Sea Snek

	There was beauty to be found in the glow of the rising sun cast onto the ocean. At least, that's what the Quilava fidgeting about the shoreline told himself for the twelfth time. His eyes drifted to the morning sky, and his thoughts drifted with them.
	The guild had left him behind. Again. Another expedition deemed too dangerous for someone so inexperienced. Which was why they were supposed to be training him. But his so-called guildmates rarely even gave him the time of day.
	The only one among them who took any interest in him at all only used him to inflate her own ego. A Charizard who's success as an adventurer showed in the heavy sway of her belly. Almost every day he would literally bump into her, and the Quilava would find himself pinned between a wall and a soft place. Sometimes it was just to mock him. More often than not it was to bully his dinner out of him. Whatever feeble struggle he put up, he could never argue with her ultimatum - either give her food, or be her food. He hated himself for being too weak willed to put a stop to it. And not for any of the right reasons.
	He heaved a frustrated sigh, staring back out into the distance. Yes, there was beauty to be found in the ocean. Almost hypnotic, really. He felt like he was being drawn into the crystalline waters. Metaphorically, that is. He'd already been submerged up to his belly, right?
	Anyway, the ocean was pretty. He could forget all of his troubles by absorbing himself in the subtle stirrings of the tide. Which is naturally why he had waded out for a better look. Swam out, he corrected. He was apparently swimming now, and far from shore. To get a better look at the water. The dancing lights beneath the surface insisted. So nice, so pretty, those lights. Like the most beautiful pair of eyes he had seen.
	A violent splash was all the warning the Quilava had before he was torn into the depths.
	Torrential water flooded his senses. Blinded, deafened, the hapless fire type was lost to panic. But he could hardly even wriggle in the thick, oppressive coil wrapped snug around him. What little he could manage only rewarded him with a tightening squeeze. Crushing tension soon rendered everything below his neck useless.
	"Well well, what have we here? A little thing like you, all alone in the wild?" The voice rang pure even underwater. When the whirlpool abated, the Quilava found himself face to face with the source of that voice, and the same hypnotic eyes that had bound him.
	Even without spellbinding power behind them, he might have still been enthralled by his captor's looks. Milotics prided themselves for their beauty, and this one had clearly decided that she could only be even more beautiful if there was more of her. Or maybe she just liked to eat. Either way it definitely showed, the vicegrip of her coiled musculature softened by a layer of yielding fat. The obese serpent's cheeks subtly dimpled with a smug grin. "How fortunate. I was just thinking I could go for a snack."
	The Quilava almost choked out a reflexive gasp, while his reflexive fiery quills were choked out beneath smothering snake flesh. The only evidence of his flare up was a slight increase in temperature, the endless ocean swallowing his flames as nothing. Like he soon would be, he thought with shuddering fear. And another emotion that he desperately suppressed. The Milotic giggled at his failed outburst. "A little out of our element, are we? Not that it matters. You're so small," she punctuated with a squeeze. "And helpless," so tight, his precious air was nearly strangled out of him. "It's a wonder you haven't been eaten already."
	She drew nose to nose with her prey. "The only way you could have survived so long is if someone's been keeping you as a pet. But then, I can't fathom why your owner would ever let a cutie like you out of sight." Her tongue laced around her maw, filling the Quilava with dread and definitely not anything else. "Well, don't worry, little one. I'll take good care of you." Her serpentine jaw opened wide.
	Then something throbbed against her underbelly. Something hard. Something vulgar.
	The Milotic recoiled back, blushing furiously at the doubly blushing Quilava. "Ah! Aaaaah! You... You... " She took a deep gulp of seawater. That gave her the moment she needed to collect herself. While her prey no longer seemed willing to meet her gaze, she still made a show of lidding her eyes into a sultry smile. "You're one of those Pokémon, aren't you? You want me to eat you." A single bubble of air flew from the Quilava's mouth. He shook his head hard enough to stir the tide nearly as hard as it had been earlier, but she was unconvinced. "There's no point lying about it. You can hardly hide such an enthusiastic reaction."
	He wished he'd just been eaten. At least then he could have hidden his secret. Now he couldn't even hide his face as the Milotic's tail hoisted his chin up to look her in the eyes. "There's no need to be ashamed. I've always found your type... amusing. Even if I never quite understood it. Whatever your fantasies, you must know what's going to happen to you in there." Her fatty coils rubbed along his body. He had to assume she was emphasizing her stomach. Though it was impossible to tell where exactly that might have been, blanketed beneath her excess flesh.
	The Milotic leaned in close alongside him. Close enough to blow bubbles into his ear with a whisper. "You're going to be digested."
	She gave him a moment to stop quivering before she drew back. "Any silly hopes or dreams you might have had are all going to be dashed away. Simply because I'm a little hungry. Yet somehow, that excites you." He wanted to deny it. But the water bubbled with the heat radiating off of him, and not from any failed attempts at igniting his quills. "Oh, and I do mean only a little hungry. I already enjoyed a particularly healthy breakfast this morning. A nice, plump Vaporeon. She stopped squirming a while ago, but maybe you can still feel her?"
	He couldn't, even smothered against her as he was. If the gluttonous serpent really had already eaten somebody else, they had long since softened away into chyme. Just the thought of the unrecognizable, nutritious soup that had once been sentient life sloshing within the belly of the very same beast constricting him now was...was...
	"Disgusting, isn't it?" He was thinking hot. Wait, no! He was thinking that thing she said! "We're talking about a living, breathing person like she was never anything but food. But she struggled so desperately, she must have had so much higher aspirations than that. Unlike you." Unable to argue back - because he was preoccupied with not drowning and certainly not because she was right - the Quilava could only grimace at the slight. "A shame she was such a poor swimmer. The way she was floundering, she must have only just evolved. She had so much life ahead of her, who knows what she might have gone on to accomplish?. But now, by the end of the day, she'll be nothing but fat."
	Assuming she wasn't already. Already so huge, any weight the Milotic had put on from her recent meal would be indiscernible even if she weren't already laden with blubber. How could she possibly notice or care about a few more pounds when she likely already weighed near half a ton? The Quilava bit his lip in some bid to control his wandering thoughts. But whether by his strained expression, or by the eager twitch of his shaft, his arousal was clear to the Milotic. "Oh my. Don't tell me you have a fat fetish on top of your senseless desire to be consumed? How shameless! But I suppose I can indulge you."
	She subtly weaved her body, forcing a startled snort from the Quilava. His nostrils burned with inhaled salt water, but it paled before his burning need as those wonderfully soft coils bobbed along his shaft. "It's a lot of work to maintain all this useless mass, you know. I stopped keeping track of how much I have to eat every day just to stave off hunger. And, well, you can probably tell I usually manage to eat a lot more than that. Who knows how many thousands I've eaten not because I was hungry, but simply because I could." She pumped against his cock as she spoke, managing to partially envelop him within her pillowy flesh. He wasn't sure whether he had been squeezed between her coiled length, or just gotten squished into one of her folds. What he did know was that it felt fantastic. "And you want to join their number. even though you're too small to make even an ounce of difference on my weight. Well, who am I to deny you what you want?"
	Once more, she opened her maw wide, this time with an overdramatic yawn that the Quilava had no doubt was just to tease him. He forced himself to shut his eyes. He knew he would lose control if he let himself gaze into the inviting pulse of her gullet. But then his imagination wasted no time filling in the gaps. Combined with a particularly vigorous pump of soft flesh against his member, the Milotic forced a gasp out of him. His eyes snapped open as his lungs quickly filled with-
	A fresh breath of life. In the very same moment he should have drowned, the Milotic had forced herself upon him. Her muzzle locked with his, eyes closed as her affectionate tongue asserted its dominance in the unexpected kiss.
	Yet there was a nurturing undertone to the way she held him that made his head spin. She could have devoured him in an instant and forgotten him even faster. Instead she was showing him more tenderness than he had felt in his entire life. Her body squeezed him tightly in a possessive hug, leaving no doubt about his ultimate fate. But her gentle tongue assured him that it was alright, that he only needed to relax and let her take care of the rest.
	And so he did. He lost himself in her loving embrace. His inhibitions melted away, while his arousal soared to a peak. Repressed for so long, he was strained to the limit trying to contain it.
	He couldn't.
	Even the Milotic's firm grip couldn't steady him in the shuddering throes of his release. His seed spilt in powerful gushes, filling one of her miscellaneous folds. She held him close all the while, somehow keeping his lungs pumping with her intimate presence.
	It took several seconds for him to stop quaking. And it was a good while longer that she allowed him to bask in the afterglow. But finally, she did withdraw from him. She gave him a lick on the forehead, and it wasn't to taste him. Not just to taste him, at least. "Good boy," she said with a smile. He looked back up to her, exhausted. He knew she wasn't done with him yet. Her sexual appetite may have been placated, but a fleck of her tongue across her lips made it clear that she would only really be satisfied by one thing. "But I think that's enough teasing, hm? Time to give you what you really want."
	She lunged, maw agape.
	It only took a fraction of a second. In the Quilava's daze, he almost didn't realize just how quickly he had been swallowed near whole. Though the Milotic seemed content to leave him dangling from her maw for now. While she savored his taste, he gained an intimate appreciation for the serpent's inner workings. From the rhythmic beating of her heart, to the eager groans emanating from her depths.
	His only link left to the world were his hind legs. They kicked about uselessly, held back by his conflicted instincts. He could never suppress the want to survive. But more than that, he wanted this. He wanted to vanish down into that cramped, sweltering darkness. He wanted to become part of this beautiful creature. He wanted to be wholly and completely hers.
	With little fanfare, the Milotic settled his internal struggle once and for all. All it took was a small flex of her powerful throat, and the Quilava slipped down her gullet. Her slick throat muscles automatically carried him from there, contracting against every inch of his body as he languidly slid deeper into the abyss. If he had been able to move, he would have shivered at their caress. It was the final pleasure he would get before he was lost forever.
	From outside, all that could be seen of this was a large lump slumping down the Milotic's neck. It eventually settled down into her stomach, giving it a lewd little bloat that was just visible under her thick fat.
	"Aahh..." With her snack secured, she finally unwound her great body. Laying back and letting the current carry her, she took a moment to revel in the satisfying weight of food in her belly. Her eyes trailed down her own vast length, until she settled on the subtle bulge of her latest prey. "I hope it was everything you ever dreamed of. You're not going to get another chance."
	Her meal shifted about in reply. To the untrained eye, it may have looked like a fight for dear life. To her, there was a marked difference between the last desperate struggle of truly unwilling prey, and the half-hearted wriggles massaging her stomach walls now. She smiled knowingly, even though her prey was no longer able to appreciate it. "Enjoy yourself while you can. It won't take long to digest a little thing like you. Besides, I need to make room for lunch~"