The view from inside the king's tower is marvelous; One can watch the dimming orange of the sun cease to wash over
the walls of the castle, instead replaced by the moon's silvery lighting within the hour. The sounds of the town fade to
nothing, the occasional shutting of windows and snuffing of torches being the only signs of life. This is the experience of
the Aggron, Kaji. Kaji's been guarding this same tower for a good few decades, and definitely shows it. The tall steel type
stands at an intimidating 7'8”, a few inches taller than the rest of his species. Weight-wise, Kaji holds his own at 950
lbs. The Aggron's got a quite noticeable musclegut, yet he's definitely not obese. Kaji's gotten in a fair share of fights
due to his post, so he's got the technique and power to pack a mean punch... or grapple his opponent into submission if need
be. Plus, his preferred method of ending fights tends to get him more than just exp, a fate which many (un)lucky others have
faced...
 
The night's gone like any other so far; Kaji's been pacing around from window to window in the hallway, occasionally
stopping to listen through the large double doors to make sure no unforeseen trouble managed to sneak in unseeen. Reaching a
window, he squints at the full, shining moon above and lets out a soft huff, closing the drapes behind him and sealing off
the silvery glow on that side. He pads to the other side, each footstep a heavy thud, and does the same, letting the rich
curtains fall shut. With a satisfied sigh, he turns around once more only to cut his breath off with a “Hmm..?” of
confusion. Across passage's length, a trickle of moonlight streams through a small gap in the drapes, causing the Iron Armor
Pokémon to narrow his eyes at the sight. After one more small trek, he reaches the drapes and sticks one claw through to the
open air, feeling for the wind... or lack thereof. “Intruder! Show yourself!” he barks out, his voice loud and gravelly as
he whirls around, crouching slightly in preparation for an opponent. His icy blue eyes dart from decoration to decoration in
the hallway, ranging from fancy rugs, ornately gilded paintings, suits of armor, or...
 
Kaji glances to his right and snickers to himself, shaking his head as he drops his spear. He cocks his both arms
back before slamming it into the wall beside him on either side of the draperies. The guard brings his arms together,
scooping up the struggling outline behind the curtain with another small chuckle. “Heh, nice try. You should've picked
somewhere more interesting to hide. Now, what do we have here...” He mutters softly, keeping the unknown intruder locked
against his stomach with one arm while his other rips the curtain free. Kaji grins at the sight of the assailant, a panicked
Absol dressed in almost all black, rubber gear, save for his horn and face, a lock of hair slipping out from beneath the
latex hood, a bit frizzy from how he's been handled. “A-Ah! What the hell?!” the Absol exclaims quite rudely, squirming to
free himself from Kaji's clutches. Alas, his efforts don't really get him anywhere as the Aggron only squeezes him tighter,
pinning the canine to his chest. “Ngh, stop fighting. I could crush you in an instant, little Absol.” He retorts, increasing
the pressure around the poor intruder pointedly. The Absol lets out a small, panicked squeak as pain shoots through his
body, serving to effectively stop his flailing. As the Absol slowly calms down, Kaji relieves the pressure around him and
drops him to the floor in a heap, letting him catch his breath with a few coughs and hacks. The Aggron looms over him,
crossing his arms over his chest and letting his hefty musclegut cover a good half of the trespasser's vision. “So, kid,
don't make anything other than a whisper and this'll be a lot easier on you. Right now, you've only got to worry about me,
and if the king were to know... let's just say that my way of dealing with you is much more appetizing so to speak,” Kaji
chuckles at his little joke, crouching down and shrugging at the very nervous looking Absol beneath him. In the gruffest
voice he can manage, he grumbles “Alright kid, let's get the formalities out of the way. What is this sad attempt at a
break-in anyways? Just a simple burglar... or something more sinister, like a plot against the king?” The Aggron cocks an
eyebrow expectantly, but the Disaster Pokémon takes a deep breath, a determined look entering his gleaming red eyes.
“Defiant, eh? Then where are you from? We're at war with a lot of countries you know, and if you don't tell me anything then
I'll just move on to step two,” Kaji continues, but is once again met with silence from the Absol. The steel type shakes his
head disappointedly, followed by quickly snatching the Absol's ankles up, hoisting his feet up to his mouth and opening
wide, granting the canine beneath him a personal view of the steamy, drooling interior of his mouth, surprisingly pink and
soft when compared with the rest of his tough body. The Absol's paws aren't covered by the black latex suit presumably
meant for stealth, allowing the Aggron to plant a long, wet, and intimidating lick up one, leaving the white fur soaked with
drool.
 
“I'm sure you can figure what this means, yes? Er, you're obviously not smart enough to tell me where you're from,
kid, so maybe I should explain in-depth,” He smirks even wider, still holding his ankles tight. “To keep it simple enough
for you, you're going to end up in here unless you tell me what I want to know. I trust you know what happens to food in a
stomach, yeah?” to which the Absol nods, eyes widening. The lean, curvy Pokémon is helpless against the round, yet muscular
Aggron, and it's apparent that he realizes that, noticeably shaking with nervousness in the grip of Kaji. “Hmph, just
gonna... mmfh...” the steel type trails off into a delighted 'purr' of bliss as he slips the Absol's feet into his warm,
slimy maw, his sweet flavor soaking into his tongue. Encouraged by the taste, Kaji moves his metal claws down the intruder's
body, locking them on his juicy thighs, unfortunately covered by the rubber suit. 'Pesky thing... it makes em' easier to
gulp down at least,' he muses to himself as he feels the Absol's squirming footpaws slip into the tight confines of his
throat, muscles seizing them and dragging them even deeper with a few gulps. The Absol himself slides across the plush
carpet, starting to make panicked gasps (but refusing to yelp) and trying to clutch onto the carpet, only to have the fibers
rip free as the Aggron stands up, hoisting the canine's whole body into the air. To keep him from dangling between his bulky
thighs, Kaji opts to support the Absol upright by his back, letting gravity aid in his descent into the audibly gurgling
stomach below. Taking advantage of his free arms, the Absol plants each handpaw on the sides of Kaji's mouth, grimacing with
effort as the throat starts to constrict his lower even tighter. 'Urk... he's really... c-come on, think!' The Absol panics
inside his own mind, adrenaline pumping through his slender form. It's a shame it doesn't help much against the brute
strength of the Aggron, as he merely relocates the Absol's arms to a much more desirable position; to his sides. He holds
them there long enough for his mouth to crawl up past his waist, securely locking his last two free limbs past the drooling
Aggron maw.
 
“W-Wait!”
 
The Absol yelps out in desparation, halting the steel type's swallows. “It... It was an assassination...” the
Pokémon sighs in defeat, pretty weak-willed once he began his descent towards his slimy fate. Kaji cocks an eyebrow up at
him, followed by a muffled, one-sided dialogue, inaudible due to the black-clad Absol blocking his mouth. “I'll tell you e-
everything else once you let me go!” The assassin pleads, but to no avail. The Aggron resumes his steady rhythm of 'gllks'
and 'glrns,' each sound signifying a few extra inches diving into the stomach. His footpaws start to feel soaked by the
juices dripping into the stomach, the feeling travelling up to his thighs, then waist, and finally chest. The Absol, now
only with his head free, squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to strain away from the Aggron, only to be suddenly encased in a
warm wetness, Kaji's jaws clamping down behind him, only nicking his curved horn. With a stifled “NNF!” he slips fully down
into Kaji's gut and immediately is forced into a ball shape by the powerful walls around him, obviously those of an
experienced predator. With the canine intruder stuffed away in his belly, Kaji allows himself to relax as he pats his
bulging gut with a satisfied grunt, lumbering over to a nearby bench and plopping himself down on it. The wood cracks loudly
under his weight but still manages to hold, quite the impressive feat. The Absol within kicks out as he feels his world
shift around, sloshing the digestive goop over every inch of his body that it missed, replacing the Aggron drool previously
coating him. “I told you w-what you want, I thought... I thought you weren't going to swallow me!” He protests, punctuated
with a sharp kick to the unyielding stomach. His footpaw shows a definied outline for a brief second before Kaji shoves back
into it, forcing the Absol into an even smaller ball. “Oh quit struggling, kid. I got what I wanted, and I don't want you
going into some prison you'll get bailed out of. You'd just cause more trouble for me in th-URRRP! Er, the long run...” He
trails off as he rubs his stomach once again, trying to settle down the gasses forcing their way up as the Absol struggles.
Those very squirms seem to be fading as the acid gets to work, softening the failed assassin bit by bit. Kaji's rubs seem to
be pressing further and further into the bulging outline with each passing second, the canine's form feeling more like dough
than his body. He feels it too as the strength in his muscles is literally leeched from his body, the Aggron's body already
starting to feel the power he's sapping. Even if it's only a slight bit, it all counts...
 
Around 10 minutes pass fairly uneventfully, the silence only broken by the occasional gurgle or belch, signifying
the Absol's continued digestion. His struggles have pretty much completely stopped by this point, the only sign of life
being the fading outline pressing out against the steel plates; but even that's fading by the second. Kaji's faring much
better than the other Pokémon, only feeling rather tired as his stomach continues to work. A few additional minutes go by
and his head drops down to his chest, snores replacing the burps that since then have ceased to occur...
 
The Aggron jolts awake as a beam of sunlight strikes his eyes, squinting for a few moments before jumping to his
feet. The early morning sun is visible behind the slightly parted draperies, reminding Kaji of his latest catch. Speaking of
said catch, Kaji's stomach has receeded back down to its regular size. Plus a few pounds obviously, but hardly much to make
a difference. He presses one steel claw into his gut, feeling the digested goop slosh around inside. Not quite finished in
there, but enough to pass as his regular belly. A small rattle to his left grabs his attention as the king's door swings
open, revealing a bleary-eyed, yet well rested Zangoose, obviously having slept through the events of last night. The
Zangoose nods in acknowledgment as Kaji jumps to attention, hastily snatching up his spear and resuming position. “Your
majesty,” he states simply, stifling a small burp as the Pokemon passes by him before exiting the hallway. Kaji glances down
at his gut once more before padding to the opposite side of the hall, resuming his rounds once again. He wouldn't want to
worry the king about the attempted assassination of course, so he'd prefer to keep this whole ordeal all hush-hush. However,
the Absol's home kingdom will eventually stop awaiting his return, simply assuming that he was taken prisoner or something
like that; beyond recovery...