Ah, a wonderful day in the world of Pokemon. It seemed like any normal day, having the various Pokemon frolic around and have their own fun out in the wild. Pokmeon tended to keep to themselves and not bother the others, for fear of potentially starting fights. A few seemed intent on starting fights, however, usually for some reason, whether it be for food, fun, or other cruel reasons. However, in those instances, the smaller Pokemon usually knew to stay away from the bigger ones. However, there happens to be a few certain Pokemon that, while seeming big, manages to look unassuming enough to not seem terribly threatening. Among them is a very posh-looking feline.
	This species is quadruped feline that’s pretty tall for what’d look like a house cat. They wear gray fur with a white pattern around their chest, and thin white stripes around their thick, thick legs. Their toes are white, and they have purple tipped ears, with fur patterned around their face and what appears to be eyeshadow. Their legs are each thick, and they tend to boast fairly wide hips. They’re ordinarily fairly fat, but their white-tipped tail tends to function like a corset, which squeezes their torso tight. This species is the Purugly, an ordinarily unassuming Pokemon that doesn’t look too capable of anything dangerous. 
	Elsewhere, in relatively the same area, there is a group of small Pokemon that is typically victimized by the Pokemon around the area. They bore blue fur, it black from thigh down, a mask-like patch of black fur on their face, and black aura sensors hanging from the sides of their heads, and pointy blue ears. These creatures are known as Riolu, and are a jackal-like creature who are known for their fighting abilities. On top of that, they are capable of manipulating an essence known as “aura”, though not quite to the level of their grown up counterpart, Lucario. They had a little fight to them, which was usually enough to stave off some, though some seem… interested(?) in that fight. 
	It was strange, but some Pokemon seemed to like a little challenge. So, despite having a few victories, the Riolus would be forced to flee. Some would try to rush in to save lost brethren, but more often than not, they end up victims themselves. This tribe, unfortunately, is steadily fighting a losing battle. Though, maybe this one young Riolu would be able to turn the tide, and actually fight off a monstrous Pokemon. 
…
	Back to that normal day in this forest, a small group of Riolus had hidden under the roots of a tree. Many were sleeping right now, while a few others were standing watch, keeping an eye on the outside just in case anyone were to creep in and attack them. Meanwhile, one of the sleeping Pokemon was beginning to stir awake, him stretching his limbs out with a light groan. He’d slowly open up his eyes, before climbing up into a sitting position. He looked around, and would notice that the rest of his allies are asleep. 
	He decides to stand up, before approaching the roots in an attempt to head on out of the den. He headed outwards, though one of the guards held a hand out to stop him. He pouted and muttered at the creature a series of “Ri! Ri ri ri lu!” The guard muttered forth a similar series of cries, seeming to try and dissuade him. However, he crossed his arms indignantly and pouted more. The guard sighed in annoyance, before muttering at him more, seeming to say to only stay in view if he’s going out. The awoken Riolu nodded, before rushing past him and out into the forest. 
	He went several feet away, though would occasionally glance left and right. He’d keep on moving forwards, before spying the field of tall grass outside the tree. He glances back and sees the guard, wide eyed, and waving him back towards the tree, clear fear in his face. He wasn’t willing to shout out, clearly out of fear of attracting any predators. And, unfortunately, the young Riolu would see this as an opportunity to do his own thing. 
	With a cheeky grin, he continued past the guard’s field of view, prompting him to try and step out of the hiding place, before he retreats back into the den. He clutches the root beside him in worry while gritting his teeth. The fleeing Riolu, meanwhile, was racing out into the tall grass, a large smirk of anticipation on his face. He was clearly out here waiting for some baddie to come within punching distance. He didn’t care about the warnings the rest of the Riolus gave, he was going to show these punks not to mess with his brethren! 
	And so, the Riolu would head out through the tall grass, where he’d swipe strands away to press forwards and find any dangerous-looking Pokemon within. He’d search and search… It would be a long search, to the point where he’d begin to suspect no one was inside this patch of grass. The riolu’s scrappy demeanor was beginning to falter into a more upset one as he kept on searching. He was getting more and more annoyed at not seeing anyone. He grumbled and would eventually sit down to rest his feet. He pouted while he sat there in the middle of the field, grumbling to himself. He figured that this’d be even worse later, because later he has to confront the guy that he walked past.
	However, as he sat and waited, he’d hear the sound of heavy stomps. At that, Riolu switched from his pouty self to a more surprised expression. Stomp, stomp the sound went. It sounded kind of like it was behind the young Riolu… and it sounded big. The Riolu started to stand up and turn to face the source, where the shape of a lumbering shadow could be seen skulking through the stalks. The Riolu took on a defensive pose as the stranger approached.
	Stamp, stamp, stamp… Closer the figure came, before soon it’d be upon him. Soon, the creature finally crossed through the patch of grass and stood over him. There, he’d see a feline so massive, he’d only stand about level with her chest. Her legs each were a little over half his shoulder width, making even them seem just as massive as the rest of this being, it looking down on him with strangely sultry eyes and a sort of hungry look. This must be a Purugly!
	Seeing her stand before him, the Riolu felt exceptionally small. This being had several, several feet over him, and he could see a pair of massive hips on her from this angle, the likes of which might be able to encompass his whole body. She was intimidating, and not just because of her size. Looking at her face, there was this weird sort of playfulness to it. It felt like instead of seeing him as a threat, she saw him as some sort of platter to gobble up. Unfortunately, many Riolu past would’ve probably been described as such, especially before her judging gaze. 
	But, after a moment of faltering, the Riolu decided that he couldn’t show weakness to her. He stood upright and held his fists defensively, trying to look dangerous before this lady. However, despite his change in posture, the woman seemed non-pulsed by his bravado. Instead, she’d licked her lips and approached. The Riolu brought his fists up to try and seem more threatening in response to her nearing him. However, the massive Pokemon didn’t seem too bothered by his pose. She stood tall, and the small Pokemon could feel sweat drip down his brow. 
	He then began to see the Purugly start to squat down, tail extended behind her and swishing excitedly as she got lower. The Riolu began to realize that she was about to take the initiative! If he let her do that… He shook out of his daze, when he leapt up to try and punch her in the collarbone. Seeing him suddenly approach, the Purugly went wide-eyed and stepped back, seemingly surprised that he went for a move. She was able to avoid the punch, the Riolu touching down mere inches in front of her. 
	With him going back onto a standing position, the Purugly reared back, shaking her backside a little as she prepared her attack. The Riolu finally stood up, only to see the Pokemon’s massive size suddenly lunge towards him. Faster than he could react, her tubby flesh smacked into him, knocking him down on his back. In a moment, everything below his neck was smushed under her massive form, her playfully rubbing on top of him. As she did, the Riolu could hear her playfully coo. 
	The captured Riolu, meanwhile, would grunt and push against her. He’d try to grab at whatever bit of flesh is smushing him down, and try to heave it off of him. However, trying to lift her was like trying to move a boulder that was actively crushing him. Albeit a cushy, less crushy boulder, but still. He kept on trying to push, but the opposing Pokemon kept on rubbing down on him, as if threatening to reduce him to a smear of blue upon the grass. Eventually, he figured he’d have to squeeze himself out backwards if he was going to save himself.
	He brought his hands off of her, and reached behind him, where he’d try to find a good grip on the ground behind him. And then, he’d try to pull himself away, letting out a grunt of effort as he pulled. However, she merely leaned down and put more weight on him. And, of course, this meant that he couldn’t squeeze his way out. He pulled and pulled, but he couldn’t budge! He’d grunt and moan in his many attempts, only to get nowhere. 
	Eventually, with a groan of frustration, he’d glare at the chest. He looked upon it in frustration, color rising to his cheeks as the teasing Pokemon’s massive form threatened to squish him into paste. He’d realize that he couldn’t merely push or pull his way out of this. He had to fight. He brought his hand up and placed it against her chest, and called back to his training, not just the fight training. No, he thought back to his training in manipulating aura, which’d enable him to cast it forth to materialize it. The aura flowed from his core and through his arms, before going to his palm, and then erupting into an explosion-like geyser, pounding into the Purugly. 
	The blow was enough to drive the Purugly off of him and knock her away, her falling back on her butt and slightly dazed by the blow. The Riolu could see her rub her forehead in discomfort. It seemed like that attack did well, though the Riolu lamented over his aura manipulation. It wasn’t easy to channel that stuff, he had to concentrate for a few seconds. That meant leaving himself open for an extended period of time, potentially exposing him to whatever move the Purugly were to try next. He’d have to be a bit more conservative and play smart, especially now that he seemed to have the upper hand, now that his assailant was dazed. 
	So, he rushed in, before going for a Karate Chop right between her ears. The flat of his hand managed to strike true, at least as far as connecting was actually concerned. In the moment, the Pokemon didn’t seem to particularly react to the attack. In fact, after hitting, the Purugly seemed to recover her marbles enough to look down and take in the fact that he was… in grabbing distance. Faster than the Riolu could react, she wrapped her fore legs around his midsection and yanked him up against her trunk, prompting him to squirm about in her grasp as a smile returned to her face. 
	She had the small Pokemon held tightly as she stood up, smooshing him against her while muttering affectionately, swinging him around like a sort of ragdoll. The young canine was starting to feel dizzy as she waved him around. Eventually, she stopped and simply held him there, his eyes rolling dizzily in his sockets. She let out a curt chuckle at the boy’s distress. After that, she chose to press her advantage. 
	She carefully brought her hands up to his cheeks, where he angled his face upwards and towards her own. It took him a little while, but he was able to shake off his daze, in time to see the predator’s puckering lips begin to lean down. The Riolu’s eyes widened, and he began wriggling hard against her. However, he was unable to resist her hard enough. Instead, she brought her lips down, and gently smooched the tip of his nose. He shuddered and wriggled harder against her while she held him tightly and kept on smooching him. After that, with a “muah”, her lips were off of the Riolu, who was now dizzy from the assault. 
	Once more, he waved around in distress, his lips quivering while his eyes spun. She brought a hand up and gently pet between the boy’s ears. Though he was dizzy, he could still feel the slight joy of a gentle pet, which prompted him to kick a little. At the time, he wouldn’t be able to process how weird this situation was. This massive predator had him right where she wanted him, and now, instead of eating him like any other wicked Pokemon, instead she was… coddling him? It may’ve been a virtue that he wouldn’t be able to register how bizarre it was, else he might be driven even more dizzy than he already was. 
	However, he’d soon shake his head to regain his senses, and the fighting would come back with a vengeance. He squirmed harder than before, which merely bemused the Purugly as she held him tight. She’d have to admit, that eventually it’d be a struggle to hold onto him. So, she decided that it’d about be time to put him to sleep. She pulled back, before releasing her grip and letting him fall down on the ground, the Riolu yelping as gravity suddenly took its hold. Once down, she stood back and loomed over him, watching him climb up onto his feet. 
	As he did, the Purugly turned around, facing opposite her. The Riolu rubbed his forehead, his face still blushing. He looked up at the Purugly, and his heart dropped at the sight before him. Looming overhead was the Purugly’s massive, bubbly rear, a single cheek seeming capable of covering him. The Purugly was watching him, and saw that as the perfect opportunity to go through it. The feline leaned back, and the Riolu’s stunned state would be shaken as he slowly realized that his foe was rearing back towards him. He yelped and tried to turn around to run away. Unfortunately, it was too late. 
	The gargantuan Purugly managed to kick her feet out, and let gravity carry her downwards. The Riolu had enough time to spin around, but was quickly stopped by her buttocks beginning to bear down on his shoulders. And then, the rest of her weight caused him to stumble forwards and belly flop onto the ground, where he’s swiftly smushed under the feline’s cushy rump. And, just as he’d feared, his whole form was totally covered by her ginormous rear, his spine seeming aligned with the valley between her cheeks. The only thing poking out from beneath her was the tip of his muzzle. 
	The Riolu weakly wriggled underneath her. He tried to squirm forwards, only to find he couldn’t move, and all he was accomplishing was grinding himself against the soil beneath him. He’d resort to planting his hands upon the ground, where he’d make a push-up motion to try and lift her up. However, he couldn’t manage to lift her at all. He’d huff and puff and grunt as he struggled against her backside, but he’d find himself unable to free himself from this pancake position. He’s trapped! Though, despite the odd situation, this was far from unpleasant, which only added to the Riolu’s worry more. 
	Seeing her massive tush, he’d anticipated that her coming down on him would be akin to a boulder coming down to grinding him into paste. However, instead of something firm and rough, the Purugly’s rear was soft yet resistant. It felt like either buttock was molding around his form like a mattress made purely of foam, yet it kept him pinned thanks to her weight and the mass of either cheek. The Riolu felt like he was wrestling with a duo of spherical marshmallows instead of a bonafide predator, which only made this situation feel weird. He’d expect her to be out for blood, to crush him and use what’s left to make a Riolu Burger. 
	Instead, there was this odd sensation that he could only describe as a parody of a fight. She had the spirit of a fighter out to claim her prey, but had this strange reservation that seemed intent on wearing him down instead of destroying him. She had some strange playfulness and compassion behind her actions, but also bore with it the power to knock him down on his knees if he needed. It was like this was a game to her, but to what end? Had she intended to catch and release him? Or was she merely playing with her food? Whatever the case, the Riolu didn’t want to find out, so he wriggled harder and harder.
	Outside, the Purugly’s buttocks quivered lightly as her captured prey struggled beneath her. She sighed happily and blushed to herself. She looked down lovingly towards the Riolu, and by extension her rear. She did have to admire the bit of fight he had in him. It would make it all the more fun to smush him into a little toy for her. Right now, his nose alone was peeking out, so best thing to do right now was to lean back, and cover that airway. So, she stretched her arms high overhead, letting out a yawn, before leaning back.
	Meanwhile, the Riolu would be treated to the sight of the last bit of light available to him began to get eclipsed. His eyes widened and he squirmed about even harder than before. He smacked against her booty, kicked against it, and kept on trying to lunge forwards to get out of her grasp. But her weight would stop any and all attempts, especially as her sheer booty mass began to block his only escape more and more. He screamed out, but is quickly silenced as the feline’s massive booty blots out the last crack in her prison. And, like that, he’s totally sealed under her marshmallow-like posterior. 
	Like that, he may as well be gone. His existence lies only underneath the predator, who was leaning back and making sure as much of him was smushed down beneath her as possible. She licked her lips as she felt the boy’s struggles weaken as his space became flatter and flatter, to the point where his limbs were now stamped into the ground. She chuckled to herself triumphantly. Others may’ve made fun of her curves, others may’ve seen her as a weakling for her mass, but that’d usually stop when somebody was underneath all of that. With him smushed down, there was no room for a fight. Well, that’s assuming one could call the previous few moments a “fight”. 
	She gave a few curt wriggles on top of him, grinding him into the soil beneath her. She was wringing him out for everything he was worth until he couldn’t stay awake any longer. The Riolu struggled, shook, but would be incapable of giving much more. He felt the consciousness slip through his grasp, more and more. He tried to shimmy once more, but could barely move an inch. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his breath getting shorter. His eyelids were beginning to flutter shut as horror began to fill his system. He felt terror at whatever the Pokemon was going to do to him. He could only hope… he could only hope… he could only hope…
	Eventually, the Purugly could feel him go completely limp. The feline grinned widely, before standing up. She looked over the fallen Pokemon, before reaching down and gently scooping him up, where she’d let out a coo as she held him. Despite having worn him down and rendering him a weak toy in her arms, she seemed to cradle him as if she was a mother caressing her child. She gave him a smooch to the cheek, before nuzzling him close to her chest. She’d then turn around, and begin marching off, away from the tall grass and out to wherever her home is. 
…
	It was a long journey, not that the Riolu would’ve realized that. He was completely unconscious for the duration of it, merely carried by the Purugly that’d overwhelmed him in combat. He would spend the duration of that slowly regaining his mental faculties, and cursing himself. He’d spent so long hyping himself up to beat up some smelly predator, and the moment he goes to challenge one, he’s beaten by her sitting on him. How cruddy was that?! In the meantime, he feared the worst. 
	His troop told tale about how many of their kind would be ambushed by foes that wandered the wild, how they’d typically gobble up anyone that was too small without a second’s hesitation. Ever since they’d started migrating, the Riolu was made painfully aware of how easy it was for anyone to be a victim out here. That’s why they were warned to never drop their guard and to always stay with the group. He’d defied that just to prove himself and to act as a hero to the rest of the group. And now, as a result of his arrogance, as far as he knew, he was stewing away in that Purugly’s large belly. 
	Eventually, he’d feel the strength return to his spent body. He’d groan and reach for his forehead and rub at it. At first, he didn’t dare to open his eyes, for fear of only being greeted to whatever the inside of a Pokemon looked like. However, after a few seconds, he decided he couldn’t just hide from it. He tentatively opened up his eyes, only to be greeted to the inside of some cave. He appeared to’ve been positioned on some bed of fresh gray fur, it seeming to’ve been brushed carefully into a vaguely cushy substance akin to a bed. 
	It was positioned towards the far end of a circular chamber, opposite what appears to be the sole passageway out of here. The bed of fur was positioned only a few inches away from the respective wall. The Riolu would see more gray fur, with flecks of white mingled in, all over the floor. It too was carefully tended to, though this one made to resemble a carpet rather than a bed. Other than that, this chamber was fairly unremarkable. The Riolu was very confused, so he carefully climbed off the bed, and touched down on the ground, where he’d be greeted with the alarmingly smooth fur. 
	He took a few careful steps through the fur. As he did, he’d notice how the discarded fur is clinging to the floor instead of his feet, possibly stuck to the ground thanks to some kind of syrup? Whatever the case, he’s deciding not to bother spending too much time on that, and instead decided to head forwards more to discern more about what the heck was going on, and where that cat was, and why it hadn’t devoured him. And so, he’d walk through that sole passage out of the chamber, though he’d keep his hands up defensively in anticipation of whoever or whatever might be hidden in here. 
	He traveled forwards, through and through the cavern. As he did, he’d glance around in worry. It was awfully dark in here, and though he had a faint ability to sense the aura, He was still relatively limited. That big predator could probably be barreling towards him right now, unless she was 15 feet away, he wouldn’t know. He could be prime for an ambush and he wouldn’t know! And if all it took for his captor to beat him was simply sitting down on him…
	He progressed further and further, until the cavern opened up into a larger chamber, this one housing similar cat fur turned carpeting. The room was still dark, but the closer he got, the sooner he could detect her, just lying there. He could also smell the stench of… lavender? The room inside reeked of flowers, and had low torch light. The Riolu got in deeper and held his hands up defensively. There, he could see the big cat lying on her side, an alluring look on her face. She seemed positioned to be looking down that cavernous hallway in anticipation for him. 
	The Riolu took on a more assertive stance, stretching a hand in front of him in anticipation of fighting her. However, the feline seemed unfettered by his stance. She let out a few curt meows at him, though the smaller Pokemon did seem to understand her. The Purugly looked more confused now, and meowed in a more questioning tone. The Riolu still didn’t understand her, and inched closer. At that moment, it dawned on the bigger Pokemon that he couldn’t quite understand her, at which she let out a curt giggle of realization. 
	She pointed to the Riolu, and pointed downwards, where she seemed to suggest that his people were relatively small in number. Riolu understood that, though he kept a careful eye on her as she tried to explain. She then motioned towards herself, at which she pointed upwards, suggesting that with her, it could be bigger. The Riolu’s brow was raised in confusion, feeling confused. He took an index finger each, and crossed one perpendicularly with the other to form a plus symbol, at which the Purugly nodded. The Riolu was, of course, still very confused, trying to uncover what the heck she was getting it. He shrugged curiously, clearly not getting the full picture.
	The Purugly rolled her eyes, though still wore a smile, clearly more entertained by his cluelessness. She began propping herself up, at which she’d climb up onto her feet. Then, she began marching towards the small Pokemon, who was suddenly feeling intimidated by her looming over him. He was tempted to rush back down the hall, but he realized that that way was just a dead end, that weird bedroom thing. He realized he should stand his ground, right here, right now. 
	Soon, she stood over him, glancing down at him through the valley between her breasts. And then, she leaned down while stretching her arms out, before bringing them out in front of her and wrapping them around his back and pulling him up and on top of her breasts, him laying over them while she stood up. The Riolu wriggled about on top of her while she set her hands on his back, and stroked it. With her other hand, she shimmied the Riolu side to side, burying him deeper into her cleavage. The Riolu wriggled against the breasts confining him, though would find he couldn’t move an inch, especially with her hand upon his back. 
	He could hear her snicker, before leaning forwards and giving him a kiss behind the ears. This spurred on an even more intense fit of wriggling. She could feel that boy burning up in her grip! Eventually, though, she decided that that’d be enough teasing. So, she carefully clasped his torso, before lifting him up and onto his backside, sitting him in front of her. He was fairly dazed, and shaking with stimulation. While he was struggling with those other emotions, she brought a hand up, put a finger on either thigh, and spread them out, unveiling his most private of parts. And, predictably, he had a raging hard on, the red rocket contrasting against his blue fur. 
	She licked her lips and let out an “mmm” of hunger. The Riolu was still trying to gather his bearings again, when she leaned in and suddenly smooched his torso. Causing him to wriggle even more. She held the kiss, gently suckling on his midsection, before pulling away with a “mwah”. That kiss seemed to spur him back to sobriety, and he was suddenly made aware of the funny feeling between his legs. He tried to clench his thighs together defensively, but the Purugly’s fingers would make sure they were nice and spread. 
	With them apart, she leaned down, burying her face between his legs, the young Pokemon’s eyes widening. He was compelled to hold onto her head as she smooched deeply and began bobbing upon him, up and down his length. His thighs were wrapped tightly around the Purugly’s cheeks, and he could only shiver. His eyes were rolling in their sockets as she suckled and bobbed, letting out lewd smooching noises and slurping sounds throughout the endeavor. 
	The Riolu, meanwhile, was trying to stomach whatever was happening to him. He felt so overwhelmed with pressure. He’d never felt anything like this, and was struck with so much stimulation, he could only sit there and take it. He felt funky, he felt like he was being used… but he kind of liked it. He felt his hips start to move as a result of his captor’s luscious lips suckling on him. Soon, he’d shut his eyes and bite his lip as he thrusted. The Purugly couldn’t help but coo at his sudden eagerness. And then, she pulled off of him. After all, he’d need his release elsewhere. 
	So, she cradled his back, and gently leaned down to set him on his back on the ground. The Riolu muttered and tried to climb up onto his rear. He’d feel himself regain his sense of self, and would find himself once more embarrassed at his situation. However, his moment of confusion would be interrupted when his view is suddenly filled by his captor’s rump. She gave a few wobbles of her butt, and the Riolu would start to try and crawl back. However, before he could save himself, she leaned back and smushed her massive form upon his!
	The Riolu gasped out as her butt covered his upper half! He gave a few wriggles, though not totally because of that. For, her movement had managed to plunge his little excitement into her nether lips. They squeezed tightly around his shaft, and he squirmed like a worm on a hook. He’d smack against her backside and shake around, but she had him perfectly pinned. And then, she began riding him. The Riolu shivered and gasped out as she ran up and down his length, her vaginal walls squeezing around him tightly. 
	She bounced up and down, shaking her butt on top of his upper half while her pussy squeezed and pulled him. The majority of him was hidden under her mass, but he could see his cute legs shake around and shiver. He looked so cute, and felt adorable as he shook against her. She could just imagine the pleasure coursing through him, head to toe. She kept on smacking her buttocks and squealing and grunting and twisting. This is clearly much better than he could’ve ever expected. Hop hop hop, squeeze squeeze squeeze, she kept on pounding him. He could feel him sweating and feel his breath beat against her rear. 
	It was too much for him. His virgin body couldn’t take much more of her! With a muffled squeal, his whole body tensed up as he spurted his load into her. She sighed dreamily, before pulling off of it and sitting down on top of the Riolu. Even as she sat on him, she could feel how limp he was. He offered no resistance, no struggle. It was as if he’d passed out from the exertion. She sighed dreamily. She was going to keep him, and keep playing with him. And each time, she’d bear him children. After all, his tribe could use a few of those. But for now, he could rest, and all the while she’d dream up new ways to render him the quivering mess he is now~