Quite pleased with her most recent of conquests, the proud Mega-Absol hefted herself upright. Even now, her prey, a lesser Absol, struggled mightily within her. But his desperate Night Slashes were all strongly resisted, even from within her soft rippling stomach. She groaned as the pressure built within, it was a little uncomfortable but it felt kinda nice too.

She settled again upon her overstuffed belly, squishing herself and the Absol within her ever so slightly to remind her inferior counterpart who the boss was. Her occupant quivered in response. He was effectively part of her body now, and he would learn much about submitting to his superiors as he became one with it. She sighed at the sensation of the sloshing weight. Was his movement a tremble of rage? Or even of pleasure? She always felt it was her duty as a Mega Pokemon to exert her dominance and there was no better way than this. To quash those who would misrepresent her kind as ineffective. To collect wasted power and add it to her own. Yes, such pawns made excellent meals. As cruel as her viewpoint may be, she still hoped her meals enjoyed it somehow. She suspected they did. It was in the nature of many Pokemon to desire capture, to be possessed. She just offered it in a far more extreme way than any trainer could.

She grinned, sauntering off towards a more suitable napping place, somewhat impeded by her awkward new bulk. She did not expect to be in such a state for too long. But for now she would savor the taut bulge in her middle, the way it brushed the ground, the second Absol nested so neatly within her, waiting until he could become her. She wished a bit, that she had someone to rub her into total relaxation, knead her, maybe even venture to the cleft at the base of her tail, forced outwards and upwards by her overstuffed body, vulnerable and ready for attention. A dangerous desire, perhaps, because she knew all too well what happened to those who found themselves vulnerable.

The Mega-Absol flopped carefully under a huge tree, her impact setting off a chorus of gurgling. With no one around to indulge her fantasy, she sleepily began to knead her rolling gut, following the shifting bulges inside, teasing, even as she knew her stomach was hard at work on her doomed playmate. Eventually she grew bored, eyelids drooping, and slipped off into a dream filled nap. She would awaken stronger, keener, and even more breathtaking than before, her meal just a bit of history as a roll of chub under her thick snowy pelt.

***

Better to become a meal than being captured and left to live and languish in some trainer's box because you have the wrong nature, amirite?

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