AMA #1

I’m not exactly one that seeks out and devours prey just for the sake of their hunger, or whims. I like to think that I have a more cultural approach to my life, one that doesn’t require me to give in to what some might consider more base urges. The use of these Reviver Seeds are often the only thing keeping conflict from arising between myself and the other team members. However… sometimes I do find myself slipping from time to time.

That ended up being the case with one mission that Keran assisted me with. A simple hunt for what was considered a petty criminal turned ugly just a few miles into our trek. As it turned out the Jumpluff thief that we were looking for hadn’t been working alone. In fact, he was the newest member of a rather large gang of Pokemon that had come within reach of the town in the past few weeks, one that Keran and the Sheriff had been struggling to pin down ever since. The ability of Pokemon towns  to defend themselves is unfortunately quite lacking, and there are many who see this as an opportunity to profit themselves.

We expected mild resistance and instead came across their camp, with all members we knew about already there. I sent River to get backup, by the time Keran had arrived back with her our other two rescuers were already knocked out in the battle. We were severely outnumbered, but Keran isn’t one to worry much about such things. By the time the battle was over nine of the ten members were packed away in Keran’s gut, and we only had the leader of the gang left to deal with.

He took a cheap shot at Keran while his back was turned. We thought he was unconscious, but the Sawk was just waiting for the proper moment. He had a knife, some human made thing. It was dull and rusted, and it looked like he must have scavenged it from a dumpster. Idiot. The knife still flew in a perfect trajectory toward the back of Keran’s head, but a quick burst of psychic energy was all it took to knock the blade away from him. The Sawk went after me next, his leathery blue fist snapping out to connect with my jaw. I immobilized him with a wave of my other hand. I was opening my maw to yell something and his fist just happened to slide…

...Oh what the hell. It wasn’t an accident. I grabbed him by the shoulders and rammed his head between my jaws. That was just what I told Keran and River when they saw me with the fighting type sunk in all the way to his chest, a purple glow surrounding him and keeping him in place. I had a moment of… I don’t want to call it weakness, since Keran often indulges himself in similar situations. But it was definitely not characteristic of me.

We teleported back to our base, and Keran assisted me in getting to the sheriff’s station with the gang in tow. Keran is a bit of a cheat, all he has to do is swallow down a handful of seeds and his acids melt away the crew inside in a manner of minutes. They reformed inside one by one, getting shoved into a cell before they could get their bearings. But in my case, digesting someone as large as me takes a considerably longer amount of time.

I sat there in the cell for ages, holding my gurgling and bubbling belly, trying not to groan as I slowly worked away at him. The Reviver Seed had been swallowed ages ago, and the Sawk kept on trying to force me to retch him up. How he thought he could manage that in a belly as tight as the one he was in was beyond me. I only started to feel better after Keran started rubbing in with those massive paws of his, each one able to cup my already enormous belly completely.

That did the trick, but even after the Sawk had been properly imprisoned it still took some time for my belly to settle down. Keran brought me somewhere private, letting me crawl onto his back and carry me off to the woods outside of town. After that point neither of us were inclined to move much. He kept his head resting against me, even though that head was over half the size of my entire body. He kept me pinned to the ground as he purred and purred, ear pressed up against my gut. I felt like returning the favour.

One of my paws reached under his chin, pushing until he angled his head up to look at me. My rounded belly got suddenly softer as the side of his head fell in against my gut, an incredible sense of pressure started to build up in my chest. I held it for a moment, letting it build… and I let it all out in a massive, wet belch that soared through the air around Keran’s muzzle. I saw his nose scrunch and his eyes water, the rancid smell of digestion mixed with my own natural scent. His thin fur shook as I bellowed toward him, thin wisps of flame flickering harmlessly away from his face with a little push of psychic energy. My belly was burbling away happily as it finally tapered off, a light hiccup marking its passing. He reprimanded me of course… but I could still smell the boner he’d popped beneath that freshly chubby belly of his.

So yes, while I may not do it often or consider it polite social behaviour… indulging in my predator side isn’t entirely a terrible idea.