“Cmon! I think we tracked him down!” An excited feline trainer said to his Grovyle. The yellow haired and brown spotted boy was trailing what he thinks to be Dragonite tracks for about a week now. Paired by his side was his first pokemon, a snarky but energetic Grovyle, they’ve been training with each other for as long as they could remember, and in their journey they are just about to approach the Elite Four. Both agreed that adding the Dragonite to the team would be a more than welcome addition to them.
 
 
  They first spotted the Dragonite out hunting in the forest they usually train out of, picking berries and fruits for the winter ahead of them. The beast of a pokemon towered over them, about 4 feet over the grass-type and at least 2 feet over the trainer. They weren’t worried however, with Grovyle’s elite training and the rest of their party, no trouble would be had, or at least he thinks.
 
 
  The pair waited until night to make their strike, hoping to catch the large dragon-type off guard. Their efforts were rewarded when they heard a loud snore echoing out from the mouth of the cave, shaking the ground beneath them. “Woah boy!” The trainer said to his pokemon, who laughed in return, “I think he’s asleep, lets get him!”
 
 
  They entered into the dank depths of the caves, darkness hitting them all around. The trainer pulled out a yellow flashlight from his bag, making quite a bit of noise in the process. “Ah fuck…” he said in a hushed tone, so not to wake the sleeping giant. He turned on the light and got working, traversing the caves with his partner. The pathfinding wasn’t hard, as the loud snoring from the Dragonite could be easily heard from throughout. “Hey Gro,” the trainer said, “Make sure you watch my six, don’t want any other cave dwellers catching us by surprise.”
 
 
  “Gro! Grovyle!” The grass-type said in response to the wish. Happy to help his trainer in any way possible. He turned around and started to walk backwards, still keeping pace with his trainer. The dusty and rocky floor was crowded enough that their continuous footsteps were muffled, not that it would matter, as the ungodly sounds that Dragonite was producing while sleeping were enough to silence a train.
 
 
  After a bit of walking, they got to a big opening in the cave. They looked right down middle of it and saw the huge Dragonite lying on his back, belly moving up and down rhythmically with his breaths. “Wow!” The trainer said, “Look at that thing, so majestic.” His eyes widened looking at the beautiful creature that stood before him. A sight only a few people would ever see, and the opportunity to catch one in the wild? It wasn’t something he could give up easily.
 
 
He quickly detached his belt and grabbed the ball of the other pokemon he brought, Pikachu. He pressed the button on the front and as quietly as he could, released him. “Ok Pikachu, your time to shine! Paralyze him.” The trainer said in his quietest voice, “Use thundershock!” Pikachu walked up to the sleeping Dragon and tensed up, “PIKACHU!” A bright light washed over the room, blinding all that were there.
As the smoke cleared and everyone's eyes adjusted, the trainer looked at the room, Pikachu and Grovyle were next to him, and they were standing face to face with a pissed off Dragonite. The paralysis seemed to work however, as with each movement Dragonite twitched in pain. “GO POKEBALL!” The trainer yelled, throwing one at the weakened pokemon. Angered and in pain, the dragon-type roared with a ear shattering yell. The overwhelming force of the scream knocked the pokeball back and staggered the team.
 
 
As the team regained their footing, they realized that the Dragonite was chewing on something, a juicy, bright red liquid came down the roof of the giants mouth. “Oh god!” The trainer yelled. “Those are Cheri Berries! He’s getting rid of the paralysis, PIKACHU GO!” The yellow mouse tensed himself up again, ready to strike the beast when a burst of energy, a dragon rage was thrown from Dragonite to Pikachu, knocking him down, unable to continue with the attack. “You got it Grovyle, LEAF STORM!” The grass-type charged at the towering behemoth in front of him, razor leafs all around him. However, Dragonite was ready. Just as Grovyle was getting near, the Dragon’s fist burst into flames, connecting a punch into the grass-type’s sternum. The punch threw him across the room, knocking him silly without any idea of where he was.
 
 
The Dragonite laughed and started to approach the trainer, licking his lips. “Wha- What are you doing?” The trainer asked in fear as the pokemon closed in on him. “We’ll leave, I got more berries, more food. You want that?” Dragonite just laughed and picked up the small trainer. Grabbing him by the torso, letting his upper body hang in the air. The Pokemon took his other hand and ripped the trainers shirt off. “Hey! Let me go!” The trainer protested, trying to struggle with all his might to get out of this predicament. In response, the grip was only tightened on the boy, with another claw unbuttoning and unzipping the shorts from him. With a quick pull the trainer was now fully naked, the cold air hitting his fur, giving him goosebumps. “Please…” He got desperate now, “Let me go...”
 
 
Dragonite pulled him close and let out a puff of air through his nostrils, warming the trainer, if only for a moment. The pokemon’s tongue flopped out and gave the bare trainer a long lick, from the beans of his toes to the tuft of hair on his head. Right there it hit the trainer, he wasn’t going to escape, all that he would be reduced too was a meal for the pokemon, ideas raced through his head on how to get out, but they were all interrupted by a quick gust of air hitting him. He was being thrown up in the air. Daring to look down, all he saw was the wet, gaping maw of the Dragonite. He fell right into the red mouth. The pokemon felt the strange squirming lump in his jaws, running his tongue and teeth over the desperate mass inside of his muzzle. Growing tired and hungry from the venture, all that it took to go to the next step was the sound of his big belly rumbling.
 
 
The dragon tilted his head up in the air and gulped hard, sending the trainer head first into his gullet. A trainer shaped lump started appearing his the pokemon’s throat, still squirming for dear life. Unaware that the squirming not only pleasured the dragon, but make it easier for him to go down. Another swallow and the feline was down chest deep, small flaccid cock rubbing against the back of Dragonites tongue. Not able to laugh externally, but the pokemon found pleasure from that feeling. It was quick lived however, as the dragon polished off his meal with another gulp, sending the young squirming feline down to his final place.
 
 
The trainer saw the end of the pokemon’s esophagus, and a big fleshy room where he would spend the rest of his time, until he was fully eaten by the dragon. “Please… Grovyle… I need you.” He said quietly.
 
 
“Stop right there.” Yelled a voice behind Dragonite, turning around he saw the voice came from the Grovyle he just crushed. “Let him go right now if you know what's good for you. If you don’t I’ll be forced to defeat you and take him out forcefully.”
 
Dragonite tilted his head, “Are you serious? You really think- *BURP* -You really think that you can beat me alone? Listen bud, I just got rid of your problem. Leave and live a normal life, without being constrained by a trainer to hold you down.”
 
 
The Grovyle turned away and said, “You’re right… I’ll leave.” As he started to walk out, trying to bait the pokemon in, he got ready and did a full 180. Charging and taking Dragonite by surprise with a fully powered leaf storm. The dragon was knocked on his ass, belly swaying back in forth with the new weight in there, but as Grovyle hovered over Dragonite, the beast started to laugh. “Give me my trainer now or you will have to deal with a whole lot more than that.” The Grovyle said, only to be met with more laughter. The leaves on his arms glowed like silver steel, he raised his arm ready to strike when Dragonite opened his mouth and a burst of energy screamed out, launching him in the air.
 
 
Landing on his feet, Grovyle went for another go, dodging the next attack. He swiped on the Dragonite’s face, cutting him right above the left eye. Quickly brought down by a retaliatory strike, he did not notice the Dragon’s mouth, a beam of light grew until a hyper beam met the grass-type, defeating the grass-type once more.
 
 
As the dazed pokemon stumbled around the wet cave floor he said in a mumbled tone, “Ok… Yo-you got it, I’ll leave.”
 
The dragon could only laugh at the response given, “No buddy! I’m quite impressed by your performance. You got guts kid, and for that I’ll reward you! You’ll see your trainer again quite soon!”
 
 
“Really?” Said the still confused Grovyle.
 
 
“Yep let me give you a hand.” He said slamming the Grovyle against the cavern walls. “Woah what are you *opf*” were the pokemon’s last words before having his mouth closed by the Dragon. Grabbing the Grovyle with the same hand that grasped the Trainer moments before, he said, “Now, you’re gonna have to go a different way than him, cause I’m pretty full. But you’ll be satisfying either way.” He repositioned the Grovyle to right under his tail, staring right at his wide pucker. With a quick shove, the Pokemon was halfway in, “Oh fuck yea.” Dragonite moaned, using Grovyle as his own personal dildo. Up and down he went on the poor stunned pokemon, his own erection growing from the pleasure he was feeling. Noticing this, he used one hand to position himself over the Grovyle-dildo and another to jerk himself off.
 
 
Deeper and deeper the Grovyle was shoved inside of the bigger pokemon, being smashed inside of Dragonite’s inner walls, overtaken by the heat and pressure, he fainted as was being used as a toy. Dragonite kept pushing, almost all of the Pokemon went in and out of him each time, edging him to finishing. “So close…” He said to himself. The abuse to Grovyle and Dragonite’s anus got larger and larger as he was approaching climax. “Oh! Here it is!” He yelled, pulling up then slamming his full weight on the Grovyle, fully encasing him inside. The second the Grovyle disappeared, the large, thick member of Dragonites erupted, painting the cave walls with his juicy cum. Rope after rope of his seed shot out, leaving the room painted white and smelling with his glory.
 
 
He felt his stomach churn with new weight and felt the Grovyle moving upwards into his stomach, fully satisfied he laid down once more, looking at the cave entrance.
 
 
Trapped inside of the warm, wet bowels of the Dragonite was not the way Grovyle wanted to go, seeming to be pulled up further, he woke up and wondered where he would go, forgetting the final conversation he had with the Pokemon. He finally made it to the stomach, where upon his entry he saw his trainer, trapped inside also. They embraced one final time without a word, knowing that they would be reduced to fat within hours. The trainer said one thing however, “Maybe Pikachu could get out.”
 
 
The little mouse watched the whole thing go down, from his trainer being eaten alive, to his buddy Grovyle being shoved up Dragonites ass, used as a sex toy. He decided he had nothing to lose, he called upon all his strength and sent the strongest thunderbolt he ever mustered at the Dragon. It didn’t seem to faze the lying dragon, who responded, “That’s your attempt to get them out, electrocute me? Well they aren’t hurt, my fat is thick enough to absorb the shock, but you just lost your trip out of the cave.” With lightning speed he grabbed the Pikachu from the floor. “Well, you might have been lucky, because I’m pretty full now with your two friends here. Want to listen?” He moved the Pikachu close to his stomach, hearing the beginning of digestive process, churning and gurgling followed by faint pushes and struggles.
 
 
“Now I said, you would be lucky, but your friend Grovyle was just too good as my personal toy.” He continued, pointing at the now white wall behind him, “So, I’m going to need to refill my tanks, if you know what I mean.” Pikachu started to struggle after hearing these words, only to the delight of the Dragon, “Please, keep doing that while your inside of me, it’ll feel great.” The struggling stopped however when he felt the erection of the Dragon-type rub against his back. “Ok buddy, time to go. You’ll be put to good use, just like the ones before you.”
 
 
With that, Dragonite pushed the ears and head of the rodent down into his cock, leaving him there for a moment, feet and torso flailing in the air. “If you can hear me keep that up bud! You’ll get me going again in no time!” Dragonite said, sitting on the floor with his short legs spread out and filled body against the wall. He took one finger and pushed the Pokemon further down, now only the Pikachu’s legs were visible now. Even though he knew he couldn’t escape the Pikachu kept struggling away. Involuntarily, Dragonite’s own muscles pushed the cock snack in further, the rest of the Pikachu was slurped down the head, fully encased in the musky tight passage.
 
 
“Oh shit man, you’re gonna make me blow again, watch out.” He half heartedly said to the rodent traveling down his shaft. A second later Pikachu, who was getting ever closer to the end was greeted with a wave of cum shooting at him, covering and engulfing him in the sticky seed. He tried to get some air, but the semen just went in his mouth and nose, completely filling him in the stuff. On the outside, a little dribble of semen came out of Dragonites cock, most blocked and consumed by the Pikachu.
 
 
Soon after the wave of cum stopped, the soaked white Pikachu fell into Dragonite’s large sack, half conscious. He heard Dragonite’s muffled voice calling to him, “You’re gonna make such a nice load, thanks for attacking me!” Pikachu looked around his new home, the smell was overpowering and semen dripped from the ceiling onto him. The Pikachu gave up, tired and beaten, he lied down, accepting his fate like the other two.
 
 
  The Dragonite finally sat down for good, now that the three intruders were gone. He felt his sack rumble and the sudden weight move with him, and put his hands on his bloated belly, rubbing his stomach hearing his fluids move around, sending him into a nice sleep.
 
 
  He woke up hours later to see the bulges shrunken and stable. “That was a damn good meal.” He said to himself, “I hope the next trainer that tries to catch me has as tasty as a team.”