Kokord - 1

	"WAIT!"

	The Lairon froze - and spun around, a bit perplexed.  His head stung fiercely, and his abrupt spin was a poor idea in his condition - he kept himself still for a time, as his head spun.

	Where was he?  He'd been pretty sure he was in the keep, but recent events were extremely fuzzy in his mind.   He remembered being afraid, but what...

	"Mornin', little grip."

	The Lairon spun again - once again a bad move with his head throbbing the way it was, but he still was able to see the speaker.  His eyes widened - it was a massive creature, whos enormous tail swished from side to side.  In many ways, he could see himself in the pokemon - but it had a presence he could not hope to achieve.  Fear was mixed with awe and admiration, as the lairon looked at what could only be called a superior version of himself.  The Aggron was wearing a deep blue scarf that was quite long - it stood out among his silver and dark grey colors.

	"S'prised yer up already."  The aggron yawned, leaning back on the tree stump he was sitting on - and crushing with his weight.  In front of him was a small fire.  "Yer 'ead-steel's cracked."

	The lairon paused, and squinted up, trying his best to see the top of his own head.  The Aggron chuckled, a deep rumbling which sent small shakes through the ground.  "Try th'river, little grip."

	The lairon, after a pause, stepped towards the small stream - to see a fierce crack through the metallic plates of his head.  His eyes widened - no wonder his head felt so awful.

	"What's yer name?"

	"I..."

	There was a lengthy pause, before the Aggron chuckled again.  "Don't r'member?"

	"N-no.  Where... where am I?  Where's the keep?"

	"What keep?"

	"T-twin Fjords Keep."

	"Search me."  The Aggron shrugged.  "Jus' walked in.  Here, eat some o'dese, little grip."

	The Lairon thankfully gulped down the oran berries that were offered to him.  "Name's Kokord.  Pulled ya outta dat stream there.  Yer pretty beat up, little grip."

	Little grip?  "Th-thanks for h-helping..."

	Kokord smiled at the lairon's eyes widening.  "Somethin' come back to ya?"

	"I-I have to get back!  We're under attack!"

	"Oh?"

	"This - this monster was there and it was..." A wave of memories surged into the lairon's mind.  Nevermind the pain on his head now, he had to get back, now!  "Thanks fo-"

	When he found himself hoisted into the air.  He looked down at the ground - he was a bit tall for a Lairon at 3' even, but this Aggron just picked him up as though he weighed nothing.

	"Mind takin' me to it?"

	"I - "

	"Hey, no back talk now, little grip.  Let Kokord deal with your monster."  A big grin grew on the Aggron's face.  "Which way?"

	"N-north.  Follow the river."

	And the Aggron started stomping along - startling the lairon a bit with how quick he was, especially for his size.  "Um... I - I'm pretty sure I can walk."

	"Just sit tight, little grip, and keep directing me."

	The lairon was confused, and his head hurt.  The two kept stomping into the forest - and were nearly there when the lairon suddenly realized that Kokord was going to help his town out.  "O-oh!" He tensed.  "Er... wait!"

	"We nearly there?"

	"Y-yeah, it's just past this ridge.  But there's something I gotta tell you before you try to help... us?"  The lairon hesitated as Kokord hoisted him further into the air, using two hands now.

	"Uh..." Lairon was increasingly nervous now about the eccentric Aggron.  "It's... uh, it's just that he - "

	"Nah, little grip, lemme guess.  He did this?"

	The Aggron's mouth opened, and the surprised lairon found himself shoved into it.  He was too surprised by the move to react until his entire head slipped into the aggron's maw, and he felt the enormous tongue lap at his face.  His middle section began to slip in as his blood spiked - he had to do something!

	But he couldn't use his headbutt nor his tackle without being able to move.

	Still, he writhed as the aggron shoved in his lower half.  The aggron's throat walls squeezed against him - his metallic plates gave as enough force to crush a mountain.  Strangely, however, it didn't hurt.  If anything, it was overly comforting - his already battered mind was dazed with what felt like a warm embrace.

	He slid down, to the Aggron's gullet - as Kokord smacked his metallic lips.  Placing one hand on his stomach, he could barely feel the lairon's struggles therein.

	Which was, itself, the problem.  He knew the lairon would be little more than a brief appetizer for him, but he had the method of fixing that in the town itself.  Tail swishing side to side, he stepped in.

	"St-stay back!"

	A loud, echoing laugh was the only response to the farfetch'd's leek.  "None of you pathetic pokemon can stop me.  We both know this - it'll be so much easier if you just surrender."

	Wailing from behind the farfetch'd reminded him why he could not do that.  In addition, he noted that the machoke had actually stopped - after... devouring several pokemon who'd attacked him, now he was actually pausing in the face of the three last defenders at once.  That meant they had him in check.

	"There's three of us, and one of you."  The farfetch'd clutched his leek fiercely, as the abra on his side kept himself focused, while pidgeotto kept himself slightly further back.  "Even if you manage to stop two of us, our combined attacks will take you down."

	"So, who wants to be the unlucky one to swing first?  Your boss just stated that he knows I'm gonna eat at least two of you."  The machoke grinned, patting his stomach.  "Can't even feel the others anymore - just digested them and fast.  They're gone, like you will be soon.  Just a part of this muscle."

	"He's just trying to unnerve us."  Although, unfortunately, it was working.  The sheer ease in which the scarf-wearing machoke had taken down the remainder of the defenders was astonishing - now it was strictly noncombatants behind the three of them.  "Stay sharp - he's gonna make a... make a..."

	The thudding noises that had been growing louder could no longer be ignored.  The machoke shifted backwards a step, glancing out of the alleyway between houses he'd been blocking.  The farfetch'd lamented the city's being built against a hill - the only way out was to fly, and most of the noncombatants behind him couldn't.

	The thudding noise turned out to be an enormous Aggron.  The machoke dimmed his eyes as Kokord silently approached, a grin on his face.  He spoke up as Kokord neared.

	"If you think I'm just gonna let - "

	"Nah."

	Kokord didn't slow down, didn't check his pace.  He just kept walking - right past the machoke, into the alleyway.  The farfetch'd took a few steps backwards as the Aggron approached.

	"Stop!  I'm warning yo-"

	His warning was interrupted as Kokord blitzed forward in a maddeningly fast iron head, slamming the farfetch'd into the back wall.  In that same action, he had both abra and pidgeotto in two iron grips, squeezing them fiercely.

	He turned, still holding the latter two pokemon as the farfetch'd crumpled to the ground.  The machoke, along with the remainder of the trapped pokemon, were surprised by the action.

	"Ere ya go, big grip."

	And he pressed the pidgeotto into the machoke's hand.  The machoke paused, and grinned.

	"Ya looked like you needed some help, big grip.  And I'm 'ungry - mind if I fix that little problem?"

	A laugh, as he raised the dazed pidgeotto into the air.  "Go ahead!  There's plenty for both of us." He added, before plunging the pidgeotto into his mouth.  With a gulp, it went down.

	"Wait."

	Kokord moved the machoke's hand to his own stomach, where the machoke could still feel the struggles of the lairon the aggron had just gulped down.  "Feel that, big grip?"

	He placed the abra's head in his mouth, and slurped - the spindly body went down like spaghetti.  The psychic could not concentrate with the battering of the throat, but still was very much moving.

	"Huh!"

	Kokord's grin grew wider, as he turned to the other pokemon.  "Don't digest'm too quick, big grip.  They taste best with all of them squirmin' in yer belly."

	Moving forward, the machoke grabbed one of the pokemon - a dratini.  The slender shape of the dragon pokemon enabled it to just slide right down - and his eyes widened as he felt the arousal of having two pokemon struggling in his stomach at once.

	The other pokemon flat panicked at the action, all rushing in a mass to escape the alleyway.  They had underestimated, however, just how large an aggron was - and Kokord was even larger than most.

	Kokord grabbed the skitty first - and wrapped the tail around his finger, sucking the cat-pokemon like a lollipop as he grabbed a murkrow who was attempting to get airborne.  The machoke hoisted a kecleon, who changed colors to match his bluegrey even as it was gulped down his throat - he stomped on a vulpix to hold it in place as he grabbed an aipom by its tail, swinging it into his mouth.  His wrestling pants bulged in front in arousal as each new pokemon joined the old in his stomach, which became a writhing mass of tiny hands, feet, and tails.

	"St-stop..." The farfetch'd croaked feebly.  

	Eyes dimming, the machoke hoisted up the bird.  "I got something special for you."  He growled, before opening the waistband of his wrestling pants.  The aggron paused for a moment as the machoke shoved the farfetch'd's beak directly into his hardening cock.

	He kept pushing the bird down the shaft - which bulged fiercely from the farfetch'd's struggles.  His face was one of slightly dazed pleasure the feet slipped into the slit - and he gave a soft, "Ooooh." of pleasure as the bird slowly was oozed down the shaft.

	The machoke felt his mouth opened - as in went a shellos.  He reflexively swallowed as a snubble was shoved in after, then both an elekid and a spearow.  Kokord was shoving pokemon into the machoke's mouth faster than he could swallow - he clutched his stomach with both hands as his mind reeled from the pleasure of such an act of gluttony.  He sat down as his world spun, a whirlwind of pleasure - Kokord shoved in the vulpix, and it took the machoke awhile to slurp down the tails.  Then followed a poochyena, and this one really took the machoke a little bit of time to savor.  Finally, a smeargle was shoved down - and with the tail still sticking out of his mouth, the machoke's eyes shut, and he leaned against a building.  Moments afterwards, he was snoring.

	Kokord paused for a moment - he still had a struggling rattata and sentret who'd been trying to escape - but after a short time it was clear - the machoke was out for the count.  His grin went from happy, to stressfully overeager.  "Finally!  Says something 'bout machoke stamina, big grip."

	He patted the machoke on the enormous bulge in his wrestling pants.  "Ah good, still moving in there.  Welp!"

	He moved the snoring machoke away from the wall, and squatted a bit - almost in a sumo wrestling pose.  His cock reached full erection in anticipation, as a small amount of pre slowly oozed out.

	He moved slowly - allowing his cock to very gingerly engulf the machoke's head.

	"MRRRRRRRRR!" Kokord's growled aloud, as his entire body shook from the pleasure.  This was what he'd been waiting for - none of that appetizers, none of that preparation.  This.

	Devouring a swallower.

	Gritting his teeth - he had to hold out until the machoke was entirely in his balls - he shoved slightly further, squeezing in the shoulders as he did so.  As they slipped in, he began humping into the machoke in time with his pulling, sending the machoke through his slit with a push, then back, then a push, then back.  Each motion sent the aggron through reels of pleasure - but even that was just preparation for the best part.

	"Cchmpf!"

	"GRON!" The aggron roared in pleasure, as his entire body tensed in pleasure of what would have been an orgasm had he not had a machoke blocking his shaft.  The moment the machoke's head reached the cum in his balls, he'd awoken - and now he was struggling - and it was wonderful.

	He remained put for a moment, just relishing the surge of emotions.  The machoke was in his shaft up to his belt buckle and was using his powerful arms to shove around as much as he could - and each movement did nothing but add to the arousal of the moment.  Kokord placed both hands behind his head for a moment, humping the air in pleasure.  This.

	But his cock was hungry.  It began to slurp - almost on its own accord.  As the aggron humped, it slipped under the belt, then into the wrestling pants until it reached the crotch.  The machoke's erect cock slipped into the aggron's, the machoke's pre mixing with the natural lube from Kokord.  Each additional slurp moved the machoke's legs further into the aggron, as the machoke found himself curling up in the aggron's sac.

	Then he was gone.

	The Aggron staggered backwards, holding onto a wall to steady himself.  In arousal, he hadn't even noticed that he'd been swinging his tail back and forth - it had shattered a building.  The wrestling pants and belt were wrapped around his bulging cock - and he could still feel the machoke therein fighting, even as he became less and less solid.  Still, he struggled, even as his arms became sticky, his legs merged together.

	Finally, it was just a load of cum in the aggron's balls - although one that still moved from time to time, as the Aggron was not done just yet.

	"Ahhhhhhhhhhh."  The Aggron licked his lips.  "Now that I've been waiting for.  Too bad you digested those little ones, big grip - yer dilutin' m'gains."

	He stood tall, and patted his stomach - the pokemon therein were still moving, but far more slowly than before.  "First, out with the little ones - you'll wreck m'gains too."

	With a spit, out came a murkrow, then a skitty, then abra.  Finally, a lairon was spat onto the top of the pile.  All four were only semiconscious at best, but they also weren't particularly focal to Kokord anymore - he just wanted them out.

	Removing one hand from behind his head, he reached down to his still-bulging cock - his original orgasm had been stymied by a machoke blocking him, resulting in a pause.  "Alright." He said, massaging his cock for just an instant.

	Out came a fountain of cum as he was finally able to find release.  The cum was thick - and some of it was moving, just slightly, as it was a series of smaller pokemon that had been mostly shifted to cum, namely the pokemon the machoke had just eaten.

	The machoke himself was not included, though, and there were two more steps.  Kokord concentrated as a bit more pre dribbled out - this time with an unconscious farfetch'd and his leek.  "One more."

	Finally, out came the machoke's scarf - his badge as a swallower.  Kokord exhaled, awash with afterglow.  "Okay.  Your turn, big grip."

	His balls began to undulate - squeezing, then expanding, then squeezing again.  Each time his balls squeezed, he grew - just a touch.  His arms expanded outwards, his shoulderplates became more massive, his stomach more round.  He adopted a front double biceps pose, almost showing off his expansion to the dazed and semiconscious pokemon as he felt the writhing in his balls slow, and finally cease.

	Kokord looked himself over.  "Mrr, only an inch?  Normally I can squeeze two out of a good swallower."

	He patted his stomach, as his cock receeded.  "Guess it was all the little ones he'd digested first.  That's the flaw with swallowing swallowers."

	The mostly-cum pokemon were slowly managing to regain their shape, as the aggron turned and slowly stomped out of town.  After all, he was full now, but that wouldn't last.

	And a predator of his determination would only really eat... other swallowers...

~ Garz .