Shy but Dangerous
 
 
  Lana HATED going out to bars. Everything about the setting just irked the Luxray in some way. The counters were always grimy, the lighting made it look sleazy, and Lana didn’t even like alcohol to begin with. However, Jenny, Carol, and Steve were the only Pokemon at the office who invited her anywhere at all, so she went with them. Lana would have preferred just watching YouTube for hours before going to bed, but cramming into a hot, sweaty bar with a bunch of drunk people sounded great as well. Lana wasn’t even convinced that Jenny liked her, as she seemed to just bring her to be the designated driver.
  However, these saturdays weren’t all bad. Whenever it was Lana’s turn to pick the bar, she picked Terry’s Tavern, because it had the best hamburgers in town. Steve was of the same mind, as he always picked Terry’s too. Of course, the Mightyena might have just been picking the bar because Terry was his boyfriend. Steve was the nicest out of the group to Lana. He spent the most time talking to her at bars, and she had even managed to convince him to join her in a couple of Dungeons and Dragons sessions via Discord. Lana, Steve, and Terry were currently on their second module. Carol usually picked The Drunk Spinda, because they had the cheapest beer. Lana did like Carol, but the Pidgeot liked alcohol a little too much. Conversations with Carol at the beginning of the night were enjoyable, but by the end of the night, her conspiracy theories and drunken rants about guys got old.
  The Drunken Spinda was cramped and overly hot, but it was nowhere near as bad as Fuck You Pub. Yes, that is it’s official name. The owner and bartender was a big, loud, and rude Chesnaught who hated everyone, and wanted that to be known, as he had built his bar across the road from a Kindergarten. Carol hated it because the beer was watered down, Steve hated it because the raucous crowd hurt his canine ears, and Lana hated it because the bar table was covered in a substance that was most certainly jizz. Jenny, however, loved it for some reason. Lana’s theory was that it was because the owner gave the voluptuous Ninetales a lot of gifts. Carol made it a point during her drunken ramblings to complain about how “Jenny is too damn hot.” Of course, Carol also complained about how “guys only go for WHORES” and “Steve is just being gay to make ME jealous.”
But, Carol may have a good point about Jenny. Jenny had the body of someone sculpted out of marble, if someone duct taped watermelons to the chest of the marble. Lana, unlike Carol, was not jealous of the attention Jenny received. She didn’t feel that back problems due to a weighty chest was a worthy exchange for getting her ass grabbed. However, Lana was jealous of Jenny’s confidence. The Ninetales would sometimes make it her goal to see how many free drinks she could get from flirting with men. Her record was 14, and that night was not a fun car ride, and the morning spent cleaning the backseat was even less fun.
Unfortunately, tonight was a night at the Fuck You Pub. Due to Jenny’s insistence, they all sat at the barstools, the WORST seats in Lana’s opinion. Putting her arms down on the counter could mean that her arms would never be clean again, and she didn’t like being so close to the bartender. Steve had gotten up and wandered off to drink and talk with the least obnoxious members of the pub, and Carol had produced a vodka bottle from… somewhere… leaving Lana with no one to talk to. Lana’s stomach rumbled. Despite her slim body, she could put away a lot of food. After a few minutes, she had managed to coax the Chesnaught away from Jenny to take her order. The Chesnaught chuckled. “Three cheeseburgers is a lot for such a little girl…” Lana felt her back stiffen. She wanted to do something, point that his burgers were 60% bread crumbs, call him an asshole, call the police, but she sat there and did nothing. The Chesnaught, after an uncomfortable period of time, said, “The name’s Richard by the way, remember that for later…” before walking off. Lana had never felt so threatened by a Dick in her life.
Her stress culminated with her angrily shoving food down her throat. Lana could barely taste the “meat” as it went down her gullet, and could barely swallow due to the lump in her throat. She hated Richard so much, she was going to punch him in the- no she wouldn’t do that. She would leave a very strongly worded Yelp review on the Fuck You Pub, though. “Hey, Luckshray. C’mere and follow me for a *BELCH* second…” Lana turned around to see a positively wasted Jenny. Oh Arceus, please don’t vomit in the back of my car… Lana desperately thought. “C’mere, it’ss impuhrtant!” The Ninetales began stumbling towards the back exit. Lana sighed, decided that letting Jenny get killed would be a bad idea, and followed the drunk fox.
Lana entered the back alley and suddenly got struck in the back of the head. She fell on the ground, and rolled over to try to get up, but felt a heavy foot pressed against her chest. She looked up the leg and saw Richard, naked with a 9 inch boner, standing over her. The bastard chuckled that annoying chuckle again, “so, little kitty-cat, do you remember my name?”
In a surge of defiance unlike any other, Lana pushed out her answer; “dick.”
Before she could bask in the glory of her excellent comeback, her face was suddenly smothered by something furry and sweaty. “Ughh, getshyer mihnd off this bitch and focus on me!”
From the muffled sounds coming from above her, she determined that Jenny was sitting on her face. She heard the Chesnaught say something like, “wet my dick before I slide it into ‘this bitch,’” and she began hearing the unmistakable sound of a blowjob. Lana began struggling, she tried to yell at Jenny to get off of her, but her maw was crammed between Jenny’s smothering, if beautiful, ass. As panic set in, Lana’s stomach rumbled again. The stress and terror of the situation sent her mind into a frenzy, and she felt her mouth escape her confines and open wide enough to envelop Jenny’s entire ass. Jenny, at first, didn’t notice, but, as Lana’s mouth forced the Ninetales’ legs up to her massive chest, she began panicking. Richard, however, reacted by silencing Jenny with his cock, thrusting it into her mouth. As Lana worked her way up, she got onto her feet and swallowed Jenny’s ass, so that her rear end was inches from her stomach. She found herself with a bit of difficulty forcing both the chest and thighs into her mouth, but she managed. Finally, as Lana reached the head and lower thighs of the Ninetales, she felt two massive hands thrust her head forward. She felt Richard begin to shove the remains of Jenny’s legs and tails down her throat and push Lana to deepthroat his dick. As she felt Jenny disappear inside of her, she found herself in the position that Jenny was in, but with a massive stomach underneath her. She heard that obnoxious chuckle again, and decided to do something about it.
Ice fang.
Richard began to shout in pain, but was silenced by the move nuzzle, which paralyzed and forced him onto the ground. Lana, still in a primal rage, immediately wrapped her lips around the Chesnaught’s foot. She used her hand to force her cheeks to wrap around the other foot at the same time. Lana began feeding the massive Pokemon into her throat. She gulped down his knees, both of which were almost as wide as her chest. She slowly approached his cock, still upright. If anything, it was bigger than before. You sick fuck, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? As Lana got to his chest, she used ice fang again to reinforce that this was a punishment. Lana felt his head disappear down her throat, and tilted her head up, and the arms sank slowly into her body with the assistance of gravity. With one final swallow, Richard was gone.
Lana panted loudly as the adrenaline wore off. She began scouting for some place to sleep, before settling on the dumpster in the back alley, where she fell asleep for the night. When she woke up, she felt groggier than ever before. She crawled out of the dumpster, and then looked in a puddle on the ground to see what she looked like. She looked… different somehow. There was garbage in her fur and smudge marks everywhere, but, she also looked… hotter? Lana suddenly gasped and grabbed at her breasts and butt. They had expanded from nonexistent to pretty big. Her tits weren’t as big as Jenny’s, but her ass… Lana’s ass had expanded to being even bigger than the Ninetales’. She admired herself for a bit, before deciding to wander home. She got about 30 feet, before a police officer spotted her.
Lana panicked, thinking she had been caught for second degree murder of two Pokemon, but to her shock, the cop was glad to see her. Last night, Jenny, Richard, and her were all reported missing. Thinking quickly, Lana made the claim that Richard had kidnapped Jenny, and dumped the Luxray into a dumpster during his getaway, hence, why she looked like trash.
A region wide investigation had begun, looking for a digested man carrying a digested girl. Carol and Steve tried comforting Lana, assuring her that the police would find Jenny. Lana cried, but it wasn’t for Jenny. It was because they might find Jenny, or the remains of her, in the septic tank underneath Lana’s house. Lana worried everyday that someone would question her expanded assets, or that she would accidentally reveal the Pokemons’ location, and she would become a national disgrace for one night’s mistake. Cannibal caught with stomach full of missing girl, she imagined the headlines would be. However, there was something so satisfying about having her stomach so full. She began eating more and more, chasing the high of a full stomach.
However, one night, she was playing DnD with Steve and Terry, when they encountered an NPC. The NPC was a prostitute who would lure would-be-rapists into an alleyway and then kill them. After the session was over, and her laptop was closed, Lana looked at herself in a mirror. Would anyone really miss someone who attempted to attack me? She wondered as she admired her body. I mean, I have the body to lure people, and the ability to dispose of them… oh, what the hell. I’ll do it, just this one time. I’ll get a full stomach, and there will be one less rapist on the street...