Whatever It Takes
 
It was the third floor they had visited with no signs of any pokemon, and Drake was starting to get worried. Usually in a mystery dungeon, even one as foreboding and inhospitable as the Towering Heights, a rescue team was expected to encounter wild pokemon who would attack them on sight. But in this strange, warping world of black rock and broken spires, there was nothing but the sound of the wind as it whistled ominously between the cracks in the rock.
 
“Maybe we should just go back.” Drake suggested, looking over at his partner, a Mienshao who was a little taller than him and a great deal braver, “I think the guild will understand. This place just seems too dangerous.”
 
“What’re you talking about, Drake?” Shaolin blinked as he stared at the Lucario, his eyes drifting along his Mew-like tail, “The guild sent us for a reason. You’re part Mew, you’re the only one who’d stand a chance against him.” the Mienshao then grinned as his sleeve-like arms moved to his ample hips, “And that means that team Fighting Spirit gets to defeat a legendary, isn’t that a goal worth pushing forward for?”
 
“But what if we can’t? Mewtwo is meant to be a pretty powerful pokemon, and the fact there aren’t any other wild pokemon around here kind of proves that.” the Mew-Lucario hybrid replied, “Besides, my clothes are getting dirty out here.”
 
“Your outfit is fine.” Shaolin smirked at him as he looked over his partner once again. He had always found it odd that Drake chose to wear the pink tank top and mini-skirt, but he wasn’t about to start complaining. Drake had told him it was because he was so frequently mistaken for a woman and so he felt more comfortable dressing as one, but it wasn’t as though the pink claws, multi-loop earrings and the way he swayed his hips when he walked was helping that misunderstanding. “You’re as pretty as you were when we came in here, any man would be lucky to have you.”
 
“Shaolin.” Drake rolled his eyes, a blush crossing his cheeks as he continued on. He could always count on his partner to lighten the mood, though the compliment had left him lifting his long tail as he walked, which in turn lifted up his shirt and revealed his curvy rear to the fighting type. He adjusted the orange scarf at his neck as they continued, “The next floor should be up ahead. Maybe if we just get to the end of this dungeon we can go back and say we didn’t find anything.”
 
“That’s the spirit, oh brave leader.” Shaolin chuckled, patting his friend on the back as they made their way down the stairs and onto the next floor. As they arrived in the center of another labyrinthian floor the Mienshao folded his sleeves over each other and smirked, “Hey, maybe he heard that Team Fighting Spirit was coming and decided to bail!”
 
“Y-yeah, heh, I guess we could be well known around these parts.” Drake agreed with a chuckle, puffing out his chest to mirror the Mienshao’s confidence. Though the new floor didn’t allow him to hold onto his newfound resolve for long. It was more of the same; jagged black rocks, broken items scattering the floor and not the aura of another pokemon in sight.
 
And then one appeared. Even at a distance Drake could tell it was powerful, and it was moving towards them at a fantastic speed. He barely had time to call to his friend before a nearby cluster of dark, crystal-like rocks burst open with a loud BOOM, causing both pokemon to immediately drop on their fronts to avoid the debris. As they looked up they found themselves staring at the floating cat-like creature, its long bulbous tail swaying from side to side behind it as it hovered before them.
 
“U-uh… come with us quietly?” Shaolin offered with an unsure smile.
 
The Mewtwo responded by opening its palm towards them, and the two pokemon clung to each other as they prepared for an attack that would force them to use the Reviver seeds they had stored in their bags. The psychic energy surrounded them, but instead of pulsing through their bodies it instead pulled their bags from them. Shaolin gasped and swiped at his own, but the Mewtwo thrust his hand out, sending the two item bags hurtling off into the forest.
 
“Our bags!” Shaolin yelled.
 
“Our badges!” Drake cried, though the two were immediately silenced as the Mewtwo’s feet finally landed on their muzzles, pinning them both to the ground as his toes curled around them.
 
“Hm… more foolish adventurers, sent on a hopeless errand to defeat a being too powerful for either of them to comprehend.” the Mewtwo muttered to himself, “And so easily defeated too… you’re in a bit over your head, aren’t you?” he grinned down at them.
 
The two struggled beneath him, letting out muffled cries as they fought the psychic energy wrapping around their bodies and the toes holding their muzzles shut. The Mewtwo smirked, “I suppose you wish to argue your case? ...very well… ladies first.” he rumbled, taking his foot off of Drake’s muzzle.
 
“I-it’s just a mission, we don’t even want to fight you!” The Mewcario begged him, “Please, Mewtwo. Just let us go and we’ll find our badges and warp out of here immediately.”
 
“Now, now, there’s no hurry to leave, you only just got here after all.” the Mewtwo insisted, his hand reaching down and grasping at Drake’s long mew-like tail before giving it a hard yank to hold it up, leaving his skirt rising to expose his curvy rear, “I’ve never seen a Lucario with a tail like this before… you’re part Mew, aren’t you? Which gives me all the more reason to keep you here.”
 
“Mmph!” Shaolin growled out, his face still pinned beneath the Mewtwo’s paw.
 
“Oh, what’s this? Does your boyfriend have something to say?” The Mewtwo chuckled, grinding his foot against the Mienshao’s face as he gestured with his hand, causing his psychic energy to pull Drake into a kneeling position, “Is he afraid I might just devour him and keep his girlfriend for myself?”
 
“I-I’m not a girl.” Drake whimpered, struggling against the psychic energy. Were he thinking straight he could have probably used his aura to disperse it, but the psychic-type’s grasp on both his mind and his body kept him firmly in place.
 
“Oh?” The Mewtwo raised an eyebrow at the confession. His hand reached down and slowly lifted the front of the pink miniskirt, revealing the Mewcario’s plump shaft and dangling balls beneath it. “Ah… so you’re not.” the Mewtwo nodded, groping the package as he smiled approvingly, “I suppose you’ll be joining your friend in his digestion then.” he grinned, lifting Drake’s head up to his muzzle as it slowly opened to reveal the dark pink maw ahead of him, “Well… Ladies first~”
 
“N-no! Please!” the Mewcario begged, tilting his head away from the maw as he slowly drifted towards it. Specks of drool began to drip onto his nose as the Mewtwo’s tongue slipped out of his muzzle and ran along the underside of his, leaving streaks of saliva through his fur as it went, “I-I’ll do anything, just please, let us go!”
 
The Mewtwo paused with the Mewcario’s head in his mouth, allowing Drake plenty of time to stare into the dark abyss of his throat. His hand idly trailed along his prey’s side, leaving him shivering as his fingers ran through his short blue fur before finally stopping at his rump, giving it a squeeze. “...Anything?” the Mewtwo asked, his voice a little muffled.
 
“Y-yes, anything!” Drake insisted, nodding as much as he could in his precarious position. He was suddenly blinded by the light of day as he was dragged back out of the Mewtwo’s maw, leaving him spluttering and coughing as saliva ran through his fur. “B-but that means freedom for both of us, I’m not leaving without Shaolin.”
 
“Such dedication to your partner. It’s cute, however foolish it may be.” the Mewtwo chuckled as he finally took a step off of Shaolin and spread out his fingers, removing his psychic hold over them. The two dropped to the floor, immediately moving to embrace eachother as the legendary pokemon sat back as purred to himself, “But if you’re going to get out of this together, you’re going to have to work together. I want to see how intimate this partnership is.”
 
“Wh-what does that mean?” Drake gulped.
 
“He wants us to fuck.” The Mienshao replied, glancing over at the blushing Mewcario before turning his attention back to Mewtwo, “That’s where you were going with this, right?”
 
“What gave it away?” The Mewtwo smirked at them both, one hand stroking between his legs. Now that Drake was less disorientated he could see the Mewtwo’s hand had grasped his member and was stroking up and down it, sensually and slowly as if he had been preparing himself this entire time, even when he had been in the process of eating him. “Being in this dungeon alone does leave one with certain… urges. Help me, and I will allow you to find your badges and bags unhindered.”
 
“Are… we really going to do this?” the Mewcario asked, staring over at his partner. It wasn’t that the thought had never crossed his mind, it had just never been a life-or-death scenario… nor did any of his fantasies include an audience.
 
“It’s the only way out of this one, he’s too strong for us to beat him, and if he beats us…” the Mienshao shuddered as he thought about the consequences, “No. I’m -not- letting that happen to you. I’ll do whatever it takes to get us out of here.” He gulped, “S-so, I guess… bend over and just try not to think about it, alright?”
 
“I’m afraid that isn’t how this is going to play out.” The Mewtwo spoke up, his hand reaching out towards Shaolin. All at once the Mienshao locked up, and then slowly hovered in the air until he was floating on his back, his legs spread open to reveal his shaft and balls, as well as his tight tailhole.
 
“Wh-what the hell?!” Shaolin yelled, struggling in the psychic grip, his feet twitching as the rest of his legs attempted to kick them, “L-let go of me!”
 
“Drake, you may be a hybrid, but you are still part Mew.” the Mewtwo reminded the Mewcario, his eyes narrowing on his slender tail as he spoke, “I’m not going to let some common pokemon ravage a legendary, even a partial one… you’ll be the one doing the fucking here.”
 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” the Mienshao groaned, his head still free enough to look up at the Mewcario, who seemed to be frozen in shock and embarrassment as his friend was forced to display himself to him. Shaolin’s eyes widened as he noticed the pink miniskirt was lifted up at the front by Drake’s firm meat. To his surprise the Mewcario took his first step in his direction, “S-seriously?”
 
“It’ll get us out of here.” the Mewcario reminded him, a blush crossing his muzzle as he grabbed his legs. He lined himself up, the tip of his shaft slipping into the Mienshao’s hole as he took a deep breath to prepare himself. “Y-you’re my best friend, Shaolin.”
 
“Love you too, man.” Shaolin replied, biting his lip and closing his eyes. Drake gripped tightly onto his legs and plunged himself into him, leaving the Mienshao moaning out in a mixture of plain and pleasure, “A-Ah! Arceus, damn it!”
 
“S-sorry!” Drake gasped, moving to pull out, only to feel the Mewtwo’s psychic energy guiding him. ‘Deeper’ it seemed to say, and the hybrid was quickly to comply. He began to hump his friend, starting to find a rhythm that was fast enough to please their captor but slow enough to ease the pressure on Shaolin.
 
Each thrust left the Mienshao a little looser, though he continued to bite his lip and withhold any more moans that might have escaped his muzzle. His member was enough to show his excitement; it was throbbing against his slender midsection, each brush leaving him bouncing back against the psychic energy and his shaft rubbing against his short, soft fur.
 
The Mewtwo had tactically positioned himself in a place they could both see him as he hovered in the air and stroked his fat shaft, grinning away at the show the two explorers were putting on for him. “No need to act so glum, Drake. He’s your best friend after all, isn’t he? Show him how you really feel about him~”
 
“Y-you feel so amazing around my cock, Shaolin. I-I can’t believe we’ve never done this before.” the Mewcario panted, his tail raising in ecstasy as he started to thrust a little harder, leaving the Mienshao bouncing on place at each hump. He brought himself closer, practically laying over Shaolin as one hand reached around to hug his while the other groped at his rear, “A-Arceus, you’re so hot. I-I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”
 
“W-with me on top, right?” the Mienshao managed between pants. The Mewcario didn’t respond, he just continued to thrust into him over and over, the tip of his shaft rubbing against the weasel’s prostate. He closed his eyes, chuckling a little to himself as he panted, finding one of his arms free enough to reach down and stroke his shaft, “F-fuck it, I’ll try anything once.”
 
“Oh? I’ll keep that in mind.” The Mewtwo let out a low chuckle as he began to use one of his hands to fondle his sack while the other worked his shaft. While the two pokemon were nearing their climax, the legendary had only just gotten started, “Try not to knot him, Drake. You’ll want to be free for what comes next~”
 
“W-wait, what’s coming nex-Aahh~!” the Mienshao let out a loud moan, one which under normal circumstances would have been heard by every pokemon in the dungeon. He couldn’t hold back his orgasm for much longer, and he had no way to tell the Mewcario to slow down before he reached it. “A-ah, D-Drake!”
 
“Shaolin~!” Drake howled out, holding his partner tightly against him as he moaned, firing string after string of his hot, sticky seed into the Mienshao’s tight hole. The rush caught Shaolin off guard, and soon he had his own climax, his seed splattering against his belly and chest, leaving Drake’s tank top dampened as the two held each other.
 
“An excellent performance, you two.. The best I’ve seen in a while.” the Mewtwo grinned down at them, taking a break from stroking his throbbing shaft as he petted the Mewcario’s ears with his musky hand, “Did you end up knotting him, Drake?”
 
“I-I don’t think so.” the Mewcario replied, still trying to catch his breath as he looked down and used one hand to lift up his skirt. Sure enough, his bulbous knot was pressed against the entrance to the Mienshao’s hole, a single thrust would have bound the two together, but fortunately he had stopped before he did. He gave a weak grin down at Shaolin, who blushed back at him and cleared his throat as he tried to avoid looking him directly in the eye.
 
“Good, there’s nothing worse than being tied after sex. It makes it very hard to consume your prey.” The Mewtwo replied, his fingers trailing over the top of Shaolin’s head as his cock rested on his face, “Well, don’t let me keep you. I’m sure you’re eager to get started.”
 
“Wh-what?” Drake gasped, immediately pulling out of the Mienshao, “I can’t eat Shaolin, he’s my friend!”
 
“And now he’s your food.” The Mewtwo grinned, stroking along the fighting-type’s flaccid member to keep it from retreating back into its sheath. He used his psychic energy to hold him up, revealing the blushing, jizz-soaked pokemon to his partner, “And later, he’ll be something else entirely. But I’m sure you both know all about that.”
 
“D-Drake, at least one of us needs to get out of here.” the Mienshao told him, tucking his slender tail between his legs, “A-and if I’m going to be eaten by someone, I’d rather it be you than this jerk-off.”
 
“I could break you in half and we could both eat you, if that’s what you would prefer.” the Mewtwo growled, tightening his psychic grip on the fighting type for a moment before relaxing it as he turned back to the Mewcario, “Come now, surely you’ve thought about it at least once. Those delicious curvaceous hips of his trailing down your throat, his face bulging out in your stomach as you rub your belly to soothe it.” he smirked, “Deep down you’re a predator, just as much as any wild pokemon… you may prove it, or you may -both- be my prey.”
 
“I-I don’t know.” Drake tucked his ears back. He really hadn’t ever considered eating any pokemon, especially not his best friend. He gave Shaolin a nervous glance, his tail tucking between his legs as he tugged down his miniskirt.
 
“I’ve got a Reviver seed in my bag, so long as you find it we’ll be able to get out of this dungeon okay.” Shaolin insisted, a blush crossing his muzzle, “It’s really not that big a deal, Drake… we need to get out of here, so just do what he says, okay?”
 
“O-okay.” the Mewcario tucked his ears back. If Shaolin was agreeing to it, he didn’t really have much of a choice in the matter. He just had to focus on making it quick for both their sakes. He rested his hands on Shaolin’s hips and gave him one last look in the eyes before carefully easing his paws into his mouth.
 
Gllrk. The first swallow was always the hardest, but the mewcario was surprised just how much he had accomplished with it. He had brought his friend in up to his knees with a single gulp, and a second dragged him in up to his thighs. He glanced up at the Mewtwo, who grinned devilishly down at him as he wiggled his bulbous fingers, subtly feeding Drake his friend with his psychic energy.
 
“D-drake…” Shaolin panted, squirming uncomfortably at the unfamiliar feeling of the tight, wet throat that held his legs together. Drake could feel the Mewtwo’s psychic energy moving around him, forcing him to tilt his head back and allow gravity to aid him to swallow his biggest obstacle yet; the Mienshao’s plush rear. His cheeks bulged out as Shaolin’s naturally wide waist slipped into his maw, and for a moment his friend held his breath in anticipation.
 
Gllrk. Glrrp! “Mmph!” Drake gagged as his tongue landed between Shaolin’s cheeks, leaving him tasting his previous orgasm. The Mewtwo let out a grumble of disapproval and placed one hand on each of the Mienshao’s shoulders before starting to shove him downwards. “Swallow, Drake. Once you get past his ass he should slide right into your throat.”
 
Drake gave a nervous nod, not daring to open his eyes as he took another heavy gulp. He felt the weight of the Mienshao’s rear slip past his throat, and Shaolin let out a cry of surprise as he was suddenly jolted downwards. It only took a few more gulps to get him in past his belly, and as the psychic energy pinned his arms to his sides all he could do was wriggle his shoulders and tilt his head away from the seemingly bottomless throat… though of course, he could already feel the bottom of it with his feet and tail, as well as the slippery juices that coated his destination.
 
“Be a good meal for your friend, won’t you, my boy?” The Mewtwo smirked down at him as Shaolin’s head slipped into the maw. The last thing the Mienshao saw was the sadistic grin on their captor’s face before it disappeared behind a wall of teeth and gums… and with one last swallow, he was dragged into the throat along with the rest of his body and dragged into the Mewcario’s stomach.
 
Drake groaned and collapsed onto his rear, both his hands moving to his bulging gut as he rubbed it. “Mmh… Sh-Shaolin, D-don’t move so much.” he begged him, though it seemed his friend was more than willing to put up a fight and try to find a way back out of him. The Mewcario’s eyes widened and he let out a long, lewd belch that seemed to both quieten down his prey and amuse the Mewtwo, who began to laugh heartily at him. “D-don’t worry, I’ll get us out of this.” the Mewcario muttered, patting his gut before collapsing onto his back and panting. “Hff, j-just let me… mmh.. Catch my breath..”
 
“Oh yes, I’m sure you will. If not… well, I suppose you could use a little more on your rear.” the Mewtwo teased him, using his psychic energy to roll him onto his front. He grinned and moved over, groping at one of the big blue cheeks with his hand before looking down at him, “Well, I suppose you’ve fulfilled your part of the deal… go ahead, find your bags.”
 
Drake let out a growl in response, swiping his hand back towards the Mewtwo but finding himself unable to reach him. He then moved both his hands to the ground and pushed up, though despite giving it his all he couldn’t lift his heavy gut off the ground, “HHnghh! A-ah, Shaolin. You’re too heavy. I can’t move!”
 
“What?! Drake, you’ve got to move!” the Mienshao let out a muffled yell, starting to struggle once more with newfound resolve, much to the femboy predator’s distress. Bulges of his paws and feet continued to press out from the stomach, and each time Drake rubbed them back to keep back the discomforting feeling of live prey in his stomach, “If you don’t get me out of here soon, I’m-”
 
Smack! The Mewtwo reminded them both with a strike to the Mewcario’s ass, grinning as he watched it jiggle in response. Drake let out a moan as the legendary feline loomed over him, groping at his ass with one hand while using the other to wrap around him and rub his belly. “Such a pity, but that -is- what you get for hunting down a pokemon like myself. I’m afraid you’re just going to have to accept the fact your friend is nothing but food, if he was ever anything else.”
 
“Although..” the legendary began again as he heard the hybrid whimper beneath him. He began to stroke his hand along the curves of Drake’s backside as his tongue trailed across his lips, “I suppose I could help you get to your items… in exchange for doing to you what you did to Shaolin. It would a shame to let such a fine rear go to waste.” he grinned as he gave it a squeeze.
 
“Whatever it takes.” Drake agreed, nodding affirmatively as he moved his hands to his gut and stared down at the bulge of his friend. Due to the size of the Mienshao it was easy enough to rest on his belly like a beanbag, his own member pushing into the bottom of his gut while his long tail swayed in the air, revealing himself to the Mewtwo. “Hang in there, buddy.” he whispered, giving his gut a gentle pat. The gurgle in response didn’t fill him with confidence, but he could still feel his friend moving.
 
“Oh, he’ll be fine. You’ve got the stomach acids of a prey, he’d need hours before you even began to digest him.” the Mewtwo replied dismissively before slamming his cock between the Mewcario’s cheeks without so much as a warning. The femboy let out a yell, though the Mewtwo was quick to quieten him by using one of his hands to hold his head to the ground while the other remained on his cheek, holding him in place as he thrust into his tight tailhole.
 
Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust the Mewtwo gave the explorer left him rolling over his own stomach, causing it to grumble and groan beneath him as the Mienshao inside was sloshed back and forth. Drake let out a moan, gripping onto the ground to hold himself in place as his legs spread apart, giving the other pokemon easier access to his tailstar.
 
“Quite the needy little bitch, aren’t you? I’m starting to think you want this for reasons other than just saving your friend.” The legendary taunted him, pulling his tail with one hand and slapping his ass with the other, leaving the Mewcario’s cock throbbing against his stomach and spurting pre against the underside of it. “You know that I’m just filling you up, right? I plan to devour you the moment I’m done.”
 
“I-I know, just like Shaolin.” the Mewcario panted, accepting his fate as he gripped at the floor. His ass stung, his dick ached and his stomach felt like it was ready to burst. Of course none of this stopped the Mewtwo from continuing to ravage his rear, thrusting into it over and over as Drake felt himself nearing his climax.
 
Finally the Mewcario howled out in bliss, firing his load over his stomach while his Mewtwo master filled his rear with his hot, sticky seed. Drake groaned and collapsed over his stomach, listening to it gurgle and churn as he rubbed it with his hands to reduce some of the pressure. “Mmh… Th-that was fast.”
 
“I’ve been jacking myself ever since you started fucking your friend, I doubt you can blame me for being a expedient.” the Mewtwo rumbled, his hands trailing along the sides of the Mewcario’s stomach before he slowly pulled out of him, “Now… I believe there’s the matter of getting you to your bags, isn’t there?”
 
“R-right, we’re going to have to hurry.” Drake panted, digging his fingers into the ground and dragging himself away from the Mewtwo before trying to push himself up onto his feet. He found himself lifting up, though rather than stopping he hovered in the air. As he recalled the warning the Mewtwo had given him he began to struggling in the psychic energy that held him, “H-hey! We don’t have time for this, I need to rescue Shaolin!”
 
“And I need to see if you taste more like a Lucario or Mew.” The Mewtwo grinned wickedly back at him, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he shoved the Mewcario’s head into his muzzle. He immediately took his first gulp, dragging Drake’s head into his throat to hold him in place while his tongue began to taste over whatever parts of his chest weren’t covered by the tank top, the Lucario’s spike not seeming to even register in the Mewtwo’s mind.
 
‘Sweet like Mew, but savoury like a Lucario… my, aren’t you the best of both worlds~?’ the Mewtwo’s voice echoed in his head. Drake blushed brightly at the comments and began to kick his legs, though that only resulted in the Mewtwo using his psychic to lift him above him, allowing both gravity and his powerful throat to pull the Lucario to the pit of his stomach.
 
‘It will be a pity to lose such a delicious creature, but the stomach desires what it desires,’ the Mewtwo continued, groping at the femboy Mewcario’s squirm gut as it disappeared inch by inch into his jaws. He took a moment to remove the Mewcario’s mini-skirt as he got to Drake’s rear and still dripping cock, giving each some attention with his hands, ‘and I have always trusted my stomach~’
 
Gllrp! Drake yelped as he disappeared deeper into the Mewtwo, his head beginning to enter the stomach and being greeted by a blast of foul, acidic air. He gagged and coughed, struggling with new resolve to get away even as he sank deeper. He could feel his rear filling up the Mewtwo’s mouth, and with a single gulp it was dragged into his tight, slippery throat.
 
The Mewtwo closed his mouth around the Mewcario’s paws, watching as his long tail continued to flick about in a desperate attempt to escape joining its master’s fate. With a sultry smile the Mewtwo took a long, teasingly slow slurp, dragging the tail in all the way up to its tip before finally taking one final gulp to doom the adventurer. He purred and rubbed over his bulging belly, letting out a little belch to seal his prey’s fate, “A fitting end to… what was your team called? The Appetizers?”
 
“P-please let us go! We don’t even want to bring you in anymore, we just want to get out of this dungeon and leave you alone.” Drake pleaded with him, pushing at the stomach walls with his hands. Each bulge he made was eagerly patted down by the Mewtwo, who continued to chuckle at his pleas as he floated along through the dungeon floor.
 
“Do you know why I’m a pokemon criminal?” the Mewtwo asked him, using the Mewcario’s miniskirt to wipe the drool off his face before scrunching it up in his hand. As his stomach responded with a gentle gurgle and a ‘glorp’ he shook his head, running his hand over it as he continued to make his way through the labyrinth that was his lair, “Because teams kept showing up trying to recruit me. No matter how many times I said ‘no’, there as always some foolish band of idiots who were determined to have me on their team. Finally I snapped and attacked them, and I’ve been a criminal ever since.”
 
“W-we don’t want you to join our team!” Drake called out, and from the muffled response from his own bloated stomach it was clear that Shaolin agreed with him, “We didn’t know, we’ll leave you alone, just let us out.”
 
“Oh, I’m afraid you won’t be getting out for a while yet.” The Mewtwo chuckled tauntingly as he groped his chubby stomach before giving it a slap in order to make it jiggle, bouncing his prey around in the process, “And really? ...well, in that case.”
 
Glrp, Gulp. The sphincter that had sealed above Drake reopened, and two slippery reviver seeds landed on his bloated gut. The Mewcario’s eyes widened in alarm, though he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He swallowed one and held the other tightly in his fist, “Y-you’re just giving these to us?”
 
“You may keep them and your bags on one condition.” The Mewtwo replied, the stomach shaking around Drake to indicate he had sat down. His hands both moved to his gut, starting to rub and knead it as his stomach started to get to work on the fattened explorer, “You tell those guild pokemon that I’ve left and gone to another mystery dungeon. If I have anymore visitors here, they’re not going to be as lucky as you two were.”
 
“S-sure, lucky.” the Mewcario muttered, reaching down and rubbing his stinging ass with his free hand before using it to rub the stomach wall, “Mmh, b-but okay, I promise, we won’t tell the guild about what happened.”
 
“Oh, you’ll tell them -everything- that happened.” The Mewtwo chuckled, grinding his palms against his stomach and pressing down on it, giving the Mewcario much less room to move about and leaving the stomach bulges he made all the more defined for it, “I expect you to write, in detail, the events of this adventure of yours. You will refer to me as ‘Master’ in your reports and describe just how delicious your partner was… don’t worry, I’ll work on writing the part about you while you’re busy digesting~”
 
“D-digesting? Didn’t you say you were going to let us out?” the Mewcario asked, a blush crossing his muzzle at the Mewtwo’s order. It was bad enough that he and Shaolin had to go through the events of their adventure, but now they had to write a report about it too.
 
“Oh, I’ll be letting you out by your bags later… which reminds me, I’d best include that in my part of the report too, I wouldn’t want you to miss any details, would I?” The Mewtwo purred, stroking over his belly as he idly began to eat the berries he had found in the adventurer’s bags, “So, can I trust that you’ll write a detailed report, little Mewcario?”
 
Drake sighed and closed his eyes, curling up around his swollen gut. He nursed it with his hands, listening to it gurgling and churning while the Mewtwo’s stomach did the same to him. He began to feel light-headed from the fumes of the digesting berries around him, and finally he rested his head on his gut, using it as a pillow as he drifted into a deep sleep.
 
“Whatever it takes…”
 
The End.