’m gonna squirt eggs into your belly! Oh jeez, it’s— OH JEEZ!”\n\nEggs [i]exploded[/i] from her vent. She saw stars as she completed the purpose of her existence, squirting out multiple eggs at once with every intense ejaculation. The goopy bundles stroked her walls on the way out, feeling like ropes of slimy pearls, soft and warm and extending the pleasure in ways that should’ve been impossible. They were undeniably wasted down the bird’s throat, but by Arceus didn’t she feel like the most accomplished finneon in the whole wide sea right now. \n\n“This is the best feeling!” Sunny moaned as she was wracked by the pleasures of laying. She needed this to last forever. She never wanted to let go of it. Never wanted to stop. “Oh, g-gosh, swallow me now! I want to feel this going down! Please!”\n\nThe fletchinder obeyed with a sudden [i]gulp [/i]that rocked her world.[i] [/i]She couldn’t even cry out as darkness enveloped her vision, followed by an intense squishy heat, and crushing pressure. [i]I’m being eaten, I’m being eaten, oh Arceus, I’m prey! This is really happening! Hnnn, I’m cumming soooo hard!\n\n[/i]The fletchinder’s throat squelched and squished around her body, loudly guiding her with rhythmic contractions down, down, down toward the stomach she knew awaited her, laying eggs all the while. Absently, she wondered if he’d spit her back up. Surely they shared something special in the end. Surely he’d want to do more than just this with her? \n\nBut no, she kept squirting and writhing, and he kept swallowing, until her backside bumped up against something, and was slowly, almost painfully squeezed through a narrow tube, a tube that squeezed and relaxed as it traveled up her body. It honestly felt like she was being devoured.\n\n[i]…Right. I AM being devoured.[/i]\n\nThe powerful muscle eventually reached her head, squeezing her into somewhere more spacious than his throat, but no less cramped. Slimy, fleshy walls enveloped her on all sides, forcing her into a ball as she continued to cum, until she was squirting eggs all over her own face. It felt good. She felt comfortable, albeit weak from the lack of water. \n\nSunny nuzzled her vent to capture more flashes of pleasure, shuddering weakly as her opening throbbed and deposited a warm, gooey orb on her face. \n\n----------\n\nCharlie felt awkward as he stood there staring at his belly. She was still alive in there. Still squirming, still [i]cumming. [/i]He knew she was in bliss, but that wouldn’t last. He didn’t want her to suffer. Didn’t want anyone to suffer. \n\nWhy had he agreed to this? He should have crushed her head when he had the chance, save her from the horrors to follow. Being digested alive did not sound fun. Heck, he’d never swallowed ANYTHING alive before today. \n\nAnd yet, feeling her squirming inside, knowing she was experiencing bliss… It was inexpressibly hot.\n\nCharlie looked around nervously, and upon seeing no one, flopped over onto his back and bent forward toward his urgently winking vent. He winced as his new position put pressure on his full belly, but honestly, squeezing the finneon like that aroused him even further, and his cloaca flexed hard up until the moment he stuck his tongue out and licked it. \n\n“Hnnnn, Sunny, keep squirming…” he whispered as he licked himself to the fantasy of her delights. “F-fill my belly with eggs…”\n\n----------\n\nSunny perked up as her host spoke to her, muffled though it may have been. He sounded breathless, like he was… like he was [i]masturbating[/i] to her plight. \n\nThe thought reinvigorated her. She nuzzled into her cloaca more firmly, stopping the eggs from coming out until the pressure grew too much and exploded all over her face. This happened over and over again, each spurt imparting on her a wonderful rush of relief. \n\nHer accommodations were getting tighter now, though, squishing her so firmly against herself that she could hardly move. It hurt. Not a lot, but enough to make her uncomfortable even through the flashes of bliss that accompanied each squirt of eggs. Did that mean he was curled up too? Was he using his beak to pleasure himself?\n\nProjecting her limited psychic powers into her usual voice was a struggle at this venture, but she managed. Albeit barely. “Cum for me,” she whispered, hoping her weak voice made it through his stomach’s tough, wrinkled walls. “Squirt your seed, swallow it! And then shower me and my eggs with it!”\n\n----------\n\nIt was quiet, but there was no mistaking that voice. Charlie moaned into his vent, and though the finneon didn’t know he couldn’t produce seed, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t swallow everything that came out regardless. For her.\n\nPart of him was tempted to spit her back up. To… try and stay friends with the finneon he was sharing this moment with. But then his stomach grumbled again, only this time it was a pleased grumble, a digestive grumble. Was he splattering her with his juices now? Did it hurt? Or did that take a while to kick in? He wasn’t sure how it worked, but he was too aroused to care. \n\nCharlie was digging deep into his cloaca with his tongue and beak when his vent suddenly clamped down, exploding into rhythmic contractions along with a blast of pleasure that caused him to see stars. \n\n----------\n\nLoud groans and gurgles filled Sunny’s ears as her fleshy prison tensed, each squeeze accompanied by a wet [i]squelch[/i] as she was squirted with thick mystery juices, the stomach’s already soaked walls growing even slicker against her body. \n\n[i]I’m going to be digested, [/i]she realized with growing horror as she was slathered with digestive juices, a tingly film enveloping her scales. It tickled, but she knew being tickled was the least of her problems.[i] Oh, jeez, I thought I’d suffocate first! Maybe I should have let him… kill me first. [/i]\n\nNot even her ongoing orgasm could fight back the dread. No one wanted to die. She had… not a lot going for her, but her boyfriend was pretty cute. She’d have been happy spawning with him a few times, maybe even rubbing their vents together out of season like freaks. He seemed down for kinky stuff like that. Though, she doubted he’d have been down for what she ended up doing… trapped in a predator’s stomach. A predator who she was pretty sure was cumming right now if their muffled moans and tightening stomach said anything. \n\nBut Sunny had asked for this, hadn’t she? This experience? Even if she thought it would be over by now, that she’d fade away into a happy slumber after laying her eggs, cumming away the entire time, body tricked into thinking it fulfilled its task, she couldn’t take it back. \n\n[i]I have to make the most of this, [/i]she decided then and there, renewing her humping even as her vent began tingling from the juices too, wincing when some got into her vent and began to itch. She only hoped it wouldn’t get too bad, that she had time for more orgasms before the worst of it started.\n\nShe prayed to Arceus that she passed out from lack of oxygen before the tingles became something [i]worse[/i]. \n\n----------\n\nCharlie managed three orgasms before he lay back with a satisfied groan. His vent continued to tingle as it trembled with aftershocks, but he was content to simply lay back on the snowy ledge and relax, maybe take a nap as his meal finished digesting. He could already feel his belly gurgling, hear it sometimes too. Sunny wasn’t moving much anymore, twitching only occasionally. \n\nHe felt bad about the finneon that was in there, but she was probably blissfully passed out by now and was twitching in her sleep. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt.\n\nHis hopes were quashed when the finneon started moving again. First a violent twitch, then full-on thrashing as a small voice cried out, barely audible through his stomach, “H-help… P-please… I-I know I agreed to this, b-but please… Spit me out… K-kill me if you have to… It-it’s starting to… oh, Arceus… it’s starting to burn a little…”\n\n“I-I can’t,” Charlie said, wincing as the finneon continued to squirm, desperate to escape her fleshy prison. Her tiny voice continued to scream—they weren’t pained screams, not yet at least, but Sunny was clearly panicking now that her own pleasure had ended, and he could only imagine how worse those screams were going to get if he didn't do [i]something[/i]. “Can’t you cum again? Won’t that help?”\n\n“M-my vent burns the worst…” she whimpered in response. “It hurts to rub…”\n\nCharlie stared in horror at the squirming lump in his belly. He felt sick. Literally sick to his stomach. Any lingering arousal was washed away as a heavy, unsettling queasiness set in. Even trying to imagine what she was going through—what she was [i]about [/i]to go through— had him shaky and dizzy with empathy. If it hurt now, just how bad would it get? When would she pass out? Would he be… evil for not helping her? \n\n[i]Am I a monster?[/i]\n\nCharlie rolled over and dry-heaved, desperate to expel the poor finneon before it got worse for her. His very real queasiness assisted the maneuver, and he shuddered with each gag, the horrible sensation of his guts tightening and pushing up making him heave all over again. Hot, wet tears tickled his eyes, from the pain, yes, but also a powerful urge to set her free.\n\n“S-stop! Owww, s-stop! Oooow, you’re c-c-crushing me!”\n\nHe couldn’t stop. Couldn’t relent. Even as she continued to complain, even as she wailed that his stomach was squeezing her too tightly, he kept trying to expel her. But honestly, at this point it wasn’t even on purpose. He couldn’t have stopped the muscular reflex now if he wanted to.\n\nEventually one of the worst feelings of his life happened. Sunny’s large, squirming body went [i]up[/i], pushed into his esophagus by his painfully tight stomach, and it didn’t feel any better from there.\n\nThe only thing Charlie had experienced worse than throwing up Sunny was laying an egg. And even that was debatable as it got so bad he nearly passed out from the dry-heaving when Sunny suddenly was back in his mouth. Then she was on the snow, covered in clear, gross slime, but otherwise no worse for wear. \n\nHe was too busy spitting her up to pay her much attention, however, and he didn’t stop for at least another minute. Couldn’t stop. He’d never felt sicker; not even egg-cramps made him feel this horrible.\n\nBy the end he was curled into a ball, crying and shaking from the agony, from what he almost did. “I-I’m a monster!” he hiccupped, squeezing his eyes shut. How could he have agreed to that? He deserved this. He deserved—\n\nSuddenly, something warm curled up next to him. \n\nStill trembling, he opened his eyes to peer down at the finneon, who had managed to somehow clean herself off by rolling in the snow. “S-stop crying please,” Sunny said, her voice shaky and weak. “Please don’t cry. You’re not a monster… I also eat other fish sometimes, like little baby ones when I’m really hungry. I usually eat kelp, but I… I understand. Besides, you let me go… you saved me. I [i]forgive [/i]you.”\n\n“B-but I tortured you!” he hiccupped, unable to believe this little fish was forgiving him. “Almost d-d-digested you alive!”\n\n“But you didn’t.” Her voice was more confident now. She pressed a fin against his side, the edges tinged pink. “Look at me, okay? I’m fine! It… itches a LOT, but it’s not painful. My vent hurts a little though. My eyes too, but I squeezed them shut so I don’t think they’re damaged.”\n\nCharlie squinted at her through blurry eyes, blinking away tears. A good fraction of her scales were just… gone. Most remained, but they were cracked and smooth around the edges. The worst part, though, were the small patches of exposed skin, pink and inflamed. But that was all. Nothing was peeling off, there was no blood. She would survive… as long as he brought her back to the ocean, that was.\n\n“Are you sure y-you’re okay?” He sniffled, and took a deep, shuddering breath, only to wince as his stomach protested with a raging fire. “Arceus, my stomach hurts worse than egg cramps…”\n\nNow her eyes widened even further. “Wait, back up, didn’t you say you’re a boy?”\n\nCharlie didn’t think it was possible, but the finneon had actually managed to make him feel flustered instead of horribly guilty. It was… an improvement. “N-no, you just called me Mr. and I didn’t correct you. I [i]am [/i]a boy. I mean, sorta. Um, it’s complicated? You can call me Ms. Fletchinder if you want, if that’s easier?”\n\nSunny looked up at him, thinking hard. “How about you tell me your name instead, and I can call you that?” she suggested coyly, to which Charlie actually laughed. \n\n“If you’re trying to make me like you, it’s working,” he teased. “My name’s Charlie. And, uh, you’re the first pokemon I consider prey I’ve ever given my name to. So I really wouldn’t feel good about eating you, not even if I kill you first.”\n\nNot to mention his stomach hurt waaaay too much to think about food. [i]Ow.[/i]\n\n“Wanna be friends then, Charlie?” Sunny asked, sounding like she actually meant it too. Instead of just being a clever ploy to keep herself in his good graces. Which he totally wouldn’t blame her for. He’d probably do the same thing in her position. \n\n“I… yeah, that sounds fun,” Charlie agreed, privately deciding to never eat any finneon again. He wouldn’t eat his [i]friends’[/i] families, so he won’t eat hers. \n\nMagikarp were fair game though. Despite the pain in his gut, he licked his beak just thinking about digging into their juicy insides.\n\nCharlie stood up on shaky legs, trembling as he examined Sunny some more. She didn’t look so good. Sorta out of it, too, like she was struggling to look up at him, eyes unfocused as she kept opening and closing her mouth. \n\nHe realized with a start that she was still suffocating. “Oh jeez, you can’t breathe! Let me take you home!” \n\n“That… would be nice,” she croaked, or at least the weird psychic voice she used to vibrate the air did. “Thanks, Charlie.”\n\nHis chest swelled with affection as she said his name. \n\n“Hold still. I’ll be gentle, alright?” \n\nCharlie did not feel like flying after expelling the finneon, but he had no choice, groaning as he got into the air and carried Sunny in his talons back toward the ocean. At least no one would know what he and Sunny did. Who’d believe her anyways?\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A fletchinder soared over the ocean, scanning the waves below for any signs of tasty magikarp or finneon. His stomach clenched, gurgling its annoyance that he hadn’t eaten all day. Charlie wasn’t just hungry, he was famished. Laying that most recent egg had given him an appetite to rival Articuno herself.

Flying above water used to terrify him, but years of fishing had instilled upon him a casual confidence. He knew his limits, and he knew exactly what to do if he spotted—

There!

Charlie dived, headed for the splash directly below. It was over almost before he realized it. The wriggly finneon flailed in his clutches, desperate for escape. Alas, his talons had trapped it in a cage of claws as he glided toward the shore, excited to dig in to his meal.

“W-wait!” begged his prey with a soul-crushing squeak.

Wincing at its words, he otherwise ignored the poor thing. Talking to prey was the fastest way to ruin a meal. It wasn’t fair, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he had to eat. He couldn’t just let it go.

The finneon squirmed even harder in his iron grip, before crying out, “L-let’s talk about this!”

Charlie winced at her increasingly heart-breaking pleading, but nonetheless ignored the water type. It never got any easier.

He passed by the shore and made his way inland, flying for about a minute before dropping the finneon at the edges of the cave he laid his most recent egg in, and where Lance mated him. It was located on a cliffside. The perfect place to eat without being interrupted.

He landed immediately after, and moved toward the petrified finneon, sharp beak parted with the intention of killing it quickly—

“You… wha?” “I-I wanna cum before I die!” the finneon eventually blurted, stopping him moments before he sliced open its neck. He closed his beak, utterly baffled as he stared at the now-blushing fish. “U-um, so, this is going to sound weird, Mr. Fletchinder, but if I’m going to end up in your belly, can you at least make it pleasurable?”

Charlie was at a loss for words. This was a first.

“Just hear me out!” the insane finneon insisted. When Charlie didn’t interrupt, it continued, “So, like, I was RIGHT about to mate with my boyfriend for the first time, and then you just snagged me out of the water before I could lay my eggs! It’s not fair… I was soooo close to procreating, but nooo. The least you can do is let me feel like I’m not a failure before you end me, okay?”

“I’m not doing that,” Charlie said bluntly, ruffling his feathers at the idea of getting a finneon off just before eating it—her. “I, just… ew? What the heck? Fish are weird…

“You could let me go?” She suggested softly. “So I can… be weird someplace else… like with my boyfriend… maybe?”

Charlie’s stomach chose that moment to growl, loudly. He let out a heavy sigh as the finneon looked at him with big, hopeful eyes. This was why he didn’t talk to prey. They always made him feel guilty. Stupid hunger, stupid nature. Why can’t I just eat berries or something like the sawsbuck?

He could humor her. Heck, it might even be sexy. Lapras were sexy while laying, and they even felt pleasure during it, too. Clearly it was similar with the finneon based on how she talked.

“I’m going to eat you.” The finneon’s expression fell. “But I’ll… ugh, I’ll give you an orgasm first, okay?”

This excited her so much that she did a little flip before landing back on the cool, snowy stone. “Yay!” She used her fins to crawl toward Charlie, looking up at him with big eyes. Suddenly she looked bashful. “So, um, I wasn't entirely honest. I sorta actually find bird pokemon really sexy, and you’re like, wow! I’ve never seen anything like you before! I’d obviously never get caught on purpose… but this is sorta a fantasy of mine, and maybe I can forget about the end result if you indulge me a little. Please?”

“You think I’m sexy?” Charlie was oddly flattered. He’d never been called sexy by prey before. Not that he usually gave them this much of an opportunity to speak…

“Yeah, I—” Suddenly, she flopped over, her mouth opening and closing as she twitched randomly. Charlie felt a rush of worry before remembering he planned to eat her. “Oooh, that felt weird. Getting dizzy. C-can we do this quickly before I pass out? It’s hard being out of the water for so long.”

“I guess,” he said, unsure about this entire situation. “What do you want me to do? I’ve never, um, done this with a finneon before.”

“It’s easy, I think. I’ve never actually cum before,” she admitted. “You sorta have to be in the right mindset, or so my mom tells me. Anyhow, if you pretend you’re about to eat me, like, put me in your beak tail fins first, I can wriggle my way to a peak! I’m full of eggs, so they’ll all come spilling out. Y-you like the eggs, right? When you… eat us?”

“They’re tasty,” he said, thinking back to all the times he dug into the belly of gravid fish. Obviously only the females had eggs in them, but they were always a flavorful surprise. “I’ve never eaten them without the other stuff though. Blood gives eggs a nice kick.”

“R-right, uh.” She grew silent for a second, clearly nervous by what he said. Her flippers plopped against the ground in a way that reminded him of Nicky. He didn’t know how to feel about that. “Can you please, please, please promise me you’ll let me finish first before swallowing? You’ll know when I’m squirting eggs. It’ll be all of them, just plop plop plop. Gosh, I’m getting excited just telling you about it.”

She wasn’t the only one. Charlie didn’t know why, but his cloaca clenched down at the thought, and he shuddered at the unwelcome feeling of arousal. Obviously he wouldn’t tell her he was getting horny. Who knows who she’d tell—

Oh. Right.

“Since you won't be able to tell anyone, you’re getting me worked up too,” Charlie admitted. “It’s embarrassing. I don’t know how you’re making me excited, but you are.”

She giggled. “That’s cool! Can I see it before I go? I’ve never seen bird bits before!”

He hesitated. “F-fine. But only for a second! Then I’m putting you in my beak, and you do your thing so I can swallow you. I’m really hungry.”

To get it over with, Charlie turned around and lifted his tail feathers, showing the finneon his wet, pulsing vent. Knowing he was being stared at sexually had his heart fluttering, and his vent winking even harder.

“Wow,” came the finneon’s voice. “It’s so big! I bet I could wriggle my way into there. I’d die a happy fishie if I did.” Charlie turned back around, to which the finneon let out a noise of protest. “Awww, I wasn’t done looking! Come on!”

“You’re lucky you got that much,” he grumbled, glaring at the fish. “Now turn around and raise your tail, and hold very still! If you try to fight I’ll just swallow you without making it feel good.”

“G-got it!” She sounded nervous again, for good reason, but there was also a hint of excitement. “My name’s Sunny, by the way. Just… remember me, please?”

“Alright… Sunny.” Remembering her name was the least he could do. Wasn’t it?

Sunny lifted her rear end and held still, exactly as he told her to. His attention was drawn to a tiny slit under her tailfins, the orifice leaking profusely. It had to be her cloaca. At least it was something he was familiar with, even if it looked different from his own.

Another thing he noticed from this angle was how plump she was. Her entire belly bulged outwards—not fat, but a distended roundness that made it clear she was telling the truth.

She was full of eggs.

Charlie’s stomach growled in protest at the delay, so he opened wide and slipped her tail into his mouth. The flavor of fresh finneon delighted his taste buds, and before he could stop himself he had already downed half of her wriggly backside and raised his head high to finish her off when she cried out, “W-wait! You promised!”

He stopped himself just in time. Obviously he couldn’t talk with his mouth full of the slippery finneon, but he let his actions speak for itself, fighting the instinctual urge to gulp. Her squirming didn’t help, each wriggling movement triggering his swallowing reflex.

Only Sunny’s head remained outside of his beak, and when she realized she wasn’t being eaten—yet—she let out a nervous giggle. “Oh gosh, that was a close one! I thought I’d be a goner for sure…” Her voice grew quiet. “Please don’t swallow when I’m squirming, I need to… rub myself against you to finish. Your throat is super warm and wet and soft, and hnnn, it already feels great, but I’ll need a minute.”

He wasn’t sure he could resist her delicious flavor for that long. But he’d try… if only because he’d feel horrible if he didn’t.

After a few moments, Sunny started humping his throat. That was the only way to describe it. She rocked herself back and forth, shuddering in his beak and her tail flailing in his gullet as her thrusts grew increasingly desperate, her voice increasingly squeaky.

“Oh gosh, oh jeez, oh wow,” Sunny said as she wriggled more and more, making it almost impossible to hold back the reflexive gulp that begged to happen. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum down your throat, I’m gonna squirt eggs into your belly! Oh jeez, it’s— OH JEEZ!”

He expected she would hold still when her climax arrived, sorta like how Lance did whenever he came. He was wrong. Her motions grew frantic as spurts of gooey warmth impacted the back of his throat. Each volley reached his stomach after only a few seconds, but they were slimy and hot all the way down.

“This is the best feeling!” Sunny moaned as she ejaculated down his throat. “Oh, g-gosh, swallow me now! I want to feel this going down! Please!”

That was exactly what Charlie had been waiting for. He raised his head, closed his beak around his euphoric prey, and gulped, swallowing the climaxing finneon without a second thought. She traveled down his throat slowly, a wriggling bulge that squirmed all the way down. She filled his belly with more pleasant streaks of heat well before she arrived, like an appetizer to the full course only moments away.

He gulped again, then again, assisting the natural contractions of his esophagus.

There was a satisfying fullness as his still-alive meal arrived in her final home, settling nicely in his rumbly belly. She continued to squirm, writhing and twirling and all sorts of motions that should have freaked him out, except all it did was tell him she was still ejaculating, filling his stomach with eggs that would never be fertilized.

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Sunny knew this was the end. She knew that the moment she came, he would swallow her, and all her hopes and dreams would follow.

Yet the finneon moaned as she humped the predator’s throat, desperate to cum, those darker thoughts only increasing the urgency. She was so close! The fletchinder’s throat was perfect, squeezing her entire backside in a warmth that wouldn’t cease, stimulating her cloaca in ways she only imagined before now.

“Oh gosh, oh jeez, oh wow,” she uttered mindlessly as the pleasure ramped up, higher and grander the more she wiggled within the bird’s wonderful gullet. Tension rose in her belly, powerful and unfamiliar, and for a moment she was convinced she was going to pop. “I’m gonna cum,” she realized with a breathless gasp, “I’m gonna cum down your throat, I’m gonna squirt eggs into your belly! Oh jeez, it’s— OH JEEZ!”

Eggs exploded from her vent. She saw stars as she completed the purpose of her existence, squirting out multiple eggs at once with every intense ejaculation. The goopy bundles stroked her walls on the way out, feeling like ropes of slimy pearls, soft and warm and extending the pleasure in ways that should’ve been impossible. They were undeniably wasted down the bird’s throat, but by Arceus didn’t she feel like the most accomplished finneon in the whole wide sea right now.

“This is the best feeling!” Sunny moaned as she was wracked by the pleasures of laying. She needed this to last forever. She never wanted to let go of it. Never wanted to stop.  “Oh, g-gosh, swallow me now! I want to feel this going down! Please!”

The fletchinder obeyed with a sudden gulp that rocked her world. She couldn’t even cry out as darkness enveloped her vision, followed by an intense squishy heat, and crushing pressure. I’m being eaten, I’m being eaten, oh Arceus, I’m prey! This is really happening! Hnnn, I’m cumming soooo hard!

The fletchinder’s throat squelched and squished around her body, loudly guiding her with rhythmic contractions down, down, down toward the stomach she knew awaited her, laying eggs all the while. Absently, she wondered if he’d spit her back up. Surely they shared something special in the end. Surely he’d want to do more than just this with her?

But no, she kept squirting and writhing, and he kept swallowing, until her backside bumped up against something, and was slowly, almost painfully squeezed through a narrow tube, a tube that squeezed and relaxed as it traveled up her body. It honestly felt like she was being devoured.

…Right. I AM being devoured.

The powerful muscle eventually reached her head, squeezing her into somewhere more spacious than his throat, but no less cramped. Slimy, fleshy walls enveloped her on all sides, forcing her into a ball as she continued to cum, until she was squirting eggs all over her own face. It felt good. She felt comfortable, albeit weak from the lack of water.

Sunny nuzzled her vent to capture more flashes of pleasure, shuddering weakly as her opening throbbed and deposited a warm, gooey orb on her face.

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Charlie felt awkward as he stood there staring at his belly. She was still alive in there. Still squirming, still cumming. He knew she was in bliss, but that wouldn’t last. He didn’t want her to suffer. Didn’t want anyone to suffer.

Why had he agreed to this? He should have crushed her head when he had the chance, save her from the horrors to follow. Being digested alive did not sound fun. Heck, he’d never swallowed ANYTHING alive before today.

And yet, feeling her squirming inside, knowing she was experiencing bliss… It was inexpressibly hot.

Charlie looked around nervously, and upon seeing no one, flopped over onto his back and bent forward toward his urgently winking vent. He winced as his new position put pressure on his full belly, but honestly, squeezing the finneon like that aroused him even further, and his cloaca flexed hard up until the moment he stuck his tongue out and licked it.

“Hnnnn, Sunny, keep squirming…” he whispered as he licked himself to the fantasy of her delights. “F-fill my belly with eggs…”

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Sunny perked up as her host spoke to her, muffled though it may have been. He sounded breathless, like he was… like he was masturbating to her plight.

The thought reinvigorated her. She nuzzled into her cloaca more firmly, stopping the eggs from coming out until the pressure grew too much and exploded all over her face. This happened over and over again, each spurt imparting on her a wonderful rush of relief.

Her accommodations were getting tighter now, though, squishing her so firmly against herself that she could hardly move. It hurt. Not a lot, but enough to make her uncomfortable even through the flashes of bliss that accompanied each squirt of eggs. Did that mean he was curled up too? Was he using his beak to pleasure himself?

Projecting her limited psychic powers into her usual voice was a struggle at this venture, but she managed. Albeit barely. “Cum for me,” she whispered, hoping her weak voice made it through his stomach’s tough, wrinkled walls. “Squirt your seed, swallow it! And then shower me and my eggs with it!”

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It was quiet, but there was no mistaking that voice. Charlie moaned into his vent, and though the finneon didn’t know he couldn’t produce seed, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t swallow everything that came out regardless. For her.

Part of him was tempted to spit her back up. To… try and stay friends with the finneon he was sharing this moment with. But then his stomach grumbled again, only this time it was a pleased grumble, a digestive grumble. Was he splattering her with his juices now? Did it hurt? Or did that take a while to kick in? He wasn’t sure how it worked, but he was too aroused to care.

Charlie was digging deep into his cloaca with his tongue and beak when his vent suddenly clamped down, exploding into rhythmic contractions along with a blast of pleasure that caused him to see stars.

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Loud groans and gurgles filled Sunny’s ears as her fleshy prison tensed, each squeeze accompanied by a wet squelch as she was squirted with thick mystery juices, the stomach’s already soaked walls growing even slicker against her body.

I’m going to be digested, she realized with growing horror as she was slathered with digestive juices, a tingly film enveloping her scales. It tickled, but she knew being tickled was the least of her problems. Oh, jeez, I thought I’d suffocate first! Maybe I should have let him… kill me first.

Not even her ongoing orgasm could fight back the dread. No one wanted to die. She had… not a lot going for her, but her boyfriend was pretty cute. She’d have been happy spawning with him a few times, maybe even rubbing their vents together out of season like freaks. He seemed down for kinky stuff like that. Though, she doubted he’d have been down for what she ended up doing… trapped in a predator’s stomach. A predator who she was pretty sure was cumming right now if their muffled moans and tightening stomach said anything.

But Sunny had asked for this, hadn’t she? This experience? Even if she thought it would be over by now, that she’d fade away into a happy slumber after laying her eggs, cumming away the entire time, body tricked into thinking it fulfilled its task, she couldn’t take it back.

I have to make the most of this, she decided then and there, renewing her humping even as her vent began tingling from the juices too, wincing when some got into her vent and began to itch. She only hoped it wouldn’t get too bad, that she had time for more orgasms before the worst of it started.

She prayed to Arceus that she passed out from lack of oxygen before the tingles became something worse.

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Charlie managed three orgasms before he lay back with a satisfied groan. His vent continued to tingle as it trembled with aftershocks, but he was content to simply lay back on the snowy ledge and relax, maybe take a nap as his meal finished digesting. He could already feel his belly gurgling, hear it sometimes too. Sunny wasn’t moving much anymore, twitching only occasionally.

He felt bad about the finneon that was in there, but she was probably blissfully passed out by now and was twitching in her sleep. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt.

His hopes were quashed when the finneon started moving again. First a violent twitch, then full-on thrashing as a small voice cried out, barely audible through his stomach, “H-help… P-please… I-I know I agreed to this, b-but please… Spit me out… K-kill me if you have to… It-it’s starting to… oh, Arceus… it’s starting to burn a little…”

“I-I can’t,” Charlie said, wincing as the finneon continued to squirm, desperate to escape her fleshy prison. Her tiny voice continued to scream—they weren’t pained screams, not yet at least, but Sunny was clearly panicking now that her own pleasure had ended, and he could only imagine how worse those screams were going to get if he didn't do something. “Can’t you cum again? Won’t that help?”

“M-my vent burns the worst…” she whimpered in response. “It hurts to rub…”

Charlie stared in horror at the squirming lump in his belly. He felt sick. Literally sick to his stomach. Any lingering arousal was washed away as a heavy, unsettling queasiness set in. Even trying to imagine what she was going through—what she was about to go through— had him shaky and dizzy with empathy. If it hurt now, just how bad would it get? When would she pass out? Would he be… evil for not helping her?

Am I a monster?

Charlie rolled over and dry-heaved, desperate to expel the poor finneon before it got worse for her. His very real queasiness assisted the maneuver, and he shuddered with each gag, the horrible sensation of his guts tightening and pushing up making him heave all over again. Hot, wet tears tickled his eyes, from the pain, yes, but also a powerful urge to set her free.

“S-stop! Owww, s-stop! Oooow, you’re c-c-crushing me!”

He couldn’t stop. Couldn’t relent. Even as she continued to complain, even as she wailed that his stomach was squeezing her too tightly, he kept trying to expel her. But honestly, at this point it wasn’t even on purpose. He couldn’t have stopped the muscular reflex now if he wanted to.

Eventually one of the worst feelings of his life happened. Sunny’s large, squirming body went up, pushed into his esophagus by his painfully tight stomach, and it didn’t feel any better from there.

The only thing Charlie had experienced worse than throwing up Sunny was laying an egg. And even that was debatable as it got so bad he nearly passed out from the dry-heaving when Sunny suddenly was back in his mouth. Then she was on the snow, covered in clear, gross slime, but otherwise no worse for wear.

He was too busy spitting her up to pay her much attention, however, and he didn’t stop for at least another minute. Couldn’t stop. He’d never felt sicker; not even egg-cramps made him feel this horrible.

By the end he was curled into a ball, crying and shaking from the agony, from what he almost did. “I-I’m a monster!” he hiccupped, squeezing his eyes shut. How could he have agreed to that? He deserved this. He deserved—

Suddenly, something warm curled up next to him.

Still trembling, he opened his eyes to peer down at the finneon, who had managed to somehow clean herself off by rolling in the snow. “S-stop crying please,” Sunny said, her voice shaky and weak. “Please don’t cry. You’re not a monster… I also eat other fish sometimes, like little baby ones when I’m really hungry. I usually eat kelp, but I… I understand. Besides, you let me go… you saved me. I forgive you.”

“B-but I tortured you!” he hiccupped, unable to believe this little fish was forgiving him. “Almost d-d-digested you alive!”

“But you didn’t.” Her voice was more confident now. She pressed a fin against his side, the edges tinged pink. “Look at me, okay? I’m fine! It… itches a LOT, but it’s not painful. My vent hurts a little though. My eyes too, but I squeezed them shut so I don’t think they’re damaged.”

Charlie squinted at her through blurry eyes, blinking away tears. A good fraction of her scales were just… gone. Most remained, but they were cracked and smooth around the edges. The worst part, though, were the small patches of exposed skin, pink and inflamed. But that was all. Nothing was peeling off, there was no blood. She would survive… as long as he brought her back to the ocean, that was.

“Are you sure y-you’re okay?” He sniffled, and took a deep, shuddering breath, only to wince as his stomach protested with a raging fire. “Arceus, my stomach hurts worse than egg cramps…”

Now her eyes widened even further. “Wait, back up, didn’t you say you’re a boy?”

Charlie didn’t think it was possible, but the finneon had actually managed to make him feel flustered instead of horribly guilty. It was… an improvement. “N-no, you just called me Mr. and I didn’t correct you. I am a boy. I mean, sorta. Um, it’s complicated? You can call me Ms. Fletchinder if you want, if that’s easier?”

Sunny looked up at him, thinking hard. “How about you tell me your name instead, and I can call you that?” she suggested coyly, to which Charlie actually laughed.

“If you’re trying to make me like you, it’s working,” he teased. “My name’s Charlie. And, uh, you’re the first pokemon I consider prey I’ve ever given my name to. So I really wouldn’t feel good about eating you, not even if I kill you first.”

Not to mention his stomach hurt waaaay too much to think about food. Ow.

“Wanna be friends then, Charlie?” Sunny asked, sounding like she actually meant it too. Instead of just being a clever ploy to keep herself in his good graces. Which he totally wouldn’t blame her for. He’d probably do the same thing in her position.

“I… yeah, that sounds fun,” Charlie agreed, privately deciding to never eat any finneon again. He wouldn’t eat his friends’ families, so he won’t eat hers.

Magikarp were fair game though. Despite the pain in his gut, he licked his beak just thinking about digging into their juicy insides.

Charlie stood up on shaky legs, trembling as he examined Sunny some more. She didn’t look so good. Sorta out of it, too, like she was struggling to look up at him, eyes unfocused as she kept opening and closing her mouth.

He realized with a start that she was still suffocating. “Oh jeez, you can’t breathe! Let me take you home!”

“That… would be nice,” she croaked, or at least the weird psychic voice she used to vibrate the air did. “Thanks, Charlie.”

His chest swelled with affection as she said his name.

“Hold still. I’ll be gentle, alright?”

Charlie did not feel like flying after expelling the finneon, but he had no choice, groaning as he got into the air and carried Sunny in his talons back toward the ocean. At least no one would know what he and Sunny did. Who’d believe her anyways?



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