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Volsar comes across an 18 year old trainer who has the balls to try to catch this abra.
", "writing": "\"Mmghph, damn Beedrill, buzzing around like they own the joint\" Volsar muttered half asleep as he slowly came to. The Abra yawned and stretched in the tree he'd spent the night in, scratching himself before leaping down and reaching back behind him. After a bit of digging, he pulled out a pair of Beedrill stingers that had been shoved up his ass and snickered as he tossed them into a nearby bush. It was just his way of thanking the tree's previous tenants for letting him crash at their place for the night. \n\"Well, now that that's outta the way, I'd say it's time to start on breakfast\" He thought aloud, before noticing a puff of fire dissipating into the air a few yards away. \"Ooh, good, I was hoping for something spicy.\"\n\n\"Nice one, Canno, Your Flamethrower is hot as ever!\" Aaron shouted encouragingly as his Infernape landed between himself and the now scorched rock they'd been using as a practice target. Aaron was a twink of a Pokémon trainer with smooth green hair that stuck out in two points in the front and cool blue eyes. He was dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and teal sneakers with a blue bandana tied around his neck cowboy style. He was out traveling the region with his Pokémon and had set up camp in this grassy clearing, and instead of picking up his tent or cooking stuff from breakfast, He decided to call out Canno and get in a little early morning training. \n\"Alright, now show me Close Combat!\" The boy commanded as he pointed at the rock\n\"Hehe, you got it boss!\" The Infernape chattered back, though it only sounded like \"Ferfer, Infernape nape!\" to the Trainer. nonetheless, The fire monkey leapt at the rock and delivered a flurry of punches and kicks in rapid succession, shattering the boulder into pebbles. The Pokémon snickered as his green haired companion praised him, before alerting him to the presents of someone else.\n\nVolsar had walked over to see what had caused the flame he saw earlier, and came across the Trainer boy and his monkey's encampment. It had been quite a while since the psychic type had tasted Trainer, so with a smirk and a sway of his tail, Volsar walked right into Aaron's camp as his Infernape destroyed some random rock.\n\"Hmm, pretty nice set up you got here. you do it all yourself?\" He asked nonchalantly, causing Aaron to look back at him\n\"Huh? an Abra? What's an Abra doing on this route?\" Aaron thought out loud, before shrugging it off, \"Whatever, it's as good a time as any to practice Shadow claw. Canno! Attack!\"\nThe Infernape turned on its heel to see the psychic type in question, and with a cocky sneer, charged in to battle. Black energy engulfed his hands and morphed into the shape of claws extending out from his fingers. with a flying leap, Canno flipped around and swung his claws down at Volsar, only for the Abra to stop him mid-swing and levitate him with Confusion.\n\"Ha, is that the best you've got?\" He snickers as Aaron stood dumbstruck\n\"B-but, I don't understand.\" The boy stammers, scratching his head \"Shadow Claw is a ghost type move, it should have worked.\"\n\"It was a good try, but you just charged at me head on, leaving yourself wide open to a counter attack\" Volsar replies, before flicking Canno in the nose, throwing him across the camp with his confusion attack, smacking him into a tree on the other side for the KO\n\"Canno!\" Aaron shouted in concern, turning to run to his side before being lifted off his feet by the same attack.\n\n\"Now, what to do with you...\" Volsar chuckled as he tapped his chin, noticing the large cooking pot set up that Aaron Hadn't bothered to put away. He levitated Aaron over to a fold-up prep table Aaron had also left out and ripped his clothes and shoes away with a snap of his fingers.\n\"Hmm, this'll work nicely\" The Abra snickered as his Trainer prey squirmed before him, still bound by confusion.\n\"W-What are you gonna do to me? Lemme go!\" He pleaded, but Volsar just shook his head and rolled his seemingly-closed eyes, He could explain it to him, but it's not like the Trainer could understand pokespeach anyway. With a wave of his hand, Aaron is flipped onto his knees with his smooth, bare ass stuck up in the air. He gasped softly as he felt the Abra rub his hands over his skin, giving him a squeese here or there as he examined his meat, before poking his finger into his butt. Aaron gave a little yelp, but Volsar was surprised how loose he was, with a residual scent that told him the boy had been doing a bit more with his monkey than spanking it last night.\n\"Well that'll make this easier\" Volsar thought, before gathering up some veggies from the table and carefully stuffing them inside the boy one at a time. Aaron cried out as he felt his ass being stuffed with leeks, corn and onions, bulging his belly a bit as his tight young hole was stretched to its limits. As he packed the boy's ass, Volsar noticed the fire was pretty low, so he grabbed Canno with his confusion and shoved hi head into the fire pit, knowing that it wouldn't hurt him being a fire type and all. The monkey just groaned a bit from the rough treatment, his fiery mane heating the pot of water Aaron had used to boil up potatoes for breakfast.\n\nWith the Primate bringing the water to a boil, Volsar turned his attention back to the Trainer meat, who was moaning and groaning as he knelt stuffed on the prep table. He quickly pulled his arms back and tied them there with some cooking twine, before using one big sting of twine to tie his bent up knees to the sides of his body. Volsar then began to dig through the Trainer's bag, and eventually found a bottle of oil and some seasoning shakers. He laid them out on the prep table and popped the cap off the oil, pouring it over the boy's body before rubbing it in all over him, eliciting small gasps and moans from Aaron as he tried in vain to struggle against the twine binding him. Once the trainer was good and coated, Volsar took the shakers and sprinkled salt, pepper, and other seasoning over the bound Trainer meat, watching them stick to his oily skin. \n\"S-stop, please!\" Aaron pleased, before Volsar just smirked and stuffed a bright red apple into his mouth to shut him up. The boy squirmed and yelled muffledly through the apple as Volsar levitated him off of the table and dipped him gingerly into the simmering pot. Aaron gasped and craned his neck to try and pull away from it, but it was all for nothing as he was dunked into the broth. Only his head was above water as it bubbled around him, making his skin itch and sensitive. The Abra chuckled at the Trainer's reaction as he began to boil alive over his pokemon's flame. He brought over some left over veggies and started chopping them into the soup, thickening the broth around the boy a little.\n\nWith his trainer left helplessly to stew in the pot above him, Volsar noticed that Canno's flame was faltering a bit.\n\"Hmm, we can't have that\" He thought with a sneer \"I go through all the trouble to prep your trainer, the least you can do is give me a nice hot meal\"\nCanno just groaned in response, his tail hanging limply over his rump. That's when Volsar got an idea, and with his telekinesis continuing to stir the soup for him, he knelt down behind Canno and lifted his tail.\n\"H-HEY! What are you doing?\" Canno croaked worriedly, before a shiver ran through his body as he felt one of the Abra's pointed yellow digits prop his warm tailhole. It was loose, like his trainer's; clearly they were both little sluts, but that made it all the easier for Volsar. With soft, sinister chuckle, he leaned in and gave the monkey's rump a long, slow lick. Canno gasped and gripped the ground around him, his fiery main flickering a big despite his attempts to will it down. Volsar knew he was on the right track, and began licking and probing the monkey's hole with his tongue, eliciting soft gasps and moans from him as he squirmed under the pot cooking his trainer. Aaron groaned in his bath of broth as it grew hotter, stream starting to rise into the air. He tried to struggle, but the cooking twine binding his limps was too tight to slip out of, even now that it was wet. He peaked over the rim to see what was happening to Canno, only to see his strongest partner's ass cheeks in the hands of his captor. Volsar smirked as he spread the monkey's ass and pushed his cock in, going in dry so as to evoke the biggest reaction from the fire type. A reaction he definitely got. As the Abra penetrated him, Canno cried out and dug his fingers into the dirt, his flame flickering hotter into the pot. \n\n\"Mmmm, good, I like em hot~\" Volsar sneered playfully as he began to thrust in and out of Canno's tailhole, making him groan and struggle and burn even hotter, cooking his trainer alive in the process. The bubbles and veggies caressed Aaron's stinging skin as the soup came to a boil, the helpless boy only able to cry into the apple jammed in his mouth as he heat became too much. As Volsar pounded his partner, Aaron's head began to lull, and to soon slipped under the surface of the broth as he blacked out. Volsa gripped the base of Canno's tail for leverage, continuing to ravage his hot furry butt even as the smell of cooking Trainer stew began to permeate the air. He sniffed at the pleasing aroma and kept his thrusts at a steady pace, keeping Canno hot and moaning as the stewed trainer boiled. Canno grunted between deep drawn out moans, digging his feet into the ground as if he wanted to run, but unable to resist the psychic type's hard cock up his hot furry ass. By the time he could smell his trainer cooking, a shiver ran through his body as a spurt of hot white monkey cum shot from his bobbing cock and into the empty fire pit below. As the Infernape clenched around his cock, Volsar sped up his thrusts again. He knew Breakfast was just about ready so he would give the spent monkey what he wanted. After a few final hard thrusts, Volsar gripped the Infernape's Cheeks and blew his load deep inside his hole, sending another shudder through Canno's body as his body finally gave out on him and he collapsed onto the under the pot. As the last of his seed dribbled from his cock, Volsar pulled out of Canno and stood up to check on his meal. Aaron's skinned had reddened from the heat, and as his face bobbed just above water, his slowed breathing told the Abra that he was out cold and would be served quite easily.\n\nVolsar rummaged in the boy's bag for a platter, and once he found it, stretched it out to twice its size. Big enough for a Trainer to lay on in fact. After lining it with veggies, he levitated Aaron out of the pot and laid him out on his stomach, his arms folded under his chin and his legs together, splayed out straight behind him. The apple was still firmly wedged in his mouth and the veggies were stilled packed in his cute Trainer butt, so all Volsar needed to do was sprinkle a little salt over his rump and legs and he was ready to eat. The smirking Abra sat down at the foot of the table and quickly tied on a bib with Aaron's face on it, before lifting up his feet and pushing his collective toes into his mouth. Savoring the meaty flavor of the boy for a moment, and opened his mouth again and pushed him in further, sealing his lips around the boiled boy's ankles as he suckled the cooked meat of his stubby digits. Aaron was still KOed, but as he felt the Pokemon's tongue slip over his feet, he couldn't help but stir a bit and wiggle his toes. Not wanting his meal to wake up too soon, Volsar swallowed hard and pulled Aaron's feet into his tight, warm throat, letting his tongue slip up his ankles and calves as he enjoyed the taste of him. He continued to pull the boy in with strong, quick gulps, licking and tasting every inch he could reach in the mean time. As he swallowed past the boy's knees and up his thighs, Volsar leaned over the table to help guild him down his throat. The boy was skinny, but his thighs were thick and meaty from all the walking he did in his journey, and Volsar savored them. His tongue snaked around his plump thighs and up and curve of his choice butt, soaking them in drool, which dribbled out the side of his mouth a bit. He caressed Aaron's reddened ass as he engulfed it into his hungry maw, his swallows pulled the boy up off the platter as his eyes slowly fluttered open. his vision was blurry, but he could just about make up the large cooking pot and Canno laying underneath it, and he felt something soft and wet over his entire lower body but his hazy mind couldn't seem to fully comprehend what was happening to him.\n\nAs the boy laid dazed on the platter, Volsar continued to lick and savor the taste of his rump, before forcing himself to swallow it down with the legs and move forwards. Aaron felt like he was sinking backwards with no idea why, only the sounds of slurping and lip smacking reaching him as the yellow psychic type swallowed his way up and Trainer's veggie stuffed belly. As his chest slipped past the Pokemon's lips, Aaron felt himself being lifted up off the platter, his arms hanging limp as Volsar sat back and let gravity do the work for him. With each quick gulp, Aaron slipped further down into Volsar's gullet until his face brushed against his tongue. He grunted and tried to push the slimy appendage away, but Volsar just chuckled and curled it around his head to push the boy into his throat. closing his mouth, he slurped up his arms like noodles and exhaled in satisfaction as his meal slipped down into his expanding stomach. As the meal settled and began to squirm, Volsar rubbed his newfound paunch, before getting up to return to the monkey. By Now Canno had regained a little strength and had started to pull himself out from under the cooking pot, only to suddenly be smothered by the psychic type's yellow posterior. \n\nCanno's yelp of surprise was muffled as his furry orange muzzle became the Abra's new seat, his tail coiling around his neck so he couldn't escape. Volsar belched and rubbed his full stomach happily as he sat back and relaxed for a moment\n\"Mmm, delicious Stewed Trainer, if I do say so myself. \" He snickered, before noticing the large pot of broth he'd neglected.\n\"Oh... Well, Waist not want not, right?\" He added as he lifts the pot and brings it to his lips, chugging the soup like it was water. The flood of broth would fill his stomach around the boy, causing it to water balloon and putting even more weight on Canno's face. As he exhaled and licked his lips, tossing the empty pot aside, Volsar felt something build up inside of him. Never one to shy away from bodily functions, Volsar didn't hesitate to let one rip. However, it had apparently slipped his mind that he was sitting on the face of the fire type with a fiery mane flicking from his head. The moment the gas was released, it ignited into a huge fire ball that engulfed the forest and burned it to cinders. Volsar, having left Canno behind, Teleports away from the flames unscathed and levitated over them with his large fully stomach hanging off of him a bit.\n\"Welp, there goes the neighborhood.\" He laughed to himself, before floating off to find a less fiery place to nap and digest the trainer stew gurgling in his gut.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Mmghph, damn Beedrill, buzzing around like they own the joint" Volsar muttered half asleep as he slowly came to. The Abra yawned and stretched in the tree he'd spent the night in, scratching himself before leaping down and reaching back behind him. After a bit of digging, he pulled out a pair of Beedrill stingers that had been shoved up his ass and snickered as he tossed them into a nearby bush. It was just his way of thanking the tree's previous tenants for letting him crash at their place for the night.
"Well, now that that's outta the way, I'd say it's time to start on breakfast" He thought aloud, before noticing a puff of fire dissipating into the air a few yards away. "Ooh, good, I was hoping for something spicy."

"Nice one, Canno, Your Flamethrower is hot as ever!" Aaron shouted encouragingly as his Infernape landed between himself and the now scorched rock they'd been using as a practice target. Aaron was a twink of a Pokémon trainer with smooth green hair that stuck out in two points in the front and cool blue eyes. He was dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and teal sneakers with a blue bandana tied around his neck cowboy style. He was out traveling the region with his Pokémon and had set up camp in this grassy clearing, and instead of picking up his tent or cooking stuff from breakfast, He decided to call out Canno and get in a little early morning training.
"Alright, now show me Close Combat!" The boy commanded as he pointed at the rock
"Hehe, you got it boss!" The Infernape chattered back, though it only sounded like "Ferfer, Infernape nape!" to the Trainer. nonetheless, The fire monkey leapt at the rock and delivered a flurry of punches and kicks in rapid succession, shattering the boulder into pebbles. The Pokémon snickered as his green haired companion praised him, before alerting him to the presents of someone else.

Volsar had walked over to see what had caused the flame he saw earlier, and came across the Trainer boy and his monkey's encampment. It had been quite a while since the psychic type had tasted Trainer, so with a smirk and a sway of his tail, Volsar walked right into Aaron's camp as his Infernape destroyed some random rock.
"Hmm, pretty nice set up you got here. you do it all yourself?" He asked nonchalantly, causing Aaron to look back at him
"Huh? an Abra? What's an Abra doing on this route?" Aaron thought out loud, before shrugging it off, "Whatever, it's as good a time as any to practice Shadow claw. Canno! Attack!"
The Infernape turned on its heel to see the psychic type in question, and with a cocky sneer, charged in to battle. Black energy engulfed his hands and morphed into the shape of claws extending out from his fingers. with a flying leap, Canno flipped around and swung his claws down at Volsar, only for the Abra to stop him mid-swing and levitate him with Confusion.
"Ha, is that the best you've got?" He snickers as Aaron stood dumbstruck
"B-but, I don't understand." The boy stammers, scratching his head "Shadow Claw is a ghost type move, it should have worked."
"It was a good try, but you just charged at me head on, leaving yourself wide open to a counter attack" Volsar replies, before flicking Canno in the nose, throwing him across the camp with his confusion attack, smacking him into a tree on the other side for the KO
"Canno!" Aaron shouted in concern, turning to run to his side before being lifted off his feet by the same attack.

"Now, what to do with you..." Volsar chuckled as he tapped his chin, noticing the large cooking pot set up that Aaron Hadn't bothered to put away. He levitated Aaron over to a fold-up prep table Aaron had also left out and ripped his clothes and shoes away with a snap of his fingers.
"Hmm, this'll work nicely" The Abra snickered as his Trainer prey squirmed before him, still bound by confusion.
"W-What are you gonna do to me? Lemme go!" He pleaded, but Volsar just shook his head and rolled his seemingly-closed eyes, He could explain it to him, but it's not like the Trainer could understand pokespeach anyway. With a wave of his hand, Aaron is flipped onto his knees with his smooth, bare ass stuck up in the air. He gasped softly as he felt the Abra rub his hands over his skin, giving him a squeese here or there as he examined his meat, before poking his finger into his butt. Aaron gave a little yelp, but Volsar was surprised how loose he was, with a residual scent that told him the boy had been doing a bit more with his monkey than spanking it last night.
"Well that'll make this easier" Volsar thought, before gathering up some veggies from the table and carefully stuffing them inside the boy one at a time. Aaron cried out as he felt his ass being stuffed with leeks, corn and onions, bulging his belly a bit as his tight young hole was stretched to its limits. As he packed the boy's ass, Volsar noticed the fire was pretty low, so he grabbed Canno with his confusion and shoved hi head into the fire pit, knowing that it wouldn't hurt him being a fire type and all. The monkey just groaned a bit from the rough treatment, his fiery mane heating the pot of water Aaron had used to boil up potatoes for breakfast.

With the Primate bringing the water to a boil, Volsar turned his attention back to the Trainer meat, who was moaning and groaning as he knelt stuffed on the prep table. He quickly pulled his arms back and tied them there with some cooking twine, before using one big sting of twine to tie his bent up knees to the sides of his body. Volsar then began to dig through the Trainer's bag, and eventually found a bottle of oil and some seasoning shakers. He laid them out on the prep table and popped the cap off the oil, pouring it over the boy's body before rubbing it in all over him, eliciting small gasps and moans from Aaron as he tried in vain to struggle against the twine binding him. Once the trainer was good and coated, Volsar took the shakers and sprinkled salt, pepper, and other seasoning over the bound Trainer meat, watching them stick to his oily skin.
"S-stop, please!" Aaron pleased, before Volsar just smirked and stuffed a bright red apple into his mouth to shut him up. The boy squirmed and yelled muffledly through the apple as Volsar levitated him off of the table and dipped him gingerly into the simmering pot. Aaron gasped and craned his neck to try and pull away from it, but it was all for nothing as he was dunked into the broth. Only his head was above water as it bubbled around him, making his skin itch and sensitive. The Abra chuckled at the Trainer's reaction as he began to boil alive over his pokemon's flame. He brought over some left over veggies and started chopping them into the soup, thickening the broth around the boy a little.

With his trainer left helplessly to stew in the pot above him, Volsar noticed that Canno's flame was faltering a bit.
"Hmm, we can't have that" He thought with a sneer "I go through all the trouble to prep your trainer, the least you can do is give me a nice hot meal"
Canno just groaned in response, his tail hanging limply over his rump. That's when Volsar got an idea, and with his telekinesis continuing to stir the soup for him, he knelt down behind Canno and lifted his tail.
"H-HEY! What are you doing?" Canno croaked worriedly, before a shiver ran through his body as he felt one of the Abra's pointed yellow digits prop his warm tailhole. It was loose, like his trainer's; clearly they were both little sluts, but that made it all the easier for Volsar. With soft, sinister chuckle, he leaned in and gave the monkey's rump a long, slow lick. Canno gasped and gripped the ground around him, his fiery main flickering a big despite his attempts to will it down. Volsar knew he was on the right track, and began licking and probing the monkey's hole with his tongue, eliciting soft gasps and moans from him as he squirmed under the pot cooking his trainer.  Aaron groaned in his bath of broth as it grew hotter, stream starting to rise into the air. He tried to struggle, but the cooking twine binding his limps was too tight to slip out of, even now that it was wet. He peaked over the rim to see what was happening to Canno, only to see his strongest partner's ass cheeks in the hands of his captor. Volsar smirked as he spread the monkey's ass and pushed his cock in, going in dry so as to evoke the biggest reaction from the fire type. A reaction he definitely got. As the Abra penetrated him, Canno cried out and dug his fingers into the dirt, his flame flickering hotter into the pot.

"Mmmm, good, I like em hot~" Volsar sneered playfully as he began to thrust in and out of Canno's tailhole, making him groan and struggle and burn even hotter, cooking his trainer alive in the process. The bubbles and veggies caressed Aaron's stinging skin as the soup came to a boil, the helpless boy only able to cry into the apple jammed in his mouth as he heat became too much. As Volsar pounded his partner, Aaron's head began to lull, and to soon slipped under the surface of the broth as he blacked out. Volsa gripped the base of Canno's tail for leverage, continuing to ravage his hot furry butt even as the smell of cooking Trainer stew began to permeate the air. He sniffed at the pleasing aroma and kept his thrusts at a steady pace, keeping Canno hot and moaning as the stewed trainer boiled. Canno grunted between deep drawn out moans, digging his feet into the ground as if he wanted to run, but unable to resist the psychic type's hard cock up his hot furry ass. By the time he could smell his trainer cooking, a shiver ran through his body as a spurt of hot white monkey cum shot from his bobbing cock and into the empty fire pit below. As the Infernape clenched around his cock, Volsar sped up his thrusts again. He knew Breakfast was just about ready so he would give the spent monkey what he wanted. After a few final hard thrusts, Volsar gripped the Infernape's Cheeks and blew his load deep inside his hole, sending another shudder through Canno's body as his body finally gave out on him and he collapsed onto the under the pot. As the last of his seed dribbled from his cock, Volsar pulled out of Canno and stood up to check on his meal. Aaron's skinned had reddened from the heat, and as his face bobbed just above water, his slowed breathing told the Abra that he was out cold and would be served quite easily.

Volsar rummaged in the boy's bag for a platter, and once he found it, stretched it out to twice its size. Big enough for a Trainer to lay on in fact. After lining it with veggies, he levitated Aaron out of the pot and laid him out on his stomach, his arms folded under his chin and his legs together, splayed out straight behind him. The apple was still firmly wedged in his mouth and the veggies were stilled packed in his cute Trainer butt, so all Volsar needed to do was sprinkle a little salt over his rump and legs and he was ready to eat. The smirking Abra sat down at the foot of the table and quickly tied on a bib with Aaron's face on it, before lifting up his feet and pushing his collective toes into his mouth. Savoring the meaty flavor of the boy for a moment, and opened his mouth again and pushed him in further, sealing his lips around the boiled boy's ankles as he suckled the cooked meat of his stubby digits. Aaron was still KOed, but as he felt the Pokemon's tongue slip over his feet, he couldn't help but stir a bit and wiggle his toes. Not wanting his meal to wake up too soon, Volsar swallowed hard and pulled Aaron's feet into his tight, warm throat, letting his tongue slip up his ankles and calves as he enjoyed the taste of him. He continued to pull the boy in with strong, quick gulps, licking and tasting every inch he could reach in the mean time. As he swallowed past the boy's knees and up his thighs, Volsar leaned over the table to help guild him down his throat. The boy was skinny, but his thighs were thick and meaty from all the walking he did in his journey, and Volsar savored them. His tongue snaked around his plump thighs and up and curve of his choice butt, soaking them in drool, which dribbled out the side of his mouth a bit. He caressed Aaron's reddened ass as he engulfed it into his hungry maw, his swallows pulled the boy up off the platter as his eyes slowly fluttered open. his vision was blurry, but he could just about make up the large cooking pot and Canno laying underneath it, and he felt something soft and wet over his entire lower body but his hazy mind couldn't seem to fully comprehend what was happening to him.

As the boy laid dazed on the platter, Volsar continued to lick and savor the taste of his rump, before forcing himself to swallow it down with the legs and move forwards. Aaron felt like he was sinking backwards with no idea why, only the sounds of slurping and lip smacking reaching him as the yellow psychic type swallowed his way up and Trainer's veggie stuffed belly. As his chest slipped past the Pokemon's lips, Aaron felt himself being lifted up off the platter, his arms hanging limp as Volsar sat back and let gravity do the work for him. With each quick gulp, Aaron slipped further down into Volsar's gullet until his face brushed against his tongue. He grunted and tried to push the slimy appendage away, but Volsar just chuckled and curled it around his head to push the boy into his throat. closing his mouth, he slurped up his arms like noodles and exhaled in satisfaction as his meal slipped down into his expanding stomach. As the meal settled and began to squirm, Volsar rubbed his newfound paunch, before getting up to return to the monkey. By Now Canno had regained a little strength and had started to pull himself out from under the cooking pot, only to suddenly be smothered by the psychic type's yellow posterior.

Canno's yelp of surprise was muffled as his furry orange muzzle became the Abra's new seat, his tail coiling around his neck so he couldn't escape. Volsar belched and rubbed his full stomach happily as he sat back and relaxed for a moment
"Mmm, delicious Stewed Trainer, if I do say so myself. " He snickered, before noticing the large pot of broth he'd neglected.
"Oh... Well, Waist not want not, right?" He added as he lifts the pot and brings it to his lips, chugging the soup like it was water. The flood of broth would fill his stomach around the boy, causing it to water balloon and putting even more weight on Canno's face. As he exhaled and licked his lips, tossing the empty pot aside, Volsar felt something build up inside of him. Never one to shy away from bodily functions, Volsar didn't hesitate to let one rip. However, it had apparently slipped his mind that he was sitting on the face of the fire type with a fiery mane flicking from his head. The moment the gas was released, it ignited into a huge fire ball that engulfed the forest and burned it to cinders. Volsar, having left Canno behind, Teleports away from the flames unscathed and levitated over them with his large fully stomach hanging off of him a bit.
"Welp, there goes the neighborhood." He laughed to himself, before floating off to find a less fiery place to nap and digest the trainer stew gurgling in his gut.
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