A Rock and a Warm Place
Written by Ciroony
 
�Ooh, and here he comes now�� The Weavile grins to herself as she watches the Zorua through her handheld spyglass, focusing the lens on the small emblem burnt into the satchel on his side. �And the right messenger, too,� she muses in her head. She�s been posted in this horrible wasteland on the lookout for couriers from her rival country, purely based on the rumor that they tend to use this route to avoid interception. Unfortunately for the Zorua, the rumor turned out to be true, and he might have some difficulty delivering the letter...
 
You shiver and clutch your hefty coat just a bit tighter around your body as the frigid wind batters you against the side of the mountain. As a fairly low-ranking Zorua messenger, you were the unlucky �volunteer� to make the hike across one of the most treacherous mountain ranges on the continent. As you plod along the barely-visible trail, you focus less and less on the walk, the snow falling before you guiding you into a sort of trancelike state. That is, until one wrong step kicks a rock out beneath you, sending you face-first into a small pile of snow. With a grimace, you hastily hop back to your feet and glare backwards at the rock, before back towards the trail before you. As you regain your bearings, however, your luck seems to return as you spy a fairly small gap within the boulders, what appears to be the perfect place to take shelter until this horrible storm blows by. Sighing in relief, you slip between the stones and into a cave just large enough for you to recline comfortably in. You sling off your pack and unroll your sleeping bag, a relatively cozy, warm place to rest up. Using the bag as a pillow, you slide down into the bag with ease, one paw clasping the royalty�s satchel as you nod off, eventually passing out with a small snore.
 
Her grin turns into a smirk as the bushy tail of the Zorua disappears between the crack, knowing the entrance to be a dead-end. �Heh~ silly thing, you�re only making it easier for me�� she murmurs to herself as she places the spyglass in her small pouch. The Weavile�s position is only about 20 meters up a cliff, but the snow did well to obscure her presence from him. She lithely leaps down the boulders, claws clacking on stone with each impact. She falls into a snow pile with a soft �paf,� which just so happens to be above the fox�s resting place. The weasel interceptor lowers herself to the entrance and presses her cheek to the icy stone, listening hard to differentiate the sleeping Pokemon�s slow breathing from the howling wind. She realizes the typical rhythm of sleep and makes her move, swiftly moving into the cave and�
 
You�re rudely woken up by a sudden blow to your chest, jolting up only to be shoved back down by a clawed hand. Squinting, you try to make out the blurry outline above you, the same one that�s currently using their other hand to rummage through your belongings, holding what seems to be� Oh no, that�s the satchel..! �H-Huh? What are you doing?!� you exclaim as your full consciousness returns to reveal the Weavile girl straddling your chest, claw planted firmly on your forehead. A coy grin tugs at the sides of her mouth as she slices open the satchel, manipulating the paper inside with two gleaming claws. You start to struggle under her wait as she reads, but she quickly puts a stop to the resistance by smushing your head back into your backpack. �None of that now, hun. Save your strength for later, why don�t you?� She suggests casually as she reads, eyes widening with joy over time. �Ohoho man, they�ve got a shrimp like you carrying these kinds of orders? The king�s really gone insane, hasn�t he?� The weasel folds up the paper and slips it into her own pouch, sealing it securely away from you. It�s a real shame your arms are stuck in the sleeping bag, that probably doesn�t help your situation. With the information safe, she returns her attention to you. She moves both hands down to your chest, pressing forcefully down against you. �Ah, but I can�t have anyone who�s seen my face walking around, y�know?� She murmurs, continuing her little one-sided conversation. Your pupils noticeably shrink in worry at the vague threat, renewing your squirms beneath her juicy thighs. �You c-can�t mean�� you fade into a choked gulp as you process, resulting in a teasing nod from your assailant. �Well duh, I�m not the kind of person that messes around. Even with a simple messenger like yourself,� The Weavile licks over her lips, the hungry look gleaming in her eyes definitely not lightening the situation. �But don�t worry, I�m not gonna gut you and leave you in the cold, if that�s what you were thinking. No, I�ve got somewhere nice and warm,� She giggles and leans close to your face, her hot breath washing over your fur. �A much better situation than yours, I�d assume. Wouldn�t you rather be anywhere else than this horrible mountain?� she queries, pausing for your response. �Yeah, but n... n-not where you�re implying!� Your voice is rather shaky due to the situation, heart thumping against your chest. Your attacker rolls her eyes at your protest, replying with a simple �Who cares, anywhere but here, am I right?� As if on cue, her stomach growls, prompting a small laugh once more. You flatten your ears as she leans in even closer, this time letting her mouth hang open, hovering a few inches from her face. You�re too terrified to even squeak as you stare her in her eyes, then at the drooling maw leaking saliva right onto your face. She sticks her tongue out against your black-furred cheek, dragging the wet muscle slowly but surely up to the tip of your ear, leaving a trail of sticky drool. �Nnf�� is about all you can muster, panting hard as the warmth soaks into your head, noticeably relaxing that part of you. Encouraged by your sweet flavor, she decides to go for the whole package, opening her mouth once more and locking her lips around your muzzle. You try to pull away, but she slips her paw under your head and holds you still as she suckles on your snout like a lollipop. This goes on for a few seconds before she gives in to her desire for more, pushing your head up closer, closer, and finally into her salivating jaws. The wet warmth is all around you now, her tongue bathing every square inch of you it finds. This, of course, isn�t enough to sate the Weavile. After all, she�s been staking out for days just to find you, and it�s always smart to save a few extra rations. She progresses to your slender shoulders, only requiring a slight bit of stretching to fit the widest part of you in. As she slurps down inch by inch, she slowly drags you out of the sleeping bag, preferring to get her prey relatively bare rather than working through all the fibers of the roll. Your arms pull free of the bag, but that hardly means anything given that they�re just constricted by the slimy throat instead. One claw feels along the length of your body, finding the sleeping bag and pushing it away from the rest of you. Having your upper half locked in her throat, she�s not fazed by your kicking legs. All it takes is a squeeze around your calves to hold them still. Her slurping tongue reaches your crotch, and a few �accidental� licks proves to be your downfall, causing your struggles to falter just long enough to cram your juicy tush in, quickly followed by equally plump thighs. Finally, it�s just your footpaws that are sticking out of her maw. One push from her claw sends the rest of you down into her gurgling, churning gut, the vague outline of your body showing against the stretched skin. With an unladylike �URP,� she sits back on her plump haunches, rubbing over her squirming stomach with much pleasure. �Mmf, I haven�t had one of you foxes in so long. Just as good as I remembered, heh~� The girl places both her claws around your lumpy bulge, kneading into you. Inside her stomach, it�s surprisingly warm and wet, feeling like a hot springs amidst the frigid outdoors. The heat also means that her stomach�s already really working, signified by the digestive juices already coating your body, a tingle spreading through each part affected. �Oh Arceus..!� you squeak out, muffled by the sounds of her stomach around your entire body. She really swallowed you� whole! You didn�t even know this was possible, yet here you are. Your skin feels doughy to the touch, and the more acids rubbing into your body, the more strength leaves you. You kick out in a panic, but just end up getting shoved into a tighter ball. �Calm down, snack� you�ll be a part of something better soon, just think of it like that~� she coos, watching your outline grow less defined with each passing second. Your kicks start to push out less and less, and you find yourself fighting to keep your eyes open as more acids soak into your body, feeling more like your body is made of thick syrup. Which is sorta true, given how you�re melting into a nutritious, Zorua-colored goop bit by bit. Of course, you can hardly process this fact, as all your effort is focused on keeping yourself from falling unconscious, but as with many unfortunate meals before you, you succumb to the Weavile girl�s gut just the same.
 
She �purrs� to herself as her gut recedes to the size of a watermelon, the Zorua snack having been processed into a rich goop sloshing around in her belly. She absentmindedly rubs at both breast and butt as she watches, as if measuring their size to see how much your nutrients will add to them. �Mmf, too easy sometimes,� she taunts the empty air in the cave, moving one claw to pat her satchel lightly. �Collected without much resistance, like always�� she fades into a yawn, the sleepiness of having a full gut getting to her. The Pokemon interceptor leans back against the wall, letting her eyes close as she sleeps off her latest pokesnack. With your energy, she�ll easily be able to deliver the document to her country without a hitch, and whatever�s left of what you gave her will go towards her already plump figure, her juicy thighs and luscious ass in particular.